Was Up Tight With a Shiite
Was Up Tight or With A Shiite
From day was born and one I will die
God is there to help and then satisfy;
Not only to have and hold your hand
But squeeze it so hard you can't stand.
For my poetry writing, God does prepare;
Frees my soul from sin and its snare;
No longer will I be trapped anymore,
Dust myself off and devil do deplore.
Free at long last and over and over again
God so graciously did for all of my sin;
Now many more precious poems can write
And was up tight with a Shiite and took flight.
Good night!!!
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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