“Father God, thank You that You are our Happy Ending. No question about it, yet what unbelievable unhappiness we can find ourselves in at any given moment. There’s a reason the word, ‘plea,’ is in the word, ‘please.’ ‘PLEA’SE help us, Father God, through Your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ, when we are in such unbelievable unhappiness. It is He, ‘Alpha and Omega’ (Revelation 22:13), Who we can ‘Plea’ for us to come through for the Happy Ending. On a more personal note, what unbelievable unhappiness am I in right now! Who am I endure it all? Who am I to hold my head up highest, when my head right now is as about as south as the lowest parts of the earth. ‘If I ascend up into Heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in Hell, behold, thou art there’ (Psalm 139:8). ‘Thou art there,’ even when I feel there is absolutely no one there in this hurt, this so much pain, this open vein, this ‘give up,’ this final lockup. It’s in all of this that I’m ‘broken,’ and it’s in all of this that I’m being mended by You, Father God. Please don’t let this mending take me as about as south as the lowest parts of the earth, to make my bed in Hell. Please let this ‘broken’ ascend me up into Heaven. If you are in pain right now, I feel you. If you are about to ‘give up,’ I feel you. If you need that hope, I feel you and my hope is in Father God that He will come through for your, and my, Happy Ending. Maybe, right now, all my Happy Ending can be is that Willie (in the picture) had his Happy Ending from such unbelievable unhappiness, that Father God unmade his bed in Hell and ascended him up into Heaven. Maybe that is who I am and maybe that right now is my only HOPE! I pray all of this in the Wonderful and Precious and Happy Ending Name of Jesus Christ, and this prayer is answered by my faith and my belief. Please help me, Father God, where my faith and my belief are lacking. Amen.”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in these God Sonnets seemingly right now to be all I got left to come through to the Happy Ending this daily leavened [Jesus, ‘Plea?’] bread.”)
Who are you that it’s a happy ending?
Who are you right now, it’s so much pain?
Maybe, for you, it’s hope that’s impending.
Maybe, for you, it’s hurt that’s open vein.
Who am I that it’s a happy ending?
Who am I that right now, it’s the “give up?”
Maybe, for me, it’s I’m “broken” mending.
Maybe, for me, it’s the final lockup.
“I take ALL your pain away and YOURS, too,”
says Jesus. “Why? The Happy Ending? ME!
Alpha and Omega as you come through.
In the Middle, I AM Who you can ‘Plea!'”
What good is there in ‘Plea’ we’re pretending?
What “‘Plea,’ God” without a Happy Ending?