Father God, thank You that His Love can’t come down. His Love, the Love of Your Son and our Savior and Deliverer, Jesus Christ, can’t come down when we’re in His Heavens. Thank You that His Love be a verb and not be a noun. We’ll spend temporary times down here being so low and in our heads (BOTH) but, in “permanent plays” down here, we’ll play the role of weak. Why? “But He said to me, ‘My Grace is sufficient for you, for My Power is made Perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s Power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s Sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong’ (2 Corinthians 12:9-11). On a more personal note, how ironic and unique (BOTH) that these Corinthians verses are 9-11, as I wrote this God Sonnet specifically with 9/11 on my heart. Can you believe it’s been 20 years since September 11, 2001? Seems like yesterday, right? When the Twin Towers came down, His Love showed Up. His Love showed Up to rescue those in the aftermath. I remember reading how people with companion animals were unable to go back to their residence to get their pets after 9/11. Speaking of “on my heart,” it entirely broke my heart to read this. I cannot even imagine not getting to my companion animals who are in distress. I’m not sure I would have not gotten to them somehow. You know my heart intimately, Father God, and You know I would move earth and rubble (tough but weak) to get to my fur kids in distress. Let us remember 9/11 and let us remember His Love that got us through that and His Love that will continue to get us through all things (BOTH). Why? His Love can’t come down. I pray all of this in the Wonderful and Precious and Unique Name of Jesus Christ, the Unique Name above every other name. 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 [BOTH] in remembering 9/11 and that His Love can’t come down this daily leavened bread [not man’s stale bread].”)
All things can come down if you’re too down here.
How can all things come down if you’re so low?
Under the ground you crawl, there’s none who cheer
you on, none but High God who cheers your grow.
All things can come down if I’m in my head.
If in God’s Heart, no thing can come down wail.
Above the Heavens, God, my Daily Bread.
Below the Heavens, man, my bread is stale.
“I can’t come down. My Love is High enough,”
says Jesus. “My Love on High is Unique.
I know down here, you play the role of tough.
In My Heavens, you play the role of weak.”
Let Love this daily bread not be a noun.
Love be a verb, and His Love can’t come down.
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