Make Much Mirth

Make Much Mirth If God's name each day would always hallow Then sins appearing in water when shallow When in church are moved next to back door Then will leave never to be seen anymore. As disastrous days of my life increased Each pretty day will talk with my talented priest And ask him, "What if you lived as long as I?" Would God in heaven be wondering why? With his education and each great skill For God, he has a manly mission to fulfill Which is provide music for us who sing And keep reminding choir has an opening. Dastardly choir is always dressed to kill And at times seems to be singing so shrill Their singing is asking and trying to say We might have to meet God only halfway. At the unforgiven idea, I started to flip I am receiving a ticket which is roundtrip; Why would they want me to remain on earth? In heaven can be merry and make much mirth. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran