Praise and Poetry III

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Seed of Adam
By Arley Steinhour 011914

Magnetic North is shifting,
Tectonic plates give Birth,
To Earthquakes ever shaking,
Volcano's pollute the Earth.

Birds flying high above,
Fall dead upon the ground,
Fish no longer making love,
When so many have drowned.

The weather makes us wonder,
Normally dry, is now a flood,
More places see flash and thunder,
Croplands no longer give Food.

Right is wrong, wrong is right,
Prosperity now less and less,
Peace is gone, with war a blight,
In all of this, less happiness.

This is the Bible Prophecy,
Where man can't find a way,
To overcome their Lunacy,
And wish all a Happy Day.

Those 'In' Jesus, Messiah/Savior,
No longer, have long to wait,
Before tasting the Feasting Flavor,
Of God's table, and Life Sedate.

If only all would turn to Him,
There'd be no 'Tare' to 'Weed,'
All mankind, Eternal, and Trim,
Every one, of Adam's Seed.
AMEN

Our Redemption Paid,
When we Sip to Accept,
God's Contract Stayed,
Only Satan Wept.
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ODE to the KINGS
By Arley Steinhour 012014

On this, the day we celebrate,
The birth of a famous King,
Few men can even calculate,
Christian hearts that took wing.

This mortal man of Christian Cloth,
Skin pigment dark, once Sold,
Made many of 'Master kind' quite Wroth,
To have a 'Dream,' so great, and Bold.

All he dreamt, was someday, soon,
The 'Rights of All' be just the same,
For, when achieved, would be High Noon,
'Evil thoughts' no more in Game.

People, to be equal, by ability,
No more, the scourge of Past,
With Christian sensibility,
Our system then would last.

Somehow, somewhere, Disparity,
Snuck into the progress made,
And, minority not find equality,
Without education to make the grade.

Many made King's goal in life,
'Uncle Tom,' became their name,
Creating for all great Social strife,
Proving all could have god life, the same.

Sadly, sadly, far too many,
In lieu of catching 'up,'
Sat down, upon their fanny,
Demanding others fill their cup.

Minor mind refused education,
Still, demanded equal pay,
Playing, Minority exception,
Dragging down Majority way.

The Kings, had no idea,
Their people would have the gall,
To refuse to climb the ladder,
That 'Good Life' be had by All.

Judging this day, by most results,
Is a great error, in my opinion,
I offer this, not intending insults,
But a goad, to Kingdoms Dominion.

Either way you see the word of 'King,'
We all can take to heart, with whoa,
King, Jesus, and king, Martin, ring,
As the losers, of our whimsy Show.

Both can still be turned around,
If we clean our respective acts,
Make the Ideals of the Two abound,
Equal, the goal, for both impacts.

AMEN

Over Nineteen Hundred years,
Separated, the Kings, it seems,
Today we give both our Cheers,
If having the Same kind of Dreams.
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Fervent Wish
By Arley Steinhour 012114

Father God
I come to you, in Supplication,
For your blessing of those like me,
About our close at hand Vacation,
From this thing called Mortality.

Some will call it 'Rapture,'
I prefer, 'Graduation,'
As those Reborn, can be sure,
A Joyous day, for the 'Son's Nation.'

Hallelujah's ringing clear,
By Angels along the way,
To welcome us from far and near,
As we fly to where we'll stay.

Before Your Throne, our destination,
Serving You, through Eternally,
To our calling, Your Designation,
Playing Flute, Harp, or Jester [maybe me].

Finding 'humor,' where be no strife,
I'll find my job hard to accomplish,
That would thrill me throughout my life,
Fulfilling Eighth Day, my fervent Wish.

People, take a seat, and ponder this,
From whence we've been and done,
The hem of His Robe, we may kiss,
Those in Hell, wish They'd 'Known the Son.'
Hallelujah
AMEN

May Snatching be much like the 'Water,'
When escaping Egypt land,
Saving every Son, and Daughter,
God opened pathway, with Wave of Hand.
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[Keith]

Love that one, Arley!

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Night Into DAY
By Arley Steinhour 012314

It's five o'clock in the morning,
Very soon, the end of night,
The time of giving warning,
So the Gremlins can all take flight.

When God allows, dark of night,
Satan renews his strength,
To sneak about, in his lying fight,
When his lies then flow at length.

When we are deeply restful,
Christian Armor need be in place,
Though his lies might be pleasurable,
With Holy Ghost residing, we win race.

Sin, Repented, and, Contract Accepted,
Eternal Covenant of His Love,
In Jesus, then, we are Protected,
As His Spouse, by God, Above.

Holy Ghost offers Conscience voice,
To warn us, of danger and Sin,
It's up to us, to make the Choice,
That can keep new found purity within.

The change may be instantaneous,
Or, take one many long years,
It's progress made, like a local Bus,
But, Redemption is now, no tears.

AMEN

God sits proudly on His Throne,
His Son has taken a Bride,
Soon, God tells Him, 'Don't be Alone,'
Go fetch your Bride, with Pride.
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Faith Administration
By Arley Steinhour 012414

Dear Father God,
Is there anyone out there,
That hears your word, and care,
Does Christianity need to stop,
To separate the Wheat/Tare, Crop?

Adverse teaching, of your Word,
That tickles ears, is all that's heard,
Without the critics, condemnation,
Of those, in True Administration.

Those without your Word, in heart,
Sadly play a bitter part,
Of what your Prophecy does say,
Many faithful will 'Fall Away,'

Those Ministers, who tell the Truth,
Feel the sting of corrupt tooth,
They use our means of communication,
To uproot the Faith, and strongest Nation.

Forgive us, please, our Blindness part,
We should have had a Watchman's heart,
To see the Foe, on far horizon,
Coming fast, to crush our Zion.

Now, we of faith, have little control,
Over hearts becoming Satan's Foal,
Some yet Repent, in Tribulation,
Especially from 'False' Administration.

AMEN

We need the light of Holy Spirit,
Burning brightly within our heart,
God's Word is there, for all to hear it,
The Contract that bears Bridegrooms Heart.
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Bride Price Paid
By Arley Steinhour 012514

The times are getting heavy,
The load so hard to bear,
Major leak in the levy,
That keeps the Satan elsewhere.

In this time, he works so strong,
Tripping all who venture by,
To make the faithful limp along,
And soon, nonbeliever cry.

We, the Faithful, must be on guard,
That we don't fall for Satan's Traps,
While this is still his back yard,
Lest we can't get out, and it he caps.

To those who haven't, Jesus, called,
To reside in Sin-filled heart,
I pray you do, or you'll be mauled,
Once 'Reborn,' God can do His Part.

You can be safe, from all your Sin,
By accepting Bride Price, Paid,
Hung upon that 'Rugged Cross,'
And Resurrected from where He Laid.

AMEN

Cuddle me in your warm arms,
From Satan, my soul protect,
From all of his Sinful charms,
That I need, in You, Reject.
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Ode to Hobby Lobby
By Arley Steinhour 012614

Do we yield to Laws of God,
Or, perhaps, the Rule of man,
Do we chance application of Rod,
When deciding new law, at hand?

When law of man conflicts God,
In this way of life, celebrated,
Our Constitution keeps us shod,
To prevent our way's be berated.

The Rule of man, takes second place,
To the Bible, and Constitution,
No matter doubts of lying face,
Those two have total solution.

Hobby Lobby, of the First to fade,
From attack on Biblical Fare,
As, the system of man, does wade,
Into privileges, that aren't there.

Our leadership, is one of ten,
With Eleventh, soon to come,
The Hobby Lobby one of Blood Fen,
Placed beneath Satanic Dome.

Hobby Lobby's soon demise,
Will make the path much straighter,
To the Narrow Gate, through Satan's lies,
Rapture leaves 'Volcanic, Social, Crater.'

AMEN

Death to all, this side of bridge,
Step, not, from the Golden Path,
Green Forest, be just over ridge,
We that cross, endure no Wrath.
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LEFT BEHIND
By Arley Steinhour 012814

The Church was born on Shavuot,
Called Pentecost to the Christian,
To see if this new Church would 'float,'
Success, or Failure, based on Convention.

On Shavuot, Church Age may be Retired,
Age of Redemption, by Grace, be over,
The 'Left Behind' say, we 'justly expired,'
But, can't explain clothing, scattered like Stover.

This Age of Grace, when its numbers fill,
Is when the Bridegroom comes for Bride,
All those who pledged, of own free will,
Is Snatched to Him, His Fathers Pride.

'Jacob's Trouble,' then, not hard to find,
'Left Behind,' in Wrath, Great Tribulation,
Fifty percent, plus, leave mortality behind,
With Survival no longer Primary Station.

So many die, mortal, plus Spirit, God fed,
'Those born Twice, die Once,' Spirit shines,
'Those born Once, die Twice,' Spirit dead,
With no part in the Joy, of Eternal Clime.

AMEN

Morning Walk,
Be Morning Flight,
Neighbors Gawk,
Not seeing the 'Light.'
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WE OF YOU
By Arley Steinhour 013014

When the sky is blue, and soothing
And the breeze blows gently by,
We think of You.

When the sky is dark, and threatening,
And the Wind howls in the sky,
We think of You.

When, Peoples Praise, and Worship,
Hearts lain before your Mortal stead,
We think of You.

When people ignore Your Lordship,
With hearts as dark as lead,
We think of You.

May the opportunity, occasions all,
Find you First, within the heart,
We are Thinking of You.

May we not ignore you're Beck and Call,
And have eternal ride in, Satan's cart,
We must Think of, and Be a Part of YOU.

AMEN

First, Last, Eternal,
Our One, and Only GOD,
Powerful and Supernal,
All approaching, come 'Unshod.'
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Royal Plan of God
By Arley Steinhour 013114

Through the night, a blanket,
Of snow, so pure, and white,
Clouds cover, so Sun can't spank it,
To liquefy, and snow lose its light.

The brightness of the fallen snow,
is, perhaps, God's soft clean way,
To tell us to change from 'fast, and know,
We are 'spending' our lives away.

We can't afford a tithe, to Him,
But, can buy a brand new toy,
Perhaps, new shirt, or skirt, so trim,
Or evening 'out,' in social joy.

Today, the 'Church' does 'Fall away,'
Few, pass through the door on Sunday,
Those who do, have spent their 'pay,'
ON selfish items meant for play.

Doors, soon will close, forever,
The Church will shine, no more,
When the people don't endeavor,
To keep Satan off their 'shore.'

Repent the Sin, that lets him in,
The Dragon, eats the hearts of man,
Putting Salvation into Fatal Spin,
With Ejection from God's Royal Plan.
Romans 11:22
AMEN

With God the Son aboard the ship,
It can't run afoul of shoal;
With Praises, flowing from the lip,
Discipleship, needs be our Goal.
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Suffer Great Loss
By Arley Steinhour 020114

Among the flowers, and on the grass,
I lay myself down, and watch the clouds pass,
So fluffy and white, the opposite of night,
So dark, without light, nobody can fight.

Regarding the deep dark, it has this to say,
Beware of the ogres, they come out to play,
They whisper dark nothings into one's ear,
Without one take notice that they are here.

A prayer, before sleep, seems to keep them away,
At the mention of 'Jesus,' go elsewhere to play,
They can't fool the heart, knowing they're mischief fraught,
Protected by God's Grace, our Redemption is bought.

Not reading the Bible, or casting God's seed,
Is the only enticement, Satan will need,
To whisper sweet nothings, of Sin in the ear,
If not Rebuked in Jesus, soon they will hear.

Enticed to return, to a life they once knew,
Not horrid, or sordid, with small sin, one or two,
'God will forgive me,' but, before they demise,
Then, at their Judgment, know they weren't wise.

Those, who would keep Faith, to Rebuke life of Sin,
Pass' them to His Right, Paradise welcomes them in,
To sing with the flowers, and giggle with the grass,
Sit at God's Table, enjoying forever, Godly repast.

Please hear my words, if you've fallen, away,
Turn heart back to Jesus, This moment of this day,
Beg His forgiveness, follow Him, to the End,
When you enter His Paradise, you'll be His Friend.
AMEN

Heaven's gate will open, to only those who worship Him,
Those with 'Gain,' but, not to some with 'Loss,'
The time is short, when His Bride is called, with lamps trim,
The covenant, for Redemption, is new, don't be Tare, or Dross.
(Or suffer Great Loss)
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Jesus Will Hear It
By Arley Steinhour 020214

Scrub us clean, remove the dross,
And give our hearts, Your Super Gloss,
When we Repent, and offer our heart,
Discipleship, is then our major part,

We surrender all, our mortal pride,
You even forgive the Sins that hide,
When we remember them one by one,
Our sins become a none by none.

You Justify us, as having died on Cross,
Your death was ours, we paid the loss,
Born again, in You, our second Birth,
Forever Yours, as Bride, great worth.

They that Relax, Satan entices Away,
Not understanding, Bride Price Stay,
If, honestly, taking of the Sip,
From cup, we're locked in Discipleship.

From that Sip, we gather 'Gain,'
To Bema Rewards, that fall like rain,
For those who Turned, and went their way,
Their 'Loss' Reward, may be uncomfortable Stay.

So, if you've 'Turned,' feeling lost or bound,
And feel Redemption can't again be found,
Short of Blaspheming God's, Holy Spirit,
Repent again your Sin, and Jesus will Hear it.

AMEN (Mk 3:28, 29)

When we're caught, perhaps, in the act,
We've sinned against God, that's a Fact,
But Jesus says, 'Repent through Me,'
And be a part of God's Family.
(John 14:10, 17:21)
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Last Hand Dealt
By Arley Steinhour 020214

All ashore that's going ashore,
I'm about to get underway,
To open up, and shine my eyes,
Upon a Bright, cold, winter day.

I know that I am happy,
I know that I am saved,
I love to praise my 'Pappy,'
That makes His Path feel paved.

There is no sharp stone,
That will bruise my heal,
On His path, feel somewhat alone,
There are few that crave God's Seal.

Prophets think, once snatched away,
There will be a great rush to Believe,
And, in God's Love, He lets them stay,
But, Whoa, if they should leave.

Is this fact, or is it fiction,
It's an opinion in my heart,
Hell is for Satan's Fallen Minion,
'Mankind' should not have a Part.

The time of 'Justification by Grace,'
Coming to an halt, with danger felt,
When Church is gone, without trace,
Tribulation on table, last hand dealt.

AMEN

Seven years, much like gambling,
Seven Stud, two down, one up,
Bet on this and each that's following,
Survive to Seventh Play bet, and turn 'face up.'
(The only winner, be Jesus, who isn't playing)
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Eternal Homage
By Arley Steinhour 020514
(Dedicated to Sherry and her aging dogs)

The hair gets gray,
The hinder-part wide,
For photo-tour, no one would pay.
To see the real person, me, abide;

Someday, oh so very soon,
We'll hear the Trumpet blow,
We'll lift up past Sun and Moon,
Leave Mortal life and strife Below.

We beckon to the voice that cries,
Come up, to be with me,
You'll never live a day of lies,
In my Truth, you'll ever be.

Those blessed by graduation,
Ahead of you and me,
Await, with joyous anticipation,
Bride whole, at last, completely free.

Seven sequestered years in Safety,
At Wedding Feast sipping 'water/wine,'
Above earthly strife and gravity,
At the table of King, we dine.

Won't you join us, of the 'Body of Bride,'
Through Repentance, without Umbrage,
He fills our heart with Love, inside,
To enjoy a part in Eternal Homage.

AMEN

Chica is a dog gone blind,
Love and courage her retainer,
Through care by Owners, she can find,
The Love, to brim, that sustains her.
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Handwriting on Wall
By Arley Steinhour 020514

Five years ago, or even Seven,
Handwriting was on the wall,
Blindness makes many go to heaven,
Because they ignored the call.

Today, with the power of the office,
Our Freedoms are crumbling down,
Disaster stands, without need of preface,
Constitution lies stomped into ground.

Revolt, no longer in remedy equation,
We the People, now stand outgunned,
We're about to surrender our Nation,
To the Leaders, our tax's fund.

The only chance the people have,
Is that the young will sanity regain,
To understand Society they halve,
To their parents, cause death, or pain.

Bible say's 'Restrainer' is taken away,
Perhaps, this is some of that story,
The young void of knowing the Bible way,
Will kill without knowing how gory.

Only Jesus can now wake them up,
To realize the damage they'll do,
But, when money fills their cup,
There'll be no more Red, White, and Blue.

AMEN

Just like a fancy Video game,
Play 'war' in a comfortable chair,
not realizing the target has a name,
Perhaps, their Mother, but, will they care??
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Day of Gentile
By Arley Steinhour 020614

Blessed are you, Oh LORD our God,
King of all the Universe,
For giving your Word, to bear the Rod,
To Redeem, and fulfill Your Verse.

The times are two,
Jesus come to man,
First, as Servant, Pure and True,
Worthy To Be the Sacrificial Lamb.

Alas, upon Jesus' Return,
With Scepter Rod in hand,
Trib-Survivors will then learn,
As they repopulate the land.

Only those who've accepted You,
Led by your Only Son, True,
Up-to a Thousand years through,
May, even then, prove to be Untrue.

Then, comes your Mighty Judgment,
Followed by Great White Throne, presentation,
By Son, to Father, ready of Placement,
Those Worthy, Blessed to be Your Nation.

To be considered Bride, of God the Son,
With Eternal Bliss, as His Family/Bride,
Must Repent the heart, so 'Race be Won,'
Before the 'Day of Gentile' has died.

AMEN

In the Land of Milk and Honey,
Is the Place we want to Live,
Where there is no need for Money,
With no Sin, God need Forgive.
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I offered this one, well mostly, three years ago. Today, I thought I’d rearrange the format, but changes started popping up, and, well, this is the v2 of my now called: v1 of:


The Watchman's Call
By Arley Steinhour 111110/rev020614

Shout it from the Roof-top,
At the corner of the street,
Voice God's warning, do not stop,
To everyone you meet.

God is getting angry,
Wrath will fill His Face,
Nowhere can a nation flee,
It cannot win the race.

The Faithful know the ending,
The unsaved never hear,
They refuse to hear the warning,
And just order another beer.

Don't ignore His warning,
The Bible speaks quite clear,
It warns His wrath be falling,
On those who will not hear.

So, Shout it from the Roof-top,
At the corner of the street,
Voice God's warning, do not stop,
To everyone you meet.

The Bride of Christ is ready,
Await the patter of His Feet,
As He comes to snatch away,
His Bride, time is full, complete.

Bride of Son, alert to hear,
The Trumpets clean, clear tone,
Alerting all, who lends an ear,
He does not come alone.

Tribulation waiting,
Just around the bend,
Seven years He's Baiting,
The Sinful to a bitter End.

Please, Yell it from the Roof-tops,
At the corner of the street,
Nicely yell the warning,
To everyone you meet.

The lamps are trimmed, wicks are lit,
The Brides expectant be,
To Welcome Royal Bridegroom,
To make us Bride, and Family.

AMEN

As you see how He departs,
In cloud, He also returns,
No more a Servant, in your hearts,
Riding as a King, and Evil burns.
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[Keith]

Absolutely love that, brother Arley, very timely!

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Thanks, Keith, You take care now, ya - hear??
I'm keeping you in my prayers, until you tell me to stop,
But, the, I'l know it may not be you, and I'll call a cop.
S O O N, Brother, we are going to graduate, and be home,
T O Bad, we can't take everyone, and leave Satan alone.
AMEN