Not Let Each Bed Bug Bite

Not Let Each Bed Bug Bite In the form section Poetry Soup should start having Horn Haiku. Many things I left behind Any of them cannot find When all are combined. At church I was wined and dined God always is on my mind Being very kind. Lost things God gave back again Even saved my soul from sin My face wears a grin. May have been sad, wept then slept God still promises He kept And sins away swept. Here is my prayer poem I will Use and God dreams does fulfil Pretty daffodil. This is for Bonnie who is waiting for Spring to see God's lovely daffodil. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet PS. God will not let each bed bug bite. So you would become such a sad sight.