Some Scatter Brained Horn Haiku About Priest

Had been battle torn, Which is way Priest's robe was warn; Saved from sin one morn. Our sins should be shorn, So we will have been reborn; Heard call of God's horn. Things love that adorn, Forget sad things that forlorn; God will always warn. While we had waited, Our priest had postulated; On concentrated. God placed great glory, Into Son and His story; Both Wig and Tory. God is on each side, So in Him we will abide, While we do confide. Priest is dead ringer, For someone a poor singer, And likes to linger. ?Great re-arranger;? ?And our priest seems no stranger; Babe in small manager. Jim Horn