(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in no cold hates, just warm hearts, for all, including myself, this daily leavened [Jesus Rises!] bread.”)
Too much cold hates is too much your downfall.
Too much warm hearts is too much your uplift.
Takes a heartbeat to love them all of all.
Takes a “hatebeat” to hate you and cause rift.
If I am cold hates, I am, ‘I hate me.”
If I am warm hearts, I am, “I love me.”
God told me to love them all, even me.
God told me to hate none, not even me.
‘If My Father says love all, then love all,”
says Jesus. “Cold hates is for those evil.
Warm hearts is for those of Mine I will call
to hate no one cold, ‘cold’ none upheaval.”
We are being called Home by fits and starts.
We’ll get there by no cold hates, just warm hearts.