(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in fresh soil and alive bones AND a looked-at-by-God heart of Jesus Christ.”)
You drink from a cup clean on the outside.
You’re buried in a tomb that is whitewash.
On the inside, your cup and tomb are dried
dirt and dead bones. Your heart is black and bosh.
Thank God I was made not much to look at.
It’s my insides God is looking toward.
I’m fresh soil and alive bones, copycat
of no one, insides cleaned up for the Lord.
“You hypocrites with your dirt and dead bones!”
says Jesus. “My Father looks at your heart!”
Our insides need be loving God, not stones
of those who won’t move or love us fresh start.
Remember when I wrote of comfort zones?
Trespass these for fresh soil and alive bones.
