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?
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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