Make Much Mirth
Make Much Mirth
If God's name each day would always hallow
Then sins appearing in water when shallow
When in church are moved next to back door
Then will leave never to be seen anymore.
As disastrous days of my life increased
Each pretty day will talk with my talented priest
And ask him, "What if you lived as long as I?"
Would God in heaven be wondering why?
With his education and each great skill
For God, he has a manly mission to fulfill
Which is provide music for us who sing
And keep reminding choir has an opening.
Dastardly choir is always dressed to kill
And at times seems to be singing so shrill
Their singing is asking and trying to say
We might have to meet God only halfway.
At the unforgiven idea, I started to flip
I am receiving a ticket which is roundtrip;
Why would they want me to remain on earth?
In heaven can be merry and make much mirth.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
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