(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in living up to the name, ‘Timothy,’ God gave me”)
You like it when others call you by name.
They sing about you, name you by your worth.
If they call you by another name, shame
on them. He knew who you were from “give birth.”
He gave me birth name, “Timothy,” NOT “Tim!”
I don’t go by any other roll call.
If I hear, “Tim,” I’m in the tale from Grimm
Brothers. I’m Hansel with ovens for all.
“There is no other name under heaven.”
He “acts” 4 the 12 He named as misfits.
If one should stray, there would be eleven.
I, “Timothy,” step in when Judas quits.
We don’t get named by Him for the acclaim.
“Christ, name us 1 of Your 12 in Your Name.”
