Praise and Poetry III

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Accept Bride Offer
By Arley Steinhour 020714

When I have graduated home to be,
With You, My Lord, for Eternity,
I wish to visit with Your Praying Tree,
That is Praising you, on bended knee.

Tree must feel Like the casting of Crown,
Like our Bema Reward, of Praising thee,
The Joy, no other place that's found,
Than before your Throne, in Eternity.

As we approach, the tree will tremble,
Dropping fresh fruit, as if to harvest,
As we dine, this fruit does resemble,
That at Last Seder, only the best.

'Why this tree,' one might ask,
'Is allowed a root, like leg and knee,
And, has a special light, to bask,
And, owns this reward, for Eternity? '

Jesus, will smile, and close the gap,
In our understanding of the special tree,
'The tree was made of wood, and sap,
It was cut down, to be a Cross, and held Me.'

'My Resurrection, sealed the Demand,
Your 'Bride Price,' by the Sin-filled 'Owner,'
Now, all mankind, is mine to command,
But the 'sip of wine,' accepts Bride offer.'

AMEN

A tree is made of wood, and sap,
Until chopped down, to then be lumber,
Uses vary, even opens the gap,
Of Eternal Life, and Torment Slumber.

The offer made for Bride to be,
Offered now, to you and me,
If only, Heaven, we could see,
We'd accept His offer, to be Free.
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Queen Race
By Arley Steinhour 020814

Sunrise filters through my window,
The pane is frosted white,
I snuggle down, deep in my pillow,
To enjoy, the 'wake-up' fight;

That joy in every Sunny day,
That lights displayed in skies,
Reflected, glowing, in my stay,
As I slowly open my eyes.

You stand Alone, and Lofty,
No Equal can you find,
Except the one, so crafty,
Coveting, Your Throne, in kind.

He was your First 'Light bearer,'
Befitting his Beauty and Power,
By Gayle, would be Your Crown wearer,
Through raining lies, like a Spring shower.

The Sin, Your Adam made that day,
Brought the Curse of Daily Death,
In day born, one must die away,
When You remove, again, Your Breath.

Today, You set the Tribulation Scene,
For those refusing 'Salvation by Grace,'
To Close the Era, Crowning Gentiles 'Son's Queen,'
As Eternal part, in winning 'Queen Race.'

AMEN

Each one of us must empty 'Sin cart,'
To win a piece of Jesus' Heart,
Repent and sip, to feel the Start,
Of an Eternal part of being a Part,
Of HIM.
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When Spirit Leaves
By Arley Steinhour 021014

Jesus lives, within our hearts,
Like a Rose Petal on pure water,
Shining with special glory,
A Special Love to warm our hearts.

Life clouds come,
Life clouds go,
His hand beckons one and all,
Accept His Pledge, and come.

Some yield to His beckon,
Some tell He, 'come another day,'
Some will sit upon the fence,
Many push away His beckon.

There be only one way to Heaven,
Narrow path, not Avenue, wide,
They, accepting Wedding Proposal,
Graduate and be Snatched to Heaven.

Don't let false joys, of Planet Earth,
Dissuade you from accepting,
Know, to Paradise you'll go,
When Spirit leaves, Mortal Planet Earth.

AMEN

Be Pure, in Expectation,
Not part of Sinful Earth,
God put us in mortal position,
That we could opt for Second Birth.
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Eternal the Life
By Arley Steinhour 021114

Life in this Mortality,
That many people crave,
Happy in this Destiny,
Eternity they'd wave.

Some would wane, and tire
Of being joyously immortal,
To take a fill in mortality,
And not seek Jesus' Portal.

Science removes much 'tension,'
Of a void that spans the gap,
Between this mortal dimension,
To where Eternal others Rap.

They drink the toddy,
Of Eternal Life,
With Glorified body,
Have no Eternal Strife.

When life for some be over,
For the Heart, and Head,
There's no field of Clover,
Lake-Flame, Daily Bread.

AMEN

Don't act like God,
Or, even try,
You'll Bear the Rod,
And Eternally Cry.
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Flaming Consternation
By Arley Steinhour 021214

I have a sad, sad, story,
I Awoke to a Silent day,
Like my hair, a tad bit hoary,
Worldwide Web had gone away.

Presuming that the power,
Had an eye it needed blink,
My router takes a shower,
With electrons in the 'drink.'

With a smile upon my 'pouter,'
I knew exactly what to do,
Rebooted my trusty router,
Then P. C, before I was through.

Well, sure enough, I was through,
Nothing seemed to make it work,
Now, here I sit, awaiting, the shoe,
Of technician, to make it 'Perk.'

I'm concerned I won't have a poem,
To share with my trusty friends,
I may just need to stay home,
Read, or finish this, depends.

I shouldn't write about the Rapture,
But it's very much like today,
I may not know the Day nor hour,
That Jesus snatches the Bride away.

In expectation, await one or other,
To come help me get on with today,
Technician, will fix that which 'bother,'
And, Christ, will 'Snatch Bride' away.

If you like to travel,
with 'Ten Star' Accommodation,
Follow Jesus, or, endure Eternal Ravel,
In Flaming Lake, of Consternation.

AMEN

Those in the 'Rapture' do receive,
Great Joy, as part of Bride,
In Jesus, you can still believe,
Repent, or not, you cannot Hide.
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[Keith]

Good one, Arley!

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Thank you, sir. I pray you are recovering quickly and well. We the People need all the leadership we can produce and guide. AMEN

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Without Death
By Arley Steinhour 021414

We do not have to prove our worth,
Only, stand before Him, in Rebirth,
There's no test of 'Works Expertise,'
Just Worship of Jesus, on our knees.

The knees, to which we all must fall,
Is in the heart, whenever we call,
The more we call, the less we need,
With the heart laid open, He can feed.

Jesus, feeds needs, at proper time,
To allow our rescue, to reach sublime,
He may not come, at our beck and call,
So, there'll be times, we're against a wall.

As Jesus said, then, to Apostles, twelve,
"My means and timing, do not delve,
Remember, always, you belong to Me,
And, should you die, you'll be set free."

To us today, "If it's proof, that I exist,
Look around at all you might have missed,
I made the ground, and all that grows,
From great to fine, some tickle the nose.

Believe on Me, that you can't see,
Blessed are you, visibility free,
Some I'll take Home, before First Death,
As, in My Death, you have new breath.'

Oh, people, people, do not tarry,
Come to the Alter, for Me to Marry,
I paid the Bride Price, on the Cross,
To Marry Me, Jesus, is Satan's Loss."

AMEN

The Bridegroom hung upon a tree,
To pay the Bride Price for you and me,
He doesn't promise wealth, fame, and such,
But, Love and Joy, with no need for Crutch.

Jesus paid the Price for Bride,
The Price, that Satan cannot hide,
Those accepting, by sip of wine,
'Second Death,' will never entwine.
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[Keith]

Feb 14, 2014 11:45:18 GMT -6 navyblue said:

I pray you are recovering quickly and well.

Thanks, Arlie. Yes, recovering, but very slowly. I tire quickly but I'm praying that stops after the new meds begin. Thankful that I am noticing a little new strength every day.

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KING of LOVE
By Arley Steinhour 021514

Agape, is the King of Love,
Dispensed by Jesus, God Above,
He Rules with Love, the here and now,
Cleaning the Dross, from every bough.

Pruning some, for lack of life,
So, no dead branch can be His Wife,
Olive Branches, are what we be,
True, or Wild branch, attached to Tree.

Wild branch's fruit, has bitter taste,
Until grafted on, be bitter waste,
Grafted to bough, gives personality,
Blessed by Root, and Bole, for Eternity.

Only one people are meant to be,
A normal part of God's Olive Tree,
Twelve Tribes of Israel, they are,
Moses Covenant, would take them far.

Alas some decided to walk away,
To be their own tree, there to stay,
But, Olive branches have no Root,
Quickly be 'Air Plant,' with no Fruit.

Replaced by branches from wilder plant,
All fruit produced, takes God Blessed slant,
Through God, the Son, Salvation is free,
Just Graft us in, and Free we'll be.

All this is based on Agape Love,
The Gift of God, so Far Above,
When we Repent, and ask the Son,
To live in our hearts, Salvation is won.

Not once can I find any word written,
Where God the Son, says we can't be smitten,
Nor did He say Go, Make Believers, in Me,
But, only 'Disciples,' leading more to be Free.

Now we all know, how Agape Love Saves,
Treasure in Heaven, never more be Slaves,
What Jesus paid, for us, upon the Cross,
His Life for our Freedom, and Loss of Dross.

Open your heart and invite Jesus in,
With Repentance, to be seen Without Sin,
Agape Love will make your cup overflow,
Shine on the Nations, Let Agape Love Show.

AMEN

Agape Love Saves us from Drowning,
In Sea of Sin, and cleansed for Crowning,
Soon, Jesus lifts us High, past the Sky,
The Church and Bride, Apple of His Eye.
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Loaf or Slice
By Arley Steinhour 021614

We come before His Alter,
Some, with doubt, in heart,
Not sure we will not falter,
And play our expected part.

We give to God, our 'everything,'
Yet, want to hold back much,
That which we hold soon takes wing,
To fly with broken crutch.

That, of which, we give to Son,
Flies with a damaged wing,
Finding there's little we can do,
To fly as high as we want, to sing.

God says, throughout His Holy Word,
'In your Faith, sacrifice your all,'
If only 'part,' no one can say they heard,
Our Redemption Plea, should we fall.

Total Grace, dispensed with Grace,
That heals a damaged wing,
Though we may not keep the Pace,
At our level, can Praise and Sing.

Not all may fly as high, in Sky,
As those paying full Manna Price,
But, 'In Jesus,' all will meet His Eye,
For Eternal Joy, as 'Loaf, or Slice.'

AMEN

Some will read and not take part,
Some hearts will fill with Joy,
May all Praise, come from the heart,
As Faith in God is not a Toy.
Archive, & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/57146/

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Heaven or Hell
By Arley Steinhour 021714

The Sun won't rise, in Heaven,
The Moon, won't meet the eye,
Shekinah Shines without sin Leaven.
To make hearts Praise and Sigh.

Some things look the same, there,
Some, a new face to present,
Fruit trees, and flowers, everywhere,
To partake, see, smell, God Sent.

There is no work that must be done,
With drudgery taking part,
All assigned, in Heaven is Won,
With no Time to complete, or start.

The Joy of doing what God, does ask,
You start, as you hear His call,
Once completed, in His Glory Bask,
Your name, Honor Placed, on Wall.

The lowest place, in Heavens Swell,
Where the non-Disciple lives,
Is way above Best Place in Hell,
A Space of Torment, where Satan Lives.

AMEN

Pick door number One,
Or pick door number Two,
Eternal, by what you call 'Fun,'
The choice is up to you.
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Mansion Appreciation
By Arley Steinhour 021914
(Inspired by Lori, Bill, and Gwen)

The old cliché pops up in mind,
It never rains, but pours, we find,
The task we shoulder, weight, so great,
Be more and more, upon ‘Life plate.’

The test we take, with Faith, to the End,
Hearing, ‘Welcome Home, oh Faithful Friend,
You’ve done the works, that I’ve sent you,
So you’ll know there’s naught you can’t do.’

We step aside, and root them on,
We sympathize until trials are gone,
In Tribulation, we learn, and strive,
We cope with tests and stay alive.

We need stumble, and even fall,
God stands us up, for the next call,
Learning from strife, and bad events,
We’ll appreciate Mansions, more than tents.

Turn heart to God, He’ll welcome home,
When we ‘graduate,’ never more to roam,
Eternal provision, for all we need,
To thank God, for proving us ‘Good Seed.’

AMEN

To live eternal in Godly Mansion,
Where Time requires no expansion,
To keep the heart song sweetly singing,
With Praise to God, on High, Winging.
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Yesterday Today Tomorrow
By Arley Steinhour 022014

'Yesterday,' was but one day,
In a string of days before,
Two Thirds of each we had some sway,
But, at times, a day of Gore.

Our attitude has much to do,
With the way we handle life,
What's there, will make a better you,
So, you can learn to handle strife.

We can learn from experience of negative,
As 'Good,' is seldom thought through,
Tears in eyes, helps us perceive,
That deeper growth is owed, and due.

Enjoy your 'Today,' as a Good day for you,
Call it the 'Heads' side of God's-Coin,
And when it's 'Tails,' grab the rails,
There's an answer to life, wanting to join.

God doesn't promise a cushy Life,
The bad person, will steal and spend,
The person, mellow, without life-strife,
Tomorrow, an Heaven Winner at 'Today's End.'

Learning the Truth, Jesus is 'I AM,'
Repent your sin, and beg Him 'Move In,'
He paid your debt, of Life's Exam,
To Wed, Cleansed of Mortal SIN.

AMEN

One to Death of Yesterday,
One to Paradise Today, no sorrow,
In the Center His Death holds sway,
On yesterday, today, and Tomorrow.
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Morning Almost Gone
By Arley Steinhour 022114

I woke up to this brand-new day,
With the morning almost gone,
'Son-rise,' long ago, couldn't stay,
But briefly, Son of Man, Servant, Pawn.

Sunrises seen, years Thirty-Three,
To seal, and pay the Bride Price,
His strength to do, was bended knee,
His Resolve, to pay, would suffice.

By Blood, the cleansing must be done,
That the Contract be sealed as Eternal,
Only Pure Blood, flowed within the Son,
So, the Marriage could be Joyous, Supernal.

Very soon, comes the day, He Snatches Away,
His Bride, and the Contract of Purchase,
Those, almost accepting, be left at Doorway,
Crying, 'Please, Dear Lord, Accept Us.'

They now can be saved, as He turns away,
Through Works, not Bride Purchase Grace,
Much like the Rules, of Exodus Sway,
To Serve God, in Faith, in Sacrificial Way.

Join us, please, as His Purchased Bride,
Before He comes, to snatch us away,
Able to welcome, with arms open wide,
In the Salvation, of-witch, 'He' did Pay.

AMEN

Soon, so Soon, the Hugs begin,
When Heaven is full of Bride within,
To miss a Bride-part, might be a Sin,
Especially if, that Bride-part was to be your 'Twin.'
WITNESS to others!
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Sinless to all Above
By Arley Steinhour 022214

God's Sabbath day has come to play,
Upon hungry hearts and mind,
Deep in prayer, and Praise today,
In tune with those of my kind.

We, of Faith, Reborn, through Grace,
Set all Earthly pressures aside,
To allow focus of Glory to fill the Space,
So our hearts Praise Him, Glorified.

There are no words that can explain,
How it is, to seek His Place, and Face,
Where Peace, and Joy, flows like rain,
When we graduate and win life's Race.

What I say to all, who listen and hear,
Said, Two Thousand years of times, before,
In the Hope, a heart will open and cheer,
'Enter Jesus, I open my Sinful Heart's Door.'

May you obtain Salvation, Eternally,
With a heart like our God of Love,
Giving His Son, to Pay Bride Fee,
So Bride be Sinless, to all Above.

AMEN

Once I thought the Raptured Bride,
Would be an L. A. traffic jam,
Now, we look for those off to the side,
Who left the pathway, to the Great 'I AM.'
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ETERNAL TWIN
By Arley Steinhour 022314

I set me down to write some 'Pro's,'
Where my words go, no one knows,
Without the help, from You, on High,
Only garbage, to reader, would meet the eye.

You Bless my Mind, and Bless my heart,
You know what to say from the start,
Once I have placed the final 'AMEN,'
Then, often, I need to read it again.

I praise you High, I praise you low,
Wherever you are, we're on the go,
Reaching out, to show the way,
To empty hearts, that want to play.

The 'Game we Play' is quite sincere,
But, words, often, fall upon deaf ear,
Truth be hard, and Games are fun,
All-times, by Truth-Sell, Hearts are won.

Brothers and Sisters enjoy Your Authorship,
And the words in error is where I do slip,
Please, Bless them all, especially 'Unsaved,'
They need your Blessing, from being 'Enslaved.'

I say to you that are seeking a Family,
Join us in worship, Satan will flee,
Repent your Sin, and call Jesus within,
Fill your Heart with Joy, my Eternal Twin;
S A V E D!
AMEN

This Sabbath Day, I reminisce,
A witness to Your Saving Kiss,
I reach out to all, in need of Salvation,
That Your Family, be a Mighty Nation.
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Right Track
By Arley Steinhour 022414

Once more, a friendly Congress group,
descends, in mass, on Israel,
To convey undying love, but stoop,
Below unfaithful when souls, are 'For Sale.'

They spend the money, We the People, pay,
So they can pretend they do mean well,
When, what is truth, casually look away,
Condemning our Country to Pits of Hell.

What they do, is not truly their fault,
Highway to Hell be made by 'selection,'
We select them, who'd give away like salt,
Our wealth, and seek, only, Re-election.

Freeway to Hell, We the People know well,
Smiling in front, while stabbing in back,
Concerning Israel, God will say: 'Go to Hell,'
With some chance of obtaining Right Track.

We might turn this train of death around,
Stand with Friends, addressing the Enemy,
We the People need, from 'Lost and Found,'
Our Patriotism, to stand on 'Solid Ground.'

Pro 27:6 Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. (KJV)
AMEN

They stood in the rain,
They stood in the snow,
For the Preacher to come,
And God's Word to Know.

Now, that Church, see the Cross,
Became Transportation to Hell,
They Fall Away, at great Loss,
Satan now owns, much of the Shell.
(Thanks to: FunZug.com)
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[Keith]

Sad, but true, brother Arley...good one.

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Good Morning World
By Arley Steinhour 022614

Good Morning Lord, Family, and Friends,
I feel like addressing how my night ends,
No matter the time, when I arise,
Early, or Late, when it's Old man Surprise.

I've a nice sheen, a clean machine,
Now, if only, be young and mean,
Took my usual bath, some call it a 'Spit,'
Less water be used, still cleanness in it.

So, now at least, for an hour, or so,
Smell good enough to a public 'show,'
Starting an interesting day, today,
Started early, now late, I must say.

Eight Thirty, received a call on phone,
From a Nephew, knowing I live alone,
Wondering if I was Good or Fair,
I replied, 'Now awake, and without a care.'

He wished me well, and went on to work,
At a 'High Tech job,' not Soda Jerk,
I 'snuggled in,' started 'Good Morning Prayer,'
Intending, with all, I might share.

I was feeling good, here in my bed,
Dizzy feeling, still gone from head,
Knowing too well, that when I arise,
The 'Dizzies' return, no big surprise.

Phone rang, again, Next thing I knew,
My Alarm clock said 'Nine-Twenty-Two,
I deduced that, I had gone back to sleep,
Old men sleep better, when not counting sheep.

Twas a young lady, about her penury debt,
And, how much the payment, not sent yet,
If she be on time, for a payment or three,
I might even forgive, the balance owed me.

May this, I share, set my thought, word, and deed,
To Glorify You, Father, as we all help a need.
May this day be a Blessing, to all who apply,
Saved by Grace, through your Son, never to die.

AMEN

Blow the Shofar at Sunrise,
May it sound on dale and hill,
Soon we receive the Surprise,
Son comes for Bride, heart be still.
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