Praise and Poetry III

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S C R E W E D
By Arley Steinhour 112413

I marvel at the complexity,
Of all your hands have made,
To see a hint of the dexterity,
You, placed in motion, and it stayed.

The moon, travels around this Earth,
As this Earth travels around the Sun,
With rotation, that 'Back Half,' never birth's,
Never changing 'face,' Rotation time of one.

Its path is like a cork-screw,
Passing through a circle cork,
So it travels through the same path
And never changes its quark.

The Planet Earth, does, to the Sun,
On different Chrono, than Moon to Earth,
So the quark of Earth is added on,
So Moon always holds its Face.

Earth travel, is around the Sun,
In a cork-screw, sort of way,
Round and round, on and on,
As Sun travels through Galaxy each day.

Sun has position in Galaxy's whole,
On different Chrono, Earth has to Sun,
Long story short, all is, it seems, Screwed,
With every lesser body adding factors to the whole.

So, if you've ever wondered why,
God placed so much space between,
each and every thing He made,
To minimize crashing from deviant swing.

Some would say, that all went 'BANG,'
And a Billion Galaxies were formed,
Similar, but different, like songs they've sang,
'There ain't not no God, to make that.'

To them, I feel so sorry,
They worship 'Happenstance,'
In lieu of the Regal Beauty,
Our God, for us, has made.

Everything in the Universe,
Is Screwed unto one-another,
So the Stars, need not rehearse,
How they're screwed to God, the Father.

I pray I've helped you appreciate,
The marvel of Godly Thought,
At least that tiny portion, to date,
We see his Thought, or Not.

We will all know, S O O N.
A M E N

How many stars can one Galaxy have,
How many Galaxies can our Universe calve,
How many think they can count that high,
Until, we see it, in God's eye?
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Promise of Salvation
By Arley Steinhour 112613

'How on earth, can I be saved,'
So many times, you've asked,
'With all the Sin-way's I've behaved,
Putrid water flows from my Life-flask.'

I'd tell you then, you've never read,
God Holy words, in His Bible,
If God can raise one, from the dead,
Repented Sin, You'd know, He's able.

Payment for Promise of Salvation,
Requires, nothing more from you,
Than Repent through sacrifice of Son,
His Spirit seals the heart, as True.

Your life will change, to narrow path,
Your friends may soon be gone,
Those, unsaved, fear God's Wrath,
In their fear, leave you alone.

It sometimes takes a while, or two,
To find, you can't play Satan's Toy,
In acts, degrading God, and you,
You're no longer, a 'Good old Boy.'

So quickly does the day arrive,
Mortal life-bells, fully wrung,
Death, One, makes you Full Alive,
Death, Two, must go unsung.

You've lived through your mortality,
In a way, that does God proud,
Witnessing Jesus, as King of the Free,
Witnessing Jesus, and probability,
Angelic welcome Ringing loud.

He'll reach out with His Right hand,
His Brightness, warm and mild,
And, with your hand in His, Command,
"Welcome, Good, and Faithful Child.
AMEN

Holy Spirit, as a Flame
Seals heart, and burns the Dross,
It's interesting, He has no Name,
But, without Him, Guaranteed Loss.
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WATCHMAN WATCHING
By Arley Steinhour 112913

Well, once again, you did me in,
But, it sure was worth the try,
To pray, and discombobulate,
The Rapture's, when, and why.

I thought there just might be a chance,
I'd generate fact, or get a chuckle,
Using holly days of happenstance,
Not on Prophetic shield and buckle.

One for Jew, and one for Nations,
The sequencing near the same,
Seventy Six thousand year stations,
Enough to not remember name.

Chanukah, mixing with Thanksgiving,
Praises you, for a 'Why,' and a 'How,'
One day of oil, just kept on giving,
Indians fed Pilgrims, until Pow-Wow.

So, who would have expected this,
No Prophecies, coupled to event,
Only earthly joy and bliss,
Where, the two, can share a Tent.

They came and went, without a hitch,
But, you didn't come for the Bride,
No solace heard, but Watcher switch,
Applied, with 'hinder-stripes,' quite wide.

Christian brothers and sisters, intolerant,
Forgetting, judgment style returns, certified,
Watchman reports possibilities, to 'Grant,'
'Report All,' not so, is worse than 'Lied.'

Watchman has a covenant with God,
Sing out, or Fail to warn, the multitude,
Singing out, and wrong, don't deserve the Rod,
Seeing, and Not, Blood of Dead, his, with certitude.

We may not know the day, nor hour,
But we know, beyond any doubt,
The event will come, in a day and hour,
We are ordered to keep watch, and shout.

AMEN

He knew that they were coming,
But, not the day and time, to notch,
This watchman is not only sleeping,
He's a 'Dead Man' standing watch,
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Close at Hand
By Arley Steinhour 120113

I'd love to hear the Trumpet's call,
Wailing softly oer the land,
Telling Brides to offer all,
The Bridegroom's close at hand.

He comes to claim his Christian Bride,
Mansions now completed,
Time of Bride, now spread worldwide,
Day of Gentile, requirements repleted.

The watchman keeps eye and ear alert,
For sign, Bridegroom may be near,
The signal, Bride may soon take flight,
And, Light lamps, to show, we know, He's here.

Those dead in Christ will rise up first,
To be buried never more
Then, we left, with unbated thirst,
Lift to Him, as He shuts the door.

Many, suffer shock I fear,
Not knowing, where, with, and why,
That everyone reborn in you,
Are ordained, but once to die.

We start our new Eternity,
With Hallelu's, before the Throne,
As promised in Revelation story,
We never roam, or be left alone.

We then have all eternity,
Free from heat, stress, and thirst,
Totally Sated, in worship be,
So full, we almost burst.


AMEN


Boning up, to dance once more,
Throughout Eternity,
Before the Throne, on Golden floor,
All Reborn soon will be.
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Christmas RANT
By Arley Steinhour 120113

There are days, and there are days,
Many of them, many ways,
'Some are bright, some have rain,
Some of Joy, some with pain.

The days of Tribulation
Are rapping at the door,
The time to change the heart to God
Is about to be, No More.

Grace Salvation, walks away,
To toy with Death, you shouldn't play,
At Rapture, His Grace Gift will Die,
You miss that boat, and you'll cry.

The hounds of Hell are baying,
Satan feels he's won the war
It's time for empire building
The one with a one-way door.

We the people of the earth
Through avarice, did give this girth,
Stacked deck, now, must be played,
And all that happens, honor weighed.

Pray to God, for one more day,
Before Grace Gift offer goes away,
The date is set, world will be burned,
In the time between, salvation is earned.

AMEN

The signboard cuts the shoulder,
A Great Weight, fills the heart,
Wife and Children's beds much colder,
They said 'Yes,' he said, 'not yet,' in his heart,
and Lost.
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Solemn Concern
By Arley Steinhour 120213

The time of Jacobs Trouble,
Takes seven years to fill,
Written by Prophet, Daniel,
May prove, a bitter pill.

So many folks now fall away,
In delusion sorely gained,
They've decided they won't 'play,'
Though they're soundly Christian trained.

They refuse, to open up the heart,
To let Holly Spirit in, or stay,
Refusing, to stand tall, and do their part,
And live their life, Your way.

Didn't like the Narrow way living,
And never gave the 'Newborn' shout,
They may yet turn their heart to you,
And have Eleventh hour gift played out.

My Rapture guess erred, once more, again,
Some brothers and sisters called that 'Sin,'
They didn't need study your word to know,
But, You ordered, 'Keep the Watch,' and win.

We may not know the day or hour,
Only study your holy word,
And find where all seems right, in power,
And pass on as though it need be heard..

I don't know who is blessed and who is not,
I know that 'Reborn' are forgiven,
Nothing there that can be bought,
Except, to our knees, we are driven.

AMEN

All, they that died, or walk about,
Will soon be there, stretched out before you,
Giving worship, with joyous shout,
Eternal Love, for Eternal You.
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Life on Earth
By Arley Steinhour 120813

The End of Life, on Earth is near,
Or, so the story takes on fame,
May I say, there is nothing to fear,
If, Sinless living, is the name of your game.

To live without some Sin in the house,
Would cause many, grief and pain,
Without a chance to cheat Spouse,
Would be 'Life without life-giving rain.

What more could a Sinner fear,
With all Prophecy, soon to close,
Knowing that the End is Near,
For the Mortal life, they Chose?

The Bible has, pages, filled,
For those, who's choice is Hell,
The words, on ice, slightly chilled,
Are much easier, to tell.

The word, 'Heaven,' creates a problem,
In all the Wonders, to full behold,
As the Mind and Heart, can't fathom,
Nor has the Time for what needs to be told.

New Jerusalem, may be but, the Family Yacht,
That Father God uses to tour about,
The edge of the Galaxy, no camera's caught,
And the Bible leaves the good stuff out.

So, turn your heart to Jesus,
He knows the way to greater wonders,
He only wants to please us,
And, nevermore hear the Seven Thunders.

AMEN

Too many times we've seen the worst,
And not enough times the Golden Prize,
You'd think we all, would vie for first,
But, alas, not enough are Wise.
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[Fly New Jerusalem The Stars have No Limit]

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MISTRUST or TRUST
By Arley Steinhour 120913

Life in a world of mistrust,
I know, 'is not a life for me,'
Somewhere, there must be trust,
But, through mistrust, we can't see.

We mistrust most everybody,
We can't even trust the rain,
Economic trust is shoddy,
Life cannot stand the strain.

Look around, and point a finger,
We pat ourselves upon our backs,
Our problems still will linger,
Caused by, Entitlement, and Tax.

The burden of financial load,
Taxation, and spending flare,
We the People hide in abode,
From, Leadership, and poor, out there.

We do not trust financial claim,
We love to help needy, but can't,
Our pockets taxed, by they with name,
And demanded by they that rant.

So, where is love, where is trust,
All seems to be on vacation,
We foot the bill, because we must,
[We all need, 'Illegal' verification.]

Then, some Wealthy Nation,
Would take our beleaguered hand,
Purge our 'Top,' Scrape our 'Bottom,'
Once again we'd be, a Trusting Land.

There absolutely is an answer,
Where Trust will flow like rain,
Only in Jesus, not mortal sewer,
Can we find trust, It's in His Reign.

AMEN

Commandments of Ten,
Forever, held high,
That 'Trust' must, again,
Fill our hearts, His Reply.
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[Note]
In the right picture stone, take a look,
Held in His strong, saving, hands,
What I see hidden, would write a book,
His portrait, perhaps, as planned.

Special Comment:

I actually see two cryptic/shadow images. The first, I saw, faces upward and left, using the whole stone. The second, I then saw, faces downward and right, using the whole stone, with his right arm forming the hairline for the first. The second, presents Jesus on the Cross, possibly, dead. Step back, and see if you see, what I see, and we all may very soon, see, Jesus.
Should you not see what I see, don't worry, as I may be seeing only what I think I am seeing, and it truly isn't there. (((NOT))) Merry Christmas, One and All, as we celebrate the Birth of Salvation/God.

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FREEDOMS END
By Arley Steinhour 121013

Everyone thinks that their fighting back,
From Billionaire, to the guy in a shack,
The other is trying to take all away,
What 'little' they have that day.

They huff and puff, to put it mild,
Sometimes their voices get kind of wild,
The Billionaire plays golf all day,
Poor man plays cards, same way.

The Rich, think best, while chatting on phone,
The poor man cries, while sitting alone.
The 'in-between,' not mentioned, part,
Keeps on producing, with a bright heart.

The Rich own the building, and the devices,
The Poor, sit at home, with only their vices,
The guy, in-between, puts the smoke in the air,
With sweat of the brow, and skills they share.

Middle too rich, Top and Bottom, declare,
Thinking the worker don't pay his share,
Due to Tax, Demand, and Entitlement,
Rich move away, and worker, Rent can't pay.

The Rich, paid great Taxes, for the Spending Game,
Entitlement took far too much, to Congress' Fame,
The working class, now, with no Social ladder,
Producers laid-off, get madder and sadder.

Like steel stresses, ready to snap,
Middle is tired of bearing the strap,
If they quit working, the poor will explode,
The Rich, see worker and poor, as a Load.

Awaken, dear folk, who are Rich and are Poor,
Working folk will quit, if you push much more,
With no one able to keep this 'ship' floating,
There will be dead, just lying there bloating.

The Rich will stay Rich, and the Poor will all die,
Those in the middle accused, with a lie,
The Bible is right, when it say's 'there's a time,
When all will go wrong, and nothing will rhyme.

Please look to Jesus, Purge All Selfish ways,
Or people on earth, won't have many days,
The time of Apocalypse, soon breaks the Seals,
From then, it's Travail, Starvation, no Meals.

Trucker's, soon, will stop their hauling,
Fuel prices, beyond any customer calling,
Rich safe in China, or some distant place,
The Poor, and the Worker, no longer Race.

Full Trust in Jesus, will save our Souls,
Service to God, Our only Goals,
If all in the Nation, will TRUST in the SON,
He may permit Manna, once more, before Sun.

Bible says, Mostly, there's suffering and death,
And, Hints, 'Reborn' Gone, without losing breath,
The time is so short, for Redemption that's Free,
Once we are gone, look for a safe Tree.

Get Right with Jesus, or be Left Behind.

AMEN

The ear of the dead, won't hear the crying,
The ear of the crying, won't hear the laughing,
The laughing, won't hear the Call of God,
Those that won't hear, bear the Rod.
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Forty Years
By Arley Steinhour 121113

God's Voice, scared Israel, almost to mortal death,
His speech left Moses' mortal hair 'Shining White,'
Holy Spirit conveyed, when Moses took a breath,
That, Ten defeated Thousands in Battle fight.

Moses sent one man from every Tribe,
To mark the land of 'Milk and Honey,' over there,
For Forty days, they searched, the countryside,
To gather information, for the most successful dare.

Upon return, the Twelve reported, on the best way to win,
Bad news, and large clump of grapes, was their call,
Ten of Twelve reported, attack would be a Venture Sin,
As 'Grasshoppers,' before their Fighting men, so tall.

Two stood up, and said, 'Let us do battle and Win,'
Doubt was not there, for them, when God says 'Yes, you can,'
But, the people sided strongly, with 'Doubting Ten,'
God said, 'But for two, None will survive Forty year Ban.'

That day Israel was cursed, every soul age Twenty, plus,
They'd wander round and round, until they died,
Getting Israel out of Egypt, easier than Egypt from trust,
Forty years, new generation claims, what God certified.

Joshua was Anointed, to Succeed Moses' Leading Role,
Moses, now One Hundred, Twenty, handed off the Reign,
Died in utter secrecy, so Satan lost his Thieving Goal,
Thirty days of Mourning, then Jordan, they crossed to Gain.

Jordan, opened, let them pass, small version of the Sea,
Twelve Round stones from river bed, one, for each Tribe,
Stacked, to mark the crossing point, for the world to see,
When Blessings flowed on Israel, needing later, to describe.

AMEN
Forty years they traveled, building up warrior heart,
From doubts that God would battle, and to victory,
'Lean and Mean,' with yellow streak, only at the start,
Forty gone, more to go, in another book of History.
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MIDDLE MAN
by Arley Steinhour 121213

The 'Middle Man,' does he Exist?
With this question, I start this Tryst,
'No Middle Man,' say some, shaking Fist,
'We Evolved, by unknown Catalyst.'

'We live, we die, there's nothing more,
Living in what we now have, full store,
And for this God thing, you say, is real,
It's not, as I control, the way I feel.'

I shake my head, in Wonderment,
On how this conversation went,
I do, I guess, provoke irritation,
With my 'Merry Christmas,' without Invitation.

Celebrating the Birth, of the Middle Man,
My opinion, 'A Must' in Eternal Plan,
Can't go to Reward, if not in His Fold,
Believing in Middle Man, far better than Gold.

With pretty lights, and ornaments,
Some show the world, our 'Documents,'
Some say, 'That's Pagan, to display,'
'Middle Man,' for me, holds the Only Sway.

I celebrate, with Great Light, in my Heart,
Placed there by Him, with Middle Man Part,
Messiah, Jesus, GOD Among Man,
To make us a part, of His Family Plan.

He took on mortality, to close the Gap,
So we wouldn't need suffer the 'Sin-Trap,'
I Praise, His Sacrifice, Praise His Birth,
To be with Him, when I enter the Earth.

Those, who say, there's 'No Middle Man,'
Have no long term horizons, although they can,
Join me in Praise to Middle Man, Jesus,
He has plans for Eternity, called: Joyous.

AMEN

May Warmth from our heart, be in yours,
May Joy of our Blessing, on you Shine,
May all Non-believers soon be on all 'Fours,'
In Praise, and Worship, heart no more to Pine.
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B I R T H
By Arley Steinhour 121313

Jehovah, Jesus, what's in a name,
Jehovah, God; Jesus, God with us,
To me, two ways of saying the same,
Jehovah, Spirit, Jesus, man to Trust.

Jehovah, God, decided one day,
(The day, He Created it all),
He need become Mortal Man, to play,
And, to Redeem from the Sin-filled Fall.

His Plan, we can't imagine,
His Timing, beyond the clock,
Man's Sin, needs Perfect Man, to Pin,
So Sin's Redemption, cleanses our Stock.

This time of year, we try to find,
A moment or two, for Worship,
His Birth, like man, the same kind,
To tie man to His Mortal, Godship.

So, Flash the Lights, Ring the Bell,
Our God, came down, the Perfect Man,
As, God, the Son, to Save from Hell,
Make Jesus your choice, before '(It) Hits the Fan.'

AMEN

His Birth, Sought us,
His Death, Caught us,
Our Choice, Saves us,
Because, God Loves us.
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IN A MANGER
By Arley Steinhour 121413

Away, in a manger,
A Birth, and new life,
To many, a stranger,
(As He's seeking, a Wife).

Angel's were Singing,
In Shepherds ear,
Star, brightly winging,
Had stopped very near.

'Fear Not, the Heralding,
Be of Good Cheer,
In Bethlehem Village,
The Savior is here.'

Shepherds responded,
Leaving their Flock,
The Lowest Class Bonded,
To God's Holy Stock.

God, in His Wisdom,
Born, Lowest of low,
Entered His Kingdom,
To live, here, Below.

The man 'Pure,' for Salvation,
In Manger, nurse, and lay warm,
Creating this Holy Season,
To celebrate, He was Born.

AMEN

Day eight, of Boy's mortal life,
Circumcised, and given a Name,
Circumcised hearts, suffer no strife,
And, In-Jesus, Enjoy, Eternal Fame.
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Reason for the Season
By Arley Steinhour 121613

We must give our heart to Jesus,
But, keep our body, for a time,
So, Holy Spirit can Live within us,
Until, Jacob's Ladder, we climb.

Faith in Jesus, through Spirit Holiness,
The only way, to Father, we Qualify,
Living His 'Word,' so other's see us,
Gaining, in Joy, for His 'By and By.'

If you don't know the reasons,
Christmas time is for the knees,
You've lived too many seasons,
Without Blessings, if you please.

God, came to earth, to shoulder,
All the Sins, we've brought to bear,
Every-one, listed in a folder,
While God's Blessing, we don't share.

Jesus, came, then left, with all our sin He Bear,
The Sins of All with Soul, on Earth,
To God, the Son, this Season, we all share,
That started, one night, with His Birth.

The Birth of God, in a 'Lowly place,'
A Cote, for calves, and lambs,
Nestled in a manger space,
Was Born, the 'Son of Man.'

AMEN

No room, for them, on upper floor,
Birth would disturb guests, sleeping there,
Cote space, with lambs, behind a door,
God, the Son of Man, Born, would anyone care?
Only Shepherds
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Christmas Redemption Plan
By Arley Steinhour 121613

Where are the childhood stories,
Of the person, Jesus/God,
Was he void of Childhood Glories,
Did Joseph ever use the rod??

As 'child,' exiled, a time, in Egypt land,
So, an Angel could, 'from Egypt, call him out,'
And, not Mitzvahed, teaching Priestly band,
'At Fathers Business,' till the use of Priestly clout.

That concludes, his early life, unto age Thirty,
Where He's Baptized, by His Cousin, John,
East of Jordan river, when the water wasn't dirty,
Then, Forty days of Fast, Tested by the Dirty One.

Time, Times, and half, His Ministry,
Teaching all who followed Him,
Then sealed the Church, per Prophecy,
With twelve Apostles, Spirit - Trim.

Thus, We celebrate, the Birth of God,
Who walked earth, a mortal man,
Starting as lowest, Shepherd, Servant, Clod,
God, the King, with His Redemption Plan.

AMEN

For Committed Sin, John baptized many,
Where the Jordan river flows,
Holy Spirit Flame bestows to any,
Eternal Salvation when flame glows,
In one's heart.
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SEASON REASON
by Arley Steinhour 121713

There was a time, Twenty Centuries ago,
In a Cote manger, a new baby would sleep,
And how the first days, taught man to know,
His life, men would follow, like sheep.

'To GOD,' Dedication, of 'First-Born,' States,
Boys, Circumcised, and named, on Day Eight,
Day Forty, Bless and pay Redemption Rates,
Two Doves, be 'Poor man's' Redemption to Sate.

Days later, there came Magi, so 'Wise,'
Special Star, to seek Him, their Reason,
To worship New King, with Gift Surprise,
'Wealth, Life, and Death,' His Season.

To children, give gifts, up to Three,
And, to Jesus, please turn your heart,
God's Birth, in our heart, sets us Free,
The Reason, for this Season, to Start.

(Don't be 'Left Behind.')

AMEN

The newborn child steals your love,
He, from the manger wants the Heart,
Free Choice, He won't give a shove,
And to love one another, our Part.
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Christmas Card Al a Carte
By Arley Steinhour 121913

Twas a week before Christmas, going to bed
On the pillow, Sugar Plums danced my head,
My normal, to fall asleep, as if I were dead,
From world of the Dream, my worries have fled.

Most nights be a world, so new to behold,
My abilities there, at least would be bold,
I'm often the Hero, for saving young, and old,
Often waking at night, from a laugh, I can't hold.

My night-time adventures, great as they be,
Cannot compare, to my morning revelry,
As I wake to the Love, given freely to me,
Where, soon, I will worship, for Heaven to see.

This time of year, my feelings take wing,
Amplified, by the New Life, Mary did Bring,
Emanuel, Jesus, In His name my Heart can sing,
As, Believing in Him, makes us more than a 'Thing.'

What better gift, than giving the heart,
So, 'giving/Receiving,' now play a part
He blesses our soul, right from the start,
Once Blessed, in his Cote, we never depart.

Merry Christmas to all, friend or foe, al a carte,
May we Glorify God, as we all play our part,
For the 'foe,' I am praying, Redemption, a start,
Let Jesus work miracles, deep in your heart.

AMEN

Life in the country, is different than City,
Folks are more laid-back, and nitty-gritty,
Like Gas Station of old, warm and witty,
A dab of God's snow, and everything's Pretty.
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Redeemers Birth
By Arley Steinhour 122013

Christmas be, Four days away,
Prepare the Christmas Feast,
Those things that on a shelf will stay,
That you have time, to cook the beast.

Christmas Day, once had a pall,
Christians used, to note the Birth,
Of the Savior, of man, one and all,
Converting worshipers of the hearth.

This ploy, of man, did surely work,
Converting many to His True Call,
False religions, then, began to lurk,
In dark places, behind a Wall.

'Too Bad,' we say, we've shown the way,
From which, no heart can successfully hide,
Since, Truth, in the heart, digs-in to stay,
With Permission, Holy Spirit Abide.

Those Lost, rant and rave we've stolen,
A Worship time, holy to only them,
They forget that Jesus 'Owns' all beholden,
Idolatry existence, is behind Bethlehem.

So, give a Gift, to Jesus, this year,
Your heart, a gift, to set you free,
Join with the Church, in Good Cheer,
The Birth of He who Redeemed, at Calvary.

AMEN

Peace came upon our planet Earth,
The night of God's Redeeming Birth,
We celebrate with joy and mirth,
That day of Incalculatable Worth.

Archive & pic. at" www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/56417/

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Christmas Super Sale
By Arley Steinhour 122113

Three days before Christmas,
And, all through the Mall,
Some items not selling fast,
With Sale tag, are placed in the hall.

Much better to make a dollar,
Than to lose ten bucks, or more,
Now, Mom, and Dad, can stand taller,
As they carry more gifts out the door.

The Christmas bells are ringing loud,
The music played, Politically Correct,
Drawing in the last minute crowd,
Thus, Holly Day's have little Affect.

We've sold the Birth of Jesus,
Completely down the drain,
Birth of God, no longer pleases us,
We treat Him be more like Acid Rain.

Offended by the 'Reason,'
Folks turn away from Him,
Now call it 'Holiday Season,'
Keeping wine glass filled to brim.

They can't look up, into the sky,
For fear of seeing God's, Arrival,
Inspect the floor, and wonder why,
They need God, for their survival.

Perchance you play the 'Season' Game,
Unsaved, by God's Grace through Son,
It's not too late to accept His Name,
Put His Birth back as the Season's Holy-One.

Open the heart, invite God in,
You'll never rue the day,
Let His Spirit live, within,
Birth of Jesus will, again, light this Day.
AMEN

Ho Ho Ho, the Christmas Debt,
With Interest, we must pay,
Gift, of Jesus, sets free, and yet
We Ho Ho Ho, and shy away.
Merry Christ-Mass
Archive, & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/56427/

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Giving and Receiving
By Arley Steinhour 122213

I fear, today, we may no longer see,
Many more programs of Christian Revelry,
Promoting the Birth of Him, hung on tree,
Celebrating the symbol of Christianity.

The Civil pressures from those offended,
Forget that 'rift,' that Jesus mended,
For Sin in the heart, could not be defended,
Until, on Cross, He paid Sin-price, demanded.

Man's Salvation is impossible to pay,
By self, or anyone, in sin-mortal way,
Too hard the Laws, too hard they stay,
Unless Perfect Sacrifice, Judgment belay.

To 'Son,' Repentance gives New Life a start,
God knew only He, could pull that cart,
Accepting God's Gift, man plays their part,
Salvation by Grace, God gives to the heart,

'Second Death,' for Reborn, no longer holds sway,
Rebirth through 'The Son,' Key to Eternal Day,
Celebrating his Birth, says there's no better way,
Of stating, we Love Him, for what he would Pay.

If you're 'Unsaved,' smothered by Sin strife,
In this End of Times, with Sin running rife,
And want to be clean, for your Eternal life,
Repent, and become part of His Holy Wife.

AMEN

Born in sheep cote, was God's Son,
None lower than Him, this Holy One,
To live and to grow, enjoy mortal fun,
Until paying the Price, Sinners had won.
Archive, & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/56437/