Sins Still Taint While Artists Paint
First Word in Hope of Glory by Jon Meacham
when our sins do taint
picture of him people paint
was such a good Saint
what we did was next
read Bible in form of test
sometimes are perplexed
pray and God ensue
what we will normally do
may hear cat meow
teach and educate
to God my works dedicate
express and narrate
of various forms
we saw bad weather with storms
while sea warms and warms
truth had been expressed
when the did we were impressed
sinful also stressed
must give attention
to what was their intention
we have to mention
had gone to heaven
many of them there did know
loved and will adore
assume that you know
yet never understood it
why it had happened
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2022
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