(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in getting out of the way so Jesus can love right through me”)
You think it was you who hung the moon high
to light the darkness of a world wicked.
Did you create you? Your parents? The lie:
None of them made you. God bought your ticket.
I’m told by many, “Get out of the way!”
I’m told by few, “you have hope about you.”
I can take any day and make it fey.
I want love so deep. If only I knew….
“Don’t you know by now Love heals every hurt?”
When we get out of the way Jesus loves
us, takes all our pain and makes it all dirt.
Dirt and dust were we once. Now, we’re “aboves.”
We don’t forget Who is our Saturday.
All God’s Days when we get out of the way.
