Demons Had Been Caste Out

Demons Had Been Caste Out God, need your great help and to be my guide While You stay inside me and will always abide Successfully take me through each poem I write Whether it be morning, noon or by bright night. To thank You is what my poems are all about For helping me remove each and every doubt Along with all of the trouble I forever was in Not only that, surely saving me from all sin. God prepared me to write poems everyday Taught me what to say showing me which way Will be best to relay my lethal poems to people From high ivory towers and each tallest steeple. Each poem has been sung in Church as a hymn And such a stunning choir still hear all of them From tenor, alto, soprano backed by each base; They even saved a jubilant contralto just in case. What they did, God helped through everything Made voices marvelous when they would sing They even saved a tremendous solo for very last So out all the demons they were sure to caste. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran PS. So how tight have you been holding your sides from laughing real hard anyway?