(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in at some point no more avoiding the tomb where they buried my Lord.”)
How long are you going to bleed your hurt?
How long are you going to nurse your pain?
At some point you’ll need the healing to blurt,
“Jesus, come! Meet me at my hour of slain.”
How long am I going to wait outside?
How long am I going to speak “avoid
the tomb where they buried my Lord?” I hide
myself, fearing Third Day, He’ll be annoyed.
“At some point you’ll have to seek Me Divine.”
says Jesus. “At some point you’ll meet Me….please,
at the point where I am Yours, you are Mine.
The Empty Tomb is Me they could not seize.”
Don’t we know He’s never our disappoint?
We’ll have to lie in that tomb at some point.
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