(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in being a Jesus Foreigner this daily leavened bread and loving all the differences as they come”)
You are a foreigner; earth not your home.
You’re E.T., wanting to phone home, go back
where you came from, no longer the lone roam.
Hint about your home: Go North! Way Up! Stack!
I am a foreigner; earth is the pits!
I seek a Nation where all live in peace,
where lions lie with lambs, and no one “hits”
another with angry words at increase.
“Love them as yourself; we’re ALL foreigners.”
How silly to say, “You don’t belong here!”
None of us belong here! There’re no corners
to go to. Jesus IS Home. God: Top Tier.
“A little while longer, you deep mourners,”
speaks God. “For now, though, Jesus Foreigners.”