My Sunday Morning Horn Haiku
My Sunday Morning Horn Haiku
All things regular,
We know for certain and sure,
Will always occur.
What we can endure,
Are things always good and pure;
Sicknesses can cure.
Heaven took a tour;
God was there with much allure;
Sky clear and bluer.
Rumor I must spill;
God in heaven we know will,
Our each need fulfil.
Jim Horn
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