Came To Me In Church

Came To Me In Church Was sitting in pew and started to search For another poem while I was in church And then guess what this one did appear So I started to write it down right here. Trump's soul we should try to forgive For lavish way he always likes to live And comments and criticisms he made Not perfectly planned or ever well laid. Many mistakes made and stories told For benefit of himself had been bold Attention desiring to be in the center And we did become his big dissenter. Suppose he wanted to make us think In life can always be some kind of kink God surely sees all errors in our ways Forgives sins when we offer Him praise. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet