(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in Immanuel, ‘God with us'”)
You know me as the one who’s in and out,
push and pull, entering the EXIT door.
You are the one who is “man,” strong and stout,
bodybuilder, yet can’t bench press “you’re sore.”
I know you as the one of lullaby,
comforter when I say, “I’ve had enough!”
I am the one who is weak, petrify;
the kid teased on the playground with “rough stuff.”
“They’ll call Him, Immanuel, ‘God with us.”
He’ll know you, He’ll know me, He’ll save us all.
We’ll be the ones who don’t put up a fuss.
“Come with me” will be the Last Curtain Call.
O Lord, when will we be able to tell
You know me, I know You….Immanuel?
TIMOTHY J. VERRET 