(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in the Only Way that Works, i.e., I Praise His Spirit”)
You go the way of brutal beating you.
You think you deserve this bloody warfare.
They hurt you early in your sweet “come to.”
Hurting you is your praise. This isn’t fair.
A sea of men love me; there is his way
that hates me. He gets all my attention.
I’m a phantom menace to get his praise.
All go a”way” in ego suspension.
“The Hour is Coming! Put faith NOT in man.”
Put Faith in Him. His Flesh and Blood: The Cost.
HIS WAY IS THE WAY THAT WORKS! “Fisherman,
fish NOT for fish but people who are lost.”
Those we praise here on earth are useless perks.
We Praise His Spirit. No other way works.
