Praise and Poetry III

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To Face Eternity
By Arley Steinhour 022814

Come Jesus, Beat the Movie, by a day,
Laugh at what the bad guys say,
When they howl, 'Please Go Away,'
'Nowhere near the Cross we'll stay.'

Let the 'Unsaved' just understand,
You went to Cross, to buy our hand,
The Bride Price Satan, did demand,
You paid it, now Eternity's Spanned.

We're anxious, to be at home, with Thee,
Be it, Earthly Eden, or Heaven be,
It seems that we, who study, and see,
Tribulation, years Seven, like minutes, Three.

Bride has waited Two Thousand years,
For Father to say, 'Son, Go Quell their fears,'
Those Left Behind, eyes fill of tears,
Believing Satan's Lies, and wayward steers.'

Man forgets Your 'Time' is Fun,
Only we count trips around Sun,
Years of a Thousand, your One-day done,
What we call 'slow,' is yours, God Spun.

To One, and All, I say this clear,
I feel we have, at most a year,
Repent your Sin, to Salvation, steer,
To face Eternity, without fear.

AMEN

Eternity, as a part of your Glory,
Be we dead, or Young, or Hoary,
Some older, many younger, the Story,
Part of, Church, Wife, King, and, God's 'Glory.'
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Until That Day
By Arley Steinhour 030114

Ever so soon, you winnow the crop,
Separating the Chaff from the wheat,
Most every year, the cycle don't stop,
Seventh, Day, and Years, makes Cycle complete.

Year Forty Nine ends cropping years,
Year Fifty, completes Cycle count,
Two years in a row, no crop for cheers,
Must live on self sprouting amount.

'Fear Not,' says Lord God, to the heart,
'Forty Eighth Harvest, abundant,
I will produce all you need, from the start;
If You'll Rest My land, I won't Rant.'

They swore an oath, forgetting their greed,
Using years Six, and Forty-Eight, as the key,
Planted years Seven, Forty Nine, and Fifty, with seed,
The land yielded Seventy more Crops, as if free.

Nine Jubilee's, broke oath, and planted,
And harvested fine crops of Corn,
Forgetting the Oath they had panted,
Until that Day, God made them Mourn.

A King, called Nebuchadnezzar, called out,
'My Army stands, at your gates, relent,'
They resisted a while, giving up with a Pout,
Seventy years, rested the land, their Repent.

Babylon, being some miles, from their Heaven,
In Slavery, they worked with no gain,
The land lay fallow, Nine times Seven, plus Seven
They'd ignored; land enjoys God's rain.

You might have read the story-line,
In a trusted book, called 'Bible,'
If not, then your Faith, may not be 'fine,'
Repent your heart, Dine at Jesus' Table.
AMEN

To own a stone home site,
On top of small hill,
Is better than a warm night,
By a Slave, safe from night chill.
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Church Flight
By Arley Steinhour 030214

I had a lot of pain inside,
Some of which, I couldn't hide,
I'd take it out on all I'd see,
Sad to say, also my family.

I lived a life that had much pain,
Sometimes the pain fell down like rain,
It soaked in, deep, right to the bone,
To face my Satan, all on my own.

I witnessed death, at age of four,
Went to Heaven, when they opened the door,
They sent me back to live out my life,
To grow, father children, and love a Wife.

I chose the Navy, the great world to see,
Many years on a ship, mostly at sea,
I learned much, in schools Navy offered,
Mostly High-tech, Secret clad, well coffered .

Navy offered to send me to College School,
Where I delved deeper into the Golden rule,
No longer would I be considered 'dumb,'
What-ever they taught, I wanted some.

When people ask, 'Did you do it your way,'
I honestly tell them, Jesus shaped this 'clay,'
You may not experience quite what I did,
He shapes us each different, to fit our 'LID.'
AMEN

If you yet haven't, Repent to Him, soon,
Or you'll miss The Church Flight, beyond the moon,
Eternity, with Jesus, the better choice in 'Trade,'
By His Grace, forgives 'Hell Sins,' you've ever made.
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Choices Embraced
By Arley Steinhour 030314

We all should want to start our day,
With time of 'You and me,' dear Lord,
To start a day, any other way,
Allows events we can't afford.

Your Armor, Full, protects our play,
In what you'd have us do for You,
To build Reward, for Eternal Day,
Casting crowns, before you, do.

To receive a crown, we must qualify,
When our Sins, hang on the Cross,
Your only Son, Jesus, can certify,
Your Gain, and Satan's Eternal loss.

You made us to live your Eternal Day,
Satan Fell, Adam Sinned, creating 'Dross,'
Your Death, on Cross, makes Sin Stay,
And spans the chasm of 'Gain,' or 'Loss.'

Repentance, first, is all that's needed,
To have Salvation, forever in place,
Discipleship, is 'Following you, as Heeded,'
Gaining ,'Treasure,' and 'Table Space.'

I won't even address the 'Other Place,'
Of Eternal Residence in 'Flaming Space,'
For those who refuse, to 'Win Life's Race,'
When They and We, Our Choices Embrace.

AMEN

The tracks diverge, at 'Accountable' junction,
By Choices we make for 'Life or Strife,'
Life Choices made, Base root, or Unction,
Eternal reward, of Joy, or Torment, Rife.
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All Sin be Dead
By Arley Steinhour 030414

Beep, Beep, Beep,
Went my, unset, Alarm Clock,
Rousting this 'God's Sheep,'
In a total state of shock.

I'd only said my Bed-time Prayer,
Snuggled deeply into toasty bed,
Turned on my 'all night' CD player,
And, New Testament filled my head.

I cannot say my sleep was kind,
My fight with a 'Critter,' interrupted,
Bound to dine, a blood vein find,
A 'Dash' they use, and blood's corrupted.

Alas, I challenged God, in the night,
For not Rebuking, the Critter, so sly,
After, I had lost the bitter fight,
And in abandoned anger, cry.

'Why, when I prayed, as You say do,
A Critter's permitted, to do unto me,
Pollution of blood, a blemish to you,
Not Rebuking its win, setting me free!'

Then, like a rock I slept, sound, until Eight,
'Unset' Alarm snatched me, from sleep's sway,
Just as John 5:8 thru 11, Jesus' words state:
'Take up your bed, and walk ...' on this day,

If a creature won't show face, nor speak to ear,
But, telepathically conveys great Saving Need,
To draw on your energy, till 'Rescue is near,'
Heed not their thoughts, may be Satan's Seed.

I may be gone, for a day or three,
As I see the 'Shrink,' Thursday morning,
They might need to watch, observable me,
Before Locking away, or Setting me free.

I take up my bed and, with Joy, walk away,
From the reasons Jesus said, I need 'shed,'
To have all the pleasures of work and play,
Through the Time, I know, All Sin be Dead.

AMEN

After the Rapture, no longer, 'Torn in twain,'
God Makes Gentile, and Jew, the same,
Through Faith, and Law, may one gain,
Salvation, to be Safe from Hell's Flame.
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World Without Doors
By Arley Steinhour 030514

We call out to you, up in the sky,
Praying, it's the time, that you'll fly by,
To Snatch away your waiting Bride,
Forever, to be at your Royal Side?

Near, Two Thousand years ago,
You said, Keep Watch, here below,
When Mansion Homes be complete,
You'll Remove from Blazing Sun Heat.

Eternally we shall live Fancy Free,
Christians all, 'In You,' we be,
Sad my heart, at what I must say,
There are so many, who 'Fall Away.'

Corruption by Satan, steals the heart,
And People can't see Your Golden part,
Only by Faith, in The Son, can we win,
They who reject you, will be Satan's Twin.

Rebirth, through you Lord, gives Life, anew.
But the Choice, to do so, brings only a few.
Millennium, then, Kingdom Ruled by You,
Like Sand of the Sea, to Satan, stays True.

Blessed are they, who choose to be Yours,
Walking streets of Gold, in a world without doors,
No more there be, Thief, or Liar, but in flame,
From what they did and said, to Eternal Shame.

AMEN

New Jerusalem has Twelve of Gates,
Beauty to eye, Giant Pearls, Bible states,
I can presume, only there for Show,
'They be never closed,' don't you know.
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Letter From Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 030714

"Here I stand, please, come to me,
With wave of hand, I'll set you free,
I wave my hand, to fill my Crop,
And then, with sorrow, I must Stop.

You'll bang on door, and call to me,
'We Love you so, please, set us free,'
I must reply, 'You're not my Crop,
The Gift of Grace came to a Stop.

I leave this Earth, for Seven Years,
So Satan's 'Time,' can see your Tears,
Receive my aid, by Works, and Grave,
From Lake of Flame, you'll never Wave.

Father says, I've no longer, 'Years,'
Your Fallow Repentance, brings my Tears,
You've had your chance, before the Grave,
To Choose, and yield to, my 'Welcome Wave.'

I, soon, Snatch away, my Eternal Bride,
Who waits expectant, arms open Wide,
Oil in Lamp, Wick Trimmed, Guiding Light,
For me, the Bridegroom, long out of Sight.

Saved, from then on, be Friend of Bride,
Welcome at door, opened not Wide,
Lamp full, wick trimmed, you'll have Light,
To Work Your Welcome, a Pleasing Sight.
Waving My Love, Jesus"
'AMEN'

Jesus has never dimmed His Light,
So, we as His, pass through the Night,
Without the Curse of Adam's Sin,
In Discipleship, the Race, we Win.
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Soon So Soon
By Arley Steinhour 030914

The Bell that we call Liberty,
Is Cracked, and cannot Ring,
Smut and Smog, ruins Eternity
And, National Anthem, cannot sing.

These, 'Under God, One Nation,'
Have broken His every Law,
Church, no more, has Station,
Praying hands, now more like Claw.

The Blessings, placed upon this land,
Now be removed, as we Fall Away,
In Diversity - One, we no longer stand,
With life in 'self,' we'd rather Play.

Soon, so soon, our Liberties leave,
Freedom Rights, will be quite Rare,
To find one, requires Magicians Sleeve,
Real Freedom, no longer can Share.

Could be the time of Tribulation,
Only God, in Fullness Knows,
Like, ageing, and Childish Nation,
We, with ourselves, do come to 'Blows.'

We fight ourselves, and Friends alike,
Isolation eats Fiber of Nation,
Too soon, Death's Axe will Strike,
God has His Bride, and Lost be Constipation.

A Thousand Years, He works things out,
Until the Satan's no longer confined,
The final cleansing with Word or Shout,
Eternal Torment, in Flame Lake, Unrefined.

AMEN

As from 'Super Cell,' Destruction Fell
To Destroy the Gift, God won't Sell,
Those who survive, a Story can Tell,
Until, next Disaster fresh from Hell.
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Bless Israel
By Arley Steinhour 031014

Closer, Closer, Great Tribulation,
Not just Israel, but 'every' Nation,
Iran's subterfuge, of Neutral Stance,
Is far more sinister than happenstance.

Hear his words, soak them in,
Bi Bi talks about the Land of Sin,
That Hates Israel, for who knows why,
Bible Prophecy states, many will die.

Don't play the part of Satan's Fool,
With Holy Bible you have the Tool,
To know the Truth. and even the Why,
Death in numbers to make mother's cry.

The Jew will suffer death quite Great,
Blindness lifts, They'll know, though Late,
That, after the Horrible Seven Years,
They Rule, and Teach, unto Eternal Fate.

Bless Ye-all, God's Wife, Israel,
Contempt for it, means 'Go to Hell,'
Repent your Sin, to the man Christ, Jesus,
As God, guarantees, He Will Please us.

AMEN

When Bi Bi speaks, we understand,
He speak his Truth, throughout the land,
Prophecy states Israel stands alone,
Little Brother, to Israel, Christians, belong.

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Like a Moth
By Arley Steinhour 031014
(Inspired by Eric Godsouljah's words)

Like a moth, I'm drawn,
To Holy Spirits flame,
Be I king, or pawn,
I bear His Name.

My wings now scorched,
My Dross, long gone,
Satan grip Torched,
I, now, carry on.

Cleansing took so many a day,
Sins removed in Totality,
Sin paid, only one way,
Hung upon a 'Tree.'

In mortal life, I sojourn now,
To praise my God, in ways,
No one showed me how,
Spirit, lights my ways.

Spirit leaves, at proper Time,
I need graduate then, too,
To Leave behind, a crime,
Spirit wouldn't do.

If you're not right with Jesus,
Your future is so bleak,
He cannot please us,
If, a Sinner, Sneak.

Repent your Heart, today,
In God the Holy Son,
In Him, God's way,
Race, you've won.

AMEN

Holy Spirit sets a Flame,
Upon head and heart,
So we get the Fame,
Doing minor part.
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[Keith]

Mar 11, 2014 10:33:04 GMT -6 navyblue said:

Like a Moth

Amen and amen, beautiful, brother Arley.

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Soon the Day
By Arley Steinhour 031114

Soon the Day, in mortal life,
The choice, of who holds sway,
Do we choose to be Jesus' Wife,
Or let Satan decide our Eighth Day.

How does Satan make that choice,
He makes your choice in subtle ways,
Especially, if you don't give voice,
'Repenting,' before End of Mortal Days.

That 'little lie,' your theft of pen,
Murder, Robbery, Adulterate, alike,
Anything belonging to the 'Marshy Fen,'
Eternal Hell, the reward, of 'Satan's strike.'

Turn your heart to Christ, Jesus,
That Travail of heart, to depend,
On Him, at Wedding Table, plus,
A Joyous life, without an End.

AMEN

He hung our Sin upon the Cross,
To be declared as fully Paid,
Not Repenting, individual Loss,
The Day that Sin is Weighed.
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Future in GOD
By Arley Steinhour 031214

TIMBER, our Cross is falling,
TIMBER, our strength has fell,
Deforestation of our calling,
Falling now to Satan's Hell.

We think that we are Free, at last,
But, little do we really know,
Church of Philadelphia long past,
Laodicea is now the normal show.

Accepting all, with a buck or two,
To place in the donation plate,
No matter how they live, or do,
As long as their tithing is called 'Great.'

Bible calls things Abominations,
Now we accept those lifestyles,
So long as there's enough donations,
That Minister, and Board, wear smiles.

'See, how well, We run the Church,'
They crow at every Service,
No more, 'Repent or be Left in Lurch,'
We've decided our God must Serve Us.

This warning of condemnation,
I pass to you, that read or hear,
Our Future in God, 'Regurgitation,'
Lest we awaken, and let Bible steer.

AMEN

Jesus calls us to be Fishers of Men,
Not Indulgence Barkers for Vice of Sin,
Philadelphia time, is now, 'Remember when,'
Laodicea in force, a 'Race,' many won't win.
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Will You Repent
By Arley Steinhour 031314

God lets us take the 'Primrose' path,
The one that leads to doom,
Why not the worn path to wrath,
Because, there isn't room.

Many, now stand in the 'Speed line,'
Renamed for Church, as 'Priority,'
That think it's lifestyle be fine,
To the vast, thinking 'Saved,' Majority.

Eyes and ears tickled, more and more,
Bible, placed back on the shelf,
Salvation from Satan, thrown out the door,
By doing it our way, 'all by myself.'

Dust off the Bible, go read Church's Fate,
On Laodicea, from Rev. Three, Fourteen,
Note the last of Seven Churches upon God's Plate,
Look around at who's thinking they be God's Queen.

Rev. Three, Fourteen jumped into my heart,
Three times fourteen sum, Forty-Two,
Six times Seven sums that, and Tribulation part,
Satan butts heads with Jesus, and is through.

The time is gone, to detour God's Tribulation,
But, there is a way, 'not to suffer, Great,'
Being a part of Christ's 'Bride/Christian Nation,'
We Graduate Home, in 'Blink of eye, State.'

AMEN

Ask the Preacher, who teaches the 'Book,'
If you can 'lie' your way into Heaven,
Then, at your lifestyle, take a Hard Look;
Will you Repent, and be cleaned of 'Sin Leaven?'
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Royal Fate
By Arley Steinhour 031414

Is there an Angel by your side,
All day, in mortal walk,
A Messenger, arms open wide,
To protect from Satan's stalk??

You can call on Jesus, to Save the day,
Should life get out of hand,
A hazard pushing Death your way,
As you Sojourn in Mortal land.

Remember that it's God at Best,
To Save, or help play your part,
Should event not be a 'Test,'
God may 'step-in' at the start.

The toughest thing that's Pondered,
Is having 'Strength to play the part,'
To call back one who's wandered,
Or time, to strengthen the heart.

We suffer often in Mortality,
From illness, or physical harm,
To strengthen, Faith for Eternity,
And prepare for Eternal Charm.

When we graduate, to Eternal home,
Jesus, may greet us at the Gate,
Placing Charm on neck, with Joy say, 'Come,
Dine with Me, Your Royal Fate.'

AMEN

At the Wedding Feast, be many a chair,
Upon arrival, select the most distant,
With smile, He'll say, 'No, not there,
You'll dine closer to Me,' insistent.
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GODs WORD
By Arley Steinhour 031514

How much time, does anyone,
Get the Truth, from our God's Word,
Thinking it be loads and lodes of Fun,
For Pondering, what's read, or heard?

Evening reading, slows the day's frustrations,
In the morning, try, perhaps, 'Radio,'
You may find numerous Radio Stations,
If not, the Web's the place to go.

We need keep head and heart in tune,
To make needs in life more clear,
Morning, Night, especially Noon,
Searching His Words, so Dear.

The 'time' we once call wasted,
Takes on new Shekinah light,
Life 'steak,' be God's, well basted,
Washing away, even Daytime Fright.

Expanding on what you learn of God,
Promotes a learning-depth, much deeper,
Emerse in God, and not suffer the Rod,
And for Satan, the Chasm gets steeper.

I didn't say this, at the beginning,
You may need awaken a tad early,
For Prayer time, focused on winning,
New Life, in 'Day-time's Hurly-Burly.'

AMEN
PS
When sitting, stuck in traffic-jam,
Do you sit and blow your horn,
Or be in tune, with the Great 'I AM,'
Jesus the Christ, as a 'Reborn?'
or PPs
When viewing this, out of traffic must pull,
The 'Narrow Path' better with God at the wheel,
The 'Broad Road' to Hell, is ever so full,
From Satan, your Soul, you'll steal.
AMEN
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Welcomed Home
By Arley Steinhour 031614

At last, another, Christian, Joy filled, day,
After Sabbath, Sunday, week-day 'One,'
Contract completed, you needed pay,
With Your Resurrection, Redemption Won.

The Season is now upon us,
We celebrate with Great Joy,
You paid the price, with Bonus,
Jew's Salvation, plus the 'Goy.'

'Goy, Those Souls of another Nation,'
The First Redeemed, Israel, found no Joy,
All though, holding 'Apple of Eye,' Station,
Causes, Wrath of Blindness, You employ.

Soon the veil, on all eyes, will lift,
Your Truth, will fill every mind,
Even then, in some, the heart won't shift,
To accept the Salvation, they never find.

Those who do accept Your Call,
And pray you bestow Redemption,
Before Your Church is gone, etal,
And you start forming new 'Single Nation.'

If all who read this heartfelt plea,
To You, would bend their Spirit knee,
In Christ Jesus' name, they'd be Free,
Welcomed Home, as you will for me.

AMEN

Soon we stand, a crowd without number,
All Souls granted God's Salvation,
Eternal the Joy, that never will slumber,
God's child, Son's Spouse, One Nation.
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GODs WIFE
By Arley Steinhour 031714

How many Reborn keep you in their life,
Retired to a shelf, when the good life is rife,
But coming to you, in personal strife,
Demanding protection, for your poor Wife?

So many the problem, that comes up in life,
Without guidance, our problems, quickly, be rife,
We moan and we groan, from all the strife,
Too often the blame is on you, from this Wife.

To you, be the Glory, in mortal story of life,
We need have you in us, to use problems rife,
As you are our teacher, of good out of strife,
Taught, and protected, these parts of your Wife.

Morning Prayer, needs start each day of life,
That good and bad, blend well, not be too rife,
Most lessons learned, from experience of strife
Increasing love closeness, in hearts as your Wife.

Short, oh, so short, is our one mortal life,
Preparing for eternity, where Great Joy is rife,
Joy at provision, of wonders, no strife,
With family, and friends, All as God's Wife.

AMEN

We be much like 'Ester,'
In God's eyes, as Pure,
With Defeat of the 'Haman,'
Have Eternal JOY, for sure.
(Happy Purim)
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Locking Satan Out
By Arley Steinhour 031814

The day be Dark and Dreary,
Clouds hang darkly in the sky,
The forecast is not Cheery,
Today the sky White color Cry.

The water, sorely needed,
Prayed for, day and night,
God, our prayer has heeded,
Moisture, snow, however slight.

The Weather man is singing,
Forecasting, wind and snow on bloom,
With temperatures, still stinging,
With a hint of winter gloom.

The 'weather-man' in Heaven,
Knows the best day to arrive,
To close the 'Day of Bridal Leaven,'
With those of us, still here, alive.

Clouds will roll, Angel's Shout,
As you call us Home to you;
Those Left Behind will sit, and pout,
And wonder what they should do.

'Repent, of Sin, and beg Salvation,
Through Son of God, Jesus' clout,
Survive to build a Mighty Nation,
Or Martyred, either locks Satan Out.'

AMEN

With Shock and Awe,
They may have a life,
With nothing in their maw,
Seven Years of Death, and Strife.
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As Jubilee Slave
By Arley Steinhour 031914

No chance, it does seem,
With 'Pride in the heart,'
We may claim the dream,
'In Your Eternity, take Part.'

Preachers say, 'Go to Jesus,
Upon face,' (like a snake),
That You'll perfectly please us,
and Satan's hold, break.'

On the Cross, be your Blood,
Great Suffering, and Pain,
Plus Resurrection, the Sod,
Giving Root, for Blessing's you Rain.

As Jubilee Slave owns the choice,
We choose to put ear to the door,
With Repentance, our heartfelt voice,
Nail me to door, I'm yours, ever more.

Some say, 'Life ends, when you die;'
Salvation Ring, in ear, we softly say:
'If you're right, Fright doesn't Apply,
If wrong, only you, Torment, Pay.'

AMEN

We worship you as did Job,
No matter how we're tested,
You cover us with a White Robe,
Justify, and call us Blessed.
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