(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in enduring the inconvenience for Their Sake”)
It’s an inconvenience for you to change
your insolent ways. You’re too well-to-do.
“Wear a mask, dammit!” “NO!!!! I’m out-of-range.”
A plague (yeah, I called it) is you with flu.
I’m getting ready for the quarantine.
‘Bout to get ugly here, 4 walls to climb.
Time to “deepen Timothy.” Truth Vaccine:
Accusations about my life of crime.
“Son of Man has nowhere to lay His Head.”
Luke Nine:58 – THAT’S INCONVENIENCE!
Foxes-holes, birds-nests, but He laid His Bed
Up on High to His God for our lenience.
We owe EVERYTHING to God and The Son.
Inconvenience is how we prize Their Won.