Smoke Screen of Suspense
Smoke Screen of Suspense
Was such a smoke screen of suspense;
Seemed to start getting more intense;
Labored a while;
Had been style;
Riot they did incense with their incense.
Perfect can be created with much practice,
Unless you happen to be sitting on a cactus;
Screeching loud,
But still proud;
In to Kill a Mockingbird you will find Atticus.
Truly Holy God has been and thou art;
Lives with us and forever He won't part;
Was pure jubilee
For you and me;
Which we always knew from very start.
Jim Horn
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