Praise and Poetry III

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Would We Not Be Happy
By Arley Steinhour 122313

Would we not be happy,
If, Christmas last, made way for This, Anew,
If, Rapture would take place, on Christmas Day,
If then, we truly worshiped there, before you,
Celebrating You, but in the proper way??

The day we celebrate, was not Your Day of Birth,
More, the day Your Spirit, seeded Mary's womb,
To take upon himself, Sins of man, of little worth,
With Holy Spirit, to be Teacher, Guide, and Broom.

God made the rules of conduct, Good, and Bad,
With the Gift, of choice in two Songs, we may sing,
First, the Gift to choose between Mortal Joy, or Sad,
Then, the Gift, to choose, or not, Shelter in His Wing.

Rapture's not a Blessing, of 'Being Good, Reward,'
But, more the sign of, 'Grace Salvation's' Death,
When, Satan knows, that Gone, the Spirit's guard,
Seven years, the time, to Win, that he has Breadth.

While Satan plies the land with Great Destruction,
We're presented before the Throne of God, before,
The 'Church and Bride' enjoy, Marriage Celebration,
Where, those of Satan cannot enter the Holy Door.

So, watch the sky, for anything, Abnormal,
Perhaps, two hands reaching out for you,
Or, hear a 'Trumpet,' and, 'Saved ye, one and all,
Come up Here,' as Jesus beckons all that's True.

AMEN

We defeat the Second Death through our Lord, Jesus,
We breath, Eternal, Joy, and Breath, in His Redemption,
The Gift of Salvation by Choice, will please God, and us,
We who choose Jesus, and Accept Bridal Consummation.
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CHRISTMAS DAY 2013
By Arley Steinhour 122513

I awaken to this Christmas Day,
With song, in heart, I send your way,
As I serve to you my morning prayer,
It is a joy to know you're there.

Although, my body won't tolerate,
The blessing of family this date,
Through you, my heart can reach out,
But they and I, to You, praise we shout.

With Songs of Praise, ringing in my ear,
Lifting my thoughts and words, so clear,
Angels take my joy to you, without hesitation,
For, soon, so soon, you build a mighty Nation.

For them, that celebrate the 'Winter Season,'
But not the God, who is, the 'Holy Reason,'
I can have for them naught but sympathy,
They're missing out on Communing with thee.

May they see the light, of who you are,
And flock to you, from near, and far,
Before you come, for Christian Bride,
And, those who aren't, from you Hide.

To the world I call to you out there,
Look to your heart, to see, and hear,
The choice is yours, you've made,
Ask God, Jesus in, before Eternity's Staid.

AMEN

Born in Cote of lamb, so low,
That He may bless us, all below,
Laying in manger, the Son of God,
For our choice, of Joy, or, Rod.
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Grace Will Not Abide
By Arley Steinhour 122713

Well, Lord, discussion is again set aside,
For your Birth, and Death, not certified,
Passover, all know, the day of Death,
Discussion is for, when you 'First took Breath.'

December Twenty-Five, most say,
The day we celebrate your Birthday,
Tabernacle, Feast, the day, quite clear,
Yet, we still ponder, on the Year.

God, coming to earth, to live among Man,
On Tabernacles, to start His Enlightened Clan,
Chosen souls, willing, your Truth, Understand.
To the Jew First, then the Gentile Land.

That discussion, again, will be lain aside,
As, events of today, open eyes wide,
The earth is shaking, the sky cries out,
Soon we hear 'God's Trumpet and Shout.'

'Come up to me, you of my Bride,'
Celebrate the Feast, the world cannot hide,
In blink of eye, End of Grace has transpired,
Holy Spirit not tied to Faith, as if 'Hired.'

Faith, laced with Works, the Millennial Covenant,
At Great White Throne Judgment, Acceptance is Vent.
All Souls be Judged, 'Paradise, or Blazing-Lake,'
Enter, Day Eight, Eternal, nothing can Break.

AMEN

The paths are two, for me and You,
Based on Choices, wrong, or True,
Our heart determines Destination,
Grace soon ends, for Procrastination.
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Death or LIFE
By Arley Steinhour 122813

We're hot on the last Lap,
In Race, Twenty, Thirteen,
Preparing for the big Slap,
Of Twenty, Fourteen.

Signs that are showing,
With acres of gloom,
War Winds, may be blowing
'To escape,' little room.

These could be the days,
Of the Horses from Hell,
Destructive in four ways,
As they're ridden Pell-mell.

Man turns to War-faring,
When bored with his Peace,
With a mind void of caring,
How deeply they fleece.

To die, while protecting,
One's hoarded goods,
Is much like expecting,
To see an Oasis, in Woods.

In Jesus, find Treasure,
Safely Saved till you Need,
Wealth beyond Measure,
As your Eternal Seed.

Quite easy, God's path,
Though people can't see,
Choose Jesus, not Wrath,
Be all you can be.
AMEN

Four Horses with saddles,
They chomp at the bits,
As Bride, Church skedaddles,
Years Seven, Tribulation Hits.
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Escaping HELL
By Arley Steinhour 122913

What's wrong with a Rapture,
When Jesus comes for His Bride,
In His eyes we're Sinless, and Pure,
Our Sin on His Cross, Justified.

Some call it escaping,
And they are so right,
Seven years of hell is for,
Non-believers, void of Light.

We, the saved, didn't ask for,
Any kind of 'Free Rides,'
We opened our 'Heart-door,'
Where now, Holy Spirit resides.

There's no room for doubting,
Restrainer leaves with the Bride,
Redemption Grace is aborting,
As, Left-behind run to hide.

I don't like to say things,
That makes anyone sad,
Repent, and have wings,
When Snatched, you'll be glad.

Invite our Lord, Jesus,
Come into your heart,
Reject him who deceives us,
Spirit's yours from the start.

Your life will be changing,
More and more, from the start,
With your life rearranging,
Witness to all, from your heart.

AMEN

The Church Age End is ever so NIGH,
Keep Watch on the Earth, and SKY,
All the Warnings of Doom are THERE,
Many Good Folk will surely DIE,
'(With lack of Redemption),
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Me and my Drum
By Arley Steinhour 123013
Rump-a-tom-tom,
I play, every way,
Me, and my Drum,
'God's with us, today.'

What better, the message,
His blessing, 'Love Soul-meat,'
Like, unclean links of sausage,
Blessed by Grace, we're Complete.

Look up to the Blue sky,
You may see Him there,
He made what we espy,
For mankind, to share.

Should you decide,
to be on your own,
You tear self aside,
Wounded string, sorrow shown.

The wounding of string ,
Links close gap, to mend,
Repenting errors will bring,
First placement, not the end.

The Angels sing special,
At our, welcome, return,
Jesus Salvation, fully Eternal,
Subjecting to Him, we don't burn.

Open heart passage,
Welcome His Spirit in,
Like links of Sausage,
We're Several, yet Twin.

Romp-a-tom-tom. AMEN

Not played for a 'Day,'
Return Certified,
In trash, you display
You're Lost, as you've died.
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Life and Sway
By Arley Steinhour 123113

There once was a 'Sin-free' child,
Born to exception, upon this earth,
No Sin in his life, he'd grow and stay;
Mother, innocent, virgin, and mild,
From lowly Sheep cote, and interesting Birth,
We celebrate, His Life and Sway.

There's little known about his childhood,
Except, 'being about Father's business,'
Until age Thirty, when allowed to Teach;
Teaching began, as a Holy Man's should,
Selecting twelve to be taught, in nearness,
Understanding, for many, to be beyond reach.

Most people, don't know He came to Crop,
No matter the danger, in 'Shadow of Valley,'
We must offer our Praise, as disciple to Jesus;
We need Praise Him, from the Roof-top,
Each day to witness, His Truth, without Dally,
Rewards we earn, pleases Him, thus He, us.

AMEN

'What's this,' say they, 'a child so wise,'
'Not yet, with Guidance, nor Schooling,'
As, in awe, they pondered his wisdom;
Intensely, He tried, to open their eyes,
He saw dark hearts, not worth wooing,
They all, would miss-out on His Kingdom.
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2014 New Year Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 010114

On this day, and first morning of,
Your year Two Thousand Fourteen,
I take the time, to call you, above,
Bless this last, twice Seven counting,

Twenty, Eighteen years, since your Birth,
With Six, or Seven years to follow,
Gives Reborn time, for wedding mirth,
While in Tribulation, others wallow.

With Reborn gone, new Saints appear,
Those thinking they'd be Raptured,
And learning Good Works be in the rear,
Of ways to qualify, to have Joy Captured.

Although, we call, and witness,
The unsaved will not try to hear,
We are about our Fathers business,
As they're turgid, with Sin-fleece to sheer.

Please work a wonder, so they know,
Your are the One and Only God,
And, if they don't change life below,
Their surviving Remnant will bear your rod.

AMEN

Tribulation won't all be war,
But, will be fraught with gore,
Be it from a 'Falling Star,'
Or lance and sword, or more.
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Indwelling the Story
By Arley Steinhour 010214

I judged them wrongly,
I judged them wrong,
I judged them before
They could sing their song.

My prayers to Him, our Father God,
Their shape and size upsetting,
With boyhood fears up front, like sod,
Believed them of Satan's knitting.

God answered my prayer, quite softly,
Approval, without rejection,
To proceed, as if 'quite costly,'
But, still have God's protection.

Doctors, and friends were horrified,
At the story I had to tell,
Doctors determined psychotic plight,
Friends think I'm consorting with Hell.

The things the critters began to do,
Like, move around in my body,
Checking and prodding like buying a shoe,
Made me desire, more than a Toddy.

After weeks of prodding visiting, until,
Injection of a toxin, mind bending,
It burned the vein, and held me still,
And, I felt like my life was ending.

I didn't mind, my health was bad,
To describe, would require a book,
I determined to fight, feeling sad,
Twas the course that my heart took.

For months, within, raged mortal war,
I pleaded for God, 'Bring me Home,'
His rejection was clear, 'Find the door,'
Resisted, by Rebuke, and Prayer, on my own.

It seemed that I was winning,
And had them on the 'run,'
Prayed for forgiveness of sinning,
Then they nailed me, son-of-a-gun.

I resisted, hoping they'd kill me,
So, to make a short story shorter,
I succumbed, no longer free,
From God's Will, and their order.

Revelation, became the answer,
Malevolent, was Benevolent for me,
My prayers for healing, I swear,
Free from pain, They'd set me free.

Each night I received two treatments,
Many times, that caused more burning pain,
My Surrender received, a third treatment stint,
Pain and sickness, fell away, like rain.

December Thirty-One, awakened, refreshed,
About, Four Thirty, in morning, So Free,
Feeling much better, than Ten years passed,
I'm now giving Thanks, to the 'God, Three.'

With Love I receive God's blessing,
As He's done so much for me,
Oh, I'm sure I still won't be racing,
But, with His blessing, I am Pain Free.

AMEN

God's healing touch, not always by hand,
Having many ways, our hurts, to repair,
By fixing my body, God opened my eyes,
To see His Creation, Forever, So Fair.
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Oh What a Beautiful Morning
Lyrics Revised, by Arley Steinhour 110113
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1) Oh, What a Beau ti ful Mor-ning, Oh, What a Beau ti ful Day;
2) Up to the clouds, we are lif ted, Gone, in the blink of an eye,
3) To, all our friends and re-la-tion, Give Je sus all of your heart,
4) Oh, What a Beau ti ful Mor-ning, Oh, What a Beau-ti ful Day;

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1) I have a won der ful fee ling, Je sus is co-ming our way;
2) Heart fill ing love that is gift ed, No time to say our Good-bye.
3) He's King of all God's Cre-a-tion, All done, so we have a Part.
4) I have a won der ful fee ling, Jes us will take us a-way.

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San-dals as New, as the fresh mor-ning dew, We will be Fam-i-ly, E-ter-na-lly l:
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Lyrics for: Oh What a Beautiful Morning
By Arley Steinhour (mod) 010314

1) Oh, What a Beau-ti-ful Mor-ning, Oh, What a Beau-ti-ful Day;
2) Up, to the clouds, we are lif-ted, Gone, in the blink of an eye,
3) To, all our friends and re-la-tion, Give Je-sus all of your heart,
4) Oh, What a Beau-ti-ful Mor-ning, Oh, What a Beau-ti-ful Day;

1) I have a won-der-ful fee-ling, Je-sus is co-ming our way;
2) Heart fill-ing love that is gift-ed, No time to say our Good-bye.
3) He's King of all God's Cre-a-tion, All done, so we have a Part.
4) I have a won-der-ful fee-ling, Jes-us soon takes us a-way.

Chorus
1] With a \_ Pure Gol-den Crown, for the fore-head, White Lin-en Gown, for the back,
2) With our/
3) Cas-ting/
4) In Our /

San-dals as New, as the fresh mor-ning dew, We will be Fam-i-ly, E-ter-na-lly. I:

4close) We are His Fa--mi--ly, E---ter---nal---ly.

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Eureka, When I read the lyrics vertically, this is what I found:
Beautiful Morning
By Arley Steinhour (mod) 010314

Oh, What a Beautiful Morning,
Up, to the clouds, we are lifted,
To, all our friends and relation,
Oh, What a Beautiful Morning,

Oh, What a Beautiful Day;
Gone, in the blink of an eye,
Give, Jesus all of your heart,
Oh, What a Beautiful Day;

I have a wonderful feeling,
Heart filling love that is gifted,
He's King of all God's Creation,
I have a wonderful feeling,

Jesus is coming our way;
No time to say our Good-bye.
All done, so we have a Part.
Jesus soon takes us away.

With Pure Golden Crown, for the fore-head,
White Lin-en Gown, for the back,
And Sandals as New, as fresh morning dew,
We all live in Mansions, not a Shack.

AMEN

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GOD AND BIBLE
By Arley Steinhour 010614

There was once, so many people,
When Service was held, whenever,
They'd even fill Bell Steeple,
And Faith flowed, as if forever;

But, alas, through the Decades,
Very few, when comparing,
Increasing wealth, and Political 'Blades,'
It, smothered, and carved, without care.

Founders restrained from saying, overtly,
That, from which life flows, and fills,
Made, well, their statement, covertly,
Alluded to the Faith only God Wills.

Judeo/Christianity, the Faith with His Full Truth,
Separated, yet One, God's word we share,
Like the old story, about the woman, Ruth,
Jew God, Messiah God, One, beyond compare.

Lift up your eyes, take note of the sky,
There be events, that shows He's 'Returned,'
Jesus, comes for His Bride, in blink of eye,
Seven years later, for Kingdom well earned.

Some say 'that's Impossible,' others, 'Not Fair,'
Remember, He's God, and does do His Will,
God gave us the story, His Truth is still there.
Jacob's Troubles, of wives, and Noah, Truths still.

God, and Bible, knows. We WIN. AMEN

Jacob's True Love, proved to be Second Wife,
Once, tricked, and 'married,' to not loved Choice,
Raven, no return, Dove returned, bearing Life,
To all mankind, God offers His Loving Voice.
(shrug)...Your Choice...(shrug)
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He Veils our Face
By Arley Steinhour 010814

I see God every morning,
As darkness yields to light,
Soon, no life in groaning,
The Son will rise so Bright.

He'll wash clean the landscape,
He'll cleanse most every heart,
He'll Rule mankind without drape,
So we will know our special part.

When first He came to 'Mortal-scene,'
As humble man, paying cost of Bride,
To gather the whole, of His Bride-Queen,
As 'Lambs of God,' that we don't hide.

He Veils our Face, from mortal Sinning,
In preparation of His Godly Return,
Beyond the eye, our mortal pinning,
Not condemned to heat, nor burn.

All souls, that fully accept the King,
Are led by Holy Ghost, His Guide,
To teach us, so our hearts take wing,
Bride of God, Redeemed, His Pride.

AMEN

You crush the cup God's Blood was in,
When Two become One, Ever-Bound,
Never more to commit Grievous-Sin,
As One, no Guile can be Found.
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Cup of Wine
By Arley Steinhour 010914

The time seems very early,
For the time that's getting late,
Minds are getting 'squirrely,'
As sound reason does dissipate.

The time of Wrong and Right reversed,
Has closed down, upon the mind,
Of many good folk, unrehearsed,
Sane people soon hard to find.

'How can this be,' I'm glad you ask,
There's no better way to say,
Our Sin has putrefied God's Flask,
Now have no choice but 'Pay.'

No more an event 'Man' can quell,
God knew all, in the beginning,
He'd need to pay the 'Price of Hell,'
To Purchase Whoredom from its Sinning.

We have not failed, His Prophecy,
As Adam scripted, we played our part,
The 'choice' was there, for us to see,
Choose Jesus, or Satanic Cart.

The time is short and coming fast,
When God wants Sweet Wine in His cup,
We before Jesus' blood soaked 'Mast,'
His Redeemed, with Sweet Wine, fill it up.

AMEN

With Jesus' Blood, the cup is filled,
Candles keeps Cup warm,
Communion wine, never chilled,
Relationship free from harm.
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ETERNAL the SEASON
By Arley Steinhour 011014

Too many, live in a dream world house,
With all its mortal fun and games,
Even sleeping with multiple spouse,
Who live under other names.

What fills the heart with lust, deploys,
On others, their lives of Fun and Sin,
With selfish motives, and Carnal Employs,
Friends and Family, they might Win.

Deep within their Sin-filled heart,
They know, they're bound for Hell,
They try quite hard, to not depart,
Until, their lifestyle they selfishly sell.

Those, that seldom, cheat, or steal,
Often have a great, and sad, impact,
Leading Friends, and Family, to feel,
Wayward One's mortal life, is Fact.

Soon, those they can't corrupt, nor stain,
Be set aside, as 'being in delusion,'
Replaced by strangers, of similar brain,
God's people become 'exiled intrusion.'

Some wayward souls, return to the fold,
That has life, beneath Wing of God,
While, many souls remain in Sinful Cold,
Until the Flame, and God don't spare Rod.

Refuse Temptation, offered by Satan,
Hooking the heart, his plan uses Guile,
Turn heart to Jesus, with Reward His Plan,
Eternal the Season, and Joyous Mile.

AMEN
What doubt, has any mortal mind,
There was only One, who for them, Died,
Search and search, you'll never find,
Volunteers for you, to be Crucified.
Repent, your S I N and W I N
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Heavens Phone
By Arley Steinhour 011214

Dear Father, God,

I marvel the depth of your Love for me,
Beyond number the way's you truly care,
You Love deeper than water in any Sea,
And, Grains of Sand, that's everywhere.

You wake me softly in the morning,
You listen to my latest dream,
I break-fast, with your blessing,
With bowl of 'corn,' and cream.

While dining on my breakfast fare,
We enjoy, some 'on-Line' teaching,
Alerting my heart, to what they Share,
You open my mind, for truth broaching.

My day, each day, is much the same,
Beyond when, at night, I close my eyes,
Through the night, you call my name,
To a peace beyond nightmare cries.

Each day, for me, Full Sabbath play,
Until you call me, to come Home,
Reborn, in you, I need not stay,
Anxious for the ring, from Heavens Phone.

In Jesus Name, AMEN

God don't really use a phone,
To place a call into your heart,
Be you in a crowd, or all alone,
Holy Spirit rings, from the start.
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Race Won or Lost
By Arley Steinhour 011514

Praise be to You, my God on High,
As this new day meets my eye,
With crispy blaze of Morning Sun Light,
From the sleepy darkness of Mid-night.

Place your Blessing upon this day,
So all alive, might live life Your way,
In Royal Faith, through Your Son,
When, once complete, the battle is won.

Your enemy forever placed away,
In Lake of Fire, for Eternal Day,
The time you allow, is more than fair,
To allow each soul Your Love to share.

When the Great White Throne, is placed,
And Sin in every soul's life is Traced,
To make Final Judgment of 'What we face,'
Paradise, or Lake of flame, for each, in Human Race.

May we, one and all, be members of Fold,
Lambs of God, not condemned in story told,
The 'Choice' you've given, each and every one,
Made and Lived, determines, 'Death' or Race Won.'

AMEN

Does the gate open,
Or does it stay shut,
Only through 'Salvation,'
May we pass, Free of Smut.
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Genesis Twenty Nine
By Arley Steinhour 011614

God's Love for all, I see abound,
Especially those in Saving Grace,
The Justified will soon be Crowned,
They chose wisely, and won the race.

Choice, God gave us, 'do Good or Bad,'
As we pass through Mortal life,
Soon, the time, when many are Sad,
Those Saved, by Grace, be His Wife.

Like Jacob, when he ran from death,
To mothers brother, Laban, up North,
Brother, Esau, would take his breath,
For stealing his Blessing and his Worth.

Seven years hard labor, Jacob gave,
To pay the Bride Price for Rachel,
Seven years, Jacob worked like Slave,
So to another, Laban not sell.

When job was done, came the day,
Jacob awaited, end of Seventh year,
He 'knew' his bride, and had his way,
In morning, scream was loud and clear.

Laban had cheated Jacob bad,
There Leah, eldest daughter lay,
Beside Jacob, and he wasn't glad,
Rachel was Seven more, without pay.

These words of mine will end here,
The lesson clear, I hope and pray,
'Do not cheat a Brother, loud and clear,
Or, they'll get back, some other way.

Read the 'Rest of the Story,' Genesis Twenty Nine.
AMEN



Escaping, to visit Laban in Haran,
Jacob had a night beyond belief,
Head on a rock, saw stairway, Earth to Heaven,
Angels flitting up and down, to his relief.
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Bitter Pill
By Arley Steinhour 011714

Oh, the trials and Tribulations,
Of the new found modern mind,
Each day, it seems, New Stations,
Makes us, a new position, find.

One Day, soon be positioned,
That of 'One' style of Control,
Yester-year, be contritioned,
When, bad things fill your bowl.

The way things work keep changing,
Brand-new knowledge, cutting edge,
That our brains need rearranging,
There's no time to build a 'Hedge.'

There's only one thing, in our life,
That hasn't changed and never will,
Dedication to our God, as 'Wife,'
Those who will not, choke on 'Bitter Pill.'

Upon His back, Jesus took Sin to Cross,
To pay the Price, and Redeem his Bride,
When we Repent, Sin gone with Dross,
Heart cleaned, with Marriage Certified.

Seven Years, Tribulation's bitter song,
When war and pestilence, kills four of five,
After Bride is snatched away, free of wrong,
Then, 'Left-behind' must truly fight, to stay alive.

Please, Pray, Ponder, Repent; Soon.
AMEN

Not one Jot, not one Tittle,
Has changed from then to now,
Satan, at its Truth, tries whittle,
His lies, Tare beneath God's Plow.
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In His Blood
By Arley Steinhour 011814

Dear Father God,

I praise your Name,
When I wake up,
To you the Fame,
Each day fills my cup.

I need not ask,
You know my need,
In you, I bask,
My God, Indeed.

Your sent your Son,
To redeem my soul,
As if being the only one,
You wanted in your fold.

So long I wandered,
From here to there,
Yet, I often wondered,
Did you truly care.

Events through life,
Beyond 'lucky' reason,
Proved, through the strife,
Twas Redemption Season.

You gave man you Son,
To Redeem us from Sin,
Bride Price, the reason,
In His Blood, we Win.

AMEN

With perfect Patience,
Awaiting 'Permission Call,'
From God, our Holy Father,
'The Bride, Go Snatch them, ALL.'
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