(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in fixing nothing and no one, not even myself, but surrendering to The Elixir of The Fixer, Jesus Christ, this daily leavened [Jesus Fixes!] bread.”)
You can’t fix anything that is of them.
You can’t fix anyone that is not you.
Even you can’t fix you! The Fixer? Him!
Jesus! “But I don’t need fixin’!” NOT TRUE!
I need fixin’! I need Him to fix me.
“But nothing wrong with you, Timothy.” What’s
wrong with me is I’m attached to “let me.”
“Let God, Timothy, fix you.” That takes guts!
“Fix dinner but don’t try to fix others,”
says Jesus. “Don’t even try to fix you.
I’m The Fixer through My Father. Brothers
and sisters, let God fix what you ‘go through.'”***
I am a 54-year-old Christian. I am highly artistic and creative and enjoy acting, writing plays and poetry and short stories for children, as well as writing to promote nonhuman animal welfare.
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