Praise and Poetry III

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Upon the Scene
By Arley Steinhour 032014

Upon the scene, There's one who comes,
Saint Malachi states, a Pope, the last we'll see,
A man of strength, Pope dines on crumbs,
Leading a life more simple than bird in a tree.

'Pope Francis,' now, his brand new name,
Tries to bring 'One-God' Religions together,
So we worship as brothers, almost the same,
As One Church Tribulation Trials we weather.

With 'Heart of Gold,' and his simple way,
He wins the hearts of most weary souls,
Seven years, for all, their parts learn to play,
Eternal harmony, be their Faithful Goals.

Half-way through, be great disruption,
Civil leader sliced, to death, by blade,
His body, somehow, defies corruption,
Days, Three point five, he does parade.

Resurrected* from the jaws of Death,
Much as Jesus' Seal to Historic Fame,
In God's Holy Temple, utters his Breath,
Fulfilling Prophecy, by claiming God's Name.

Year, Three point Five, starts Great Tribulation,
With 'Abominations,' making World Desolate,
No longer, a smooth running, Global Nation.
Death Row, becomes most people's Station.

After second half of the Seven, consummation,
Living Jew, and Christian, but a Remnant left,
Man, called 'Beast,' brings Armies of every Nation,
Turns to War on God, so Remnant will be Bereft. (Dan 9:27)

Lucifer, the Satan, indwelling body of Beast,
Feels the time prime, to move God aside,
To take God's Crown, and Throne, at least,
Presenting Self, as his looks, so none can deride.

Two Hundred Million, to Megiddo, none idle,
Constitute the count, of Armies from 'East,'
God speaks, all die, blood flows, up to Bridle,
West and East more than enough as Vultures Feast.

AMEN

Jesus had these words to say:
'I beheld Satan, as lightening,'
(as Bright flash, no other way),
'Fall from heaven,' (very frightening). Luke 10:18
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Normal Decisions
By Arley Steinhour 032214

We live inside a bubble,
In this time that we call Life,
That can cause us Trouble,
And, on occasion, even Strife.

The bubble has three parts,
'Coming, Now, and Done,'
Two, can cause pain, off the charts,
And one appears lots of fun.

Starting with the bubble, 'Done',
Things to remember good or bad,
Holds memories of Trophies Won,
And memories that makes one Sad.

There is nothing you can do with 'Done,'
But accept that memory as a tool,
To help you say, in life, I've won,
To change 'Coming,' no more a Fool.

Before 'Coming,' let's look at 'Now,'
The bubble of life we live within,
Consists of pulling and pushing the plow,
Pulling is 'Done,' for Wisdom or Sin.

The 'Coming,' is more like pushing,
and is formed by 'Done, and Now,'
That 'Coming, isn't changed by wishing,
But, is changed by learning how.

How can a person change the 'Coming,'
Unless there's something to Ponder,
From the 'Done,' 'Now' decides the Forming,
Of the Coming, for when it's Now's Wonder.

To understand the best of this,
What to do, and what to think,
Put God in charge, enjoy His Bliss,
So our Normal Decisions don't Stink.

AMEN

Life can be much like a skunk,
What's 'Done,' won't change the 'Coming,'
Unless 'Now,' In God, learns to debunk,
Satan's control, in what we have 'Coming.'
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Forever Sin Free
By Arley Steinhour 032314

When I was born, so long ago,
While I was young, I had to know,
Was there something up beyond,
This place of life, my mortal pond.

Through my youth, I'd swim about,
Always watching for 'Devil Scout,'
Hanging on a fine thin, line,
With food at end, so I could dine.

A nibble from fare, I'd too often take,
Fare, so sharp, mouth tasted my Rake,
A time or two, I could feel great pain,
Fighting hard, escaped, to swim again.

That which I breathed, and could also Swim,
Brought solid clouds, that floated dim,
Splash, Splash, and down came food,
I ate one once and it tasted so good.

Food was followed by a woven cloud,
Wrapped around friends, crying so loud,
I stayed in shadow, not play 'Come Up' Game,
Although the caught called me, by name.

This side, that side, holy cloud was cast,
And my deep hunger, said 'play, at last,'
Abandoning old ways, gave over my swim,
And was tagged forever, as belonging to Him.

I'm passing, now, into an old-age life,
No longer worried, I'm part of His Wife,
Individual net, or for 'All,' Promised HE,
We Graduate Home, Forever Sin Free.

AMEN

Through our life we struggle,
To make choices, wrong or right,
There's One, we all can snuggle,
Chose the 'Light,' not the 'Blight.'
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Cart Filled
By Arley Steinhour 032414

Lift off sheets at morning door,
Placing feet upon the floor,
Feeling stiff, and somewhat soar,
To start the day, can be a chore.

Weekend gone, Work day start,
Want to run, but don't have heart,
Pray a while, to clear life cart,
New page in life, Faithfully chart.

Routine of morning, one, two, three,
Start Day-Timer, not hungrily,
New horizons seem easy to see,
When you have a loving Family.

Fill the day with eyes open wide,
From Tribulations, do not hide,
When requested, truth confide,
So cart won't fill with straw, inside.

The day will come when we report,
If 'Reborn,' go to 'Not Guilty' Court,
Cart Filled, with straw-dross, plus gold, to sort,
Bema Flame rewards Crown, be it tall or short.

Eternal Praise Service, unto the Throne,
Filled with Joy, and Safety, and never alone,
Above the clouds, over which you have flown,
Family, or neighbors, call, without phone.

Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN

In the days, of yon and yore,
Winter feed was hay and straw,
Cattle always wanted more,
Until God saved us from their Law.

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Life Priority
By Arley Steinhour 032514

Life on earth should be a prayer,
On God's desire, we must share,
His Love for us, beyond compare,
A Joyous life, making people stare.

So many wonder, 'what can be wrong,
This idiot's life is a constant song,
To what they have, I want to belong,
Belief in a Life, that is ever so long.'

Someone asked, just the other day,
"Would you like a life that's total play?
Digging a ditch, you'll joyously stay,
Won't you join me at Church, Sunday?"

You feel, 'That's terribly wrong for me,
Barely time to dress, before first Tee,
Eighteen holes, with best friends, three,'
Nod head, but Church not Life Priority.

This life that Satan has piled on your head,
Makes many folk feel they need go to bed,
The Church folk, often, make you see Red,
To miss out on the things, you love, you've said.

We, too, have desires, and deep love of life,
The difference between us, is Jesus' Wife,
God came to earth, to pay Sin-price, rife,
A gift He gives Bride, Eternity Without Strife.

AMEN

Give your heart to Jesus, He paid Satan's Price,
To Redeem us from Sin, and pay the 'Bride Price,'
Refusing Jesus, lets you pay 'Torment Price,'
With Jesus, it's Heaven, and Nothing has Price.
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With a Word
By Arley Steinhour 032514

Son of God, Parents knew from Birth,
He'd feel the Rod, to Redeem the Earth,
You may refuse to claim Gift of Rebirth,
Souls lost by Jesus, Satan sings with great mirth.

Satan, and minion, hide deep in dark Places,
Where Reborn won't go, except to the Races,
Betting, and moaning, hand covers Faces,
Knowing he's messing with all of God's Graces.

They, not Reborn, won't give Sin a thought,
Even through, Son of God, Redemption is bought,
They seek out the Sin, finding where shouldn't naught,
Some Countries, and Churches, Sin-life be fraught.

We of Redemption, Disciples need be,
Jesus went to Cross, to make us Sin-free,
Price to us, Gift by Grace, for you and me.
If He hadn't paid, we'd be hung from a Tree.

Two thousand years, it's taken the Church,
To act more like Jesus, not leave him in Lurch,
Now, Wrath of God, soon saws off our Perch,
All the dead branches of which He does Search.

God pruned the Tree, when the Jew, turned away,
Grafted wild olive-gentile, to give Jealousy Sway,
For One Thousand years, they learn a new stay,
After Great-Tribulation, God does it His WAY;
With 'A WORD'

AMEN

The Olive Tree lives oh so long,
About it many have written song,
Second-most important, to God belong,
When olives on Tree become Holy 'Throng.'
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Tree of Life
By Arley Steinhour 032614

The light is fading from the eyes,
But, this don't come as big surprise,
Looking back on time that flies,
It catches up, in some disguise.

Family, each a separate tree,
That's growing oh so tall and free,
We ponder, how it reflects on 'me,'
Yet, they must determine what you see.

Guidance of the old and gray,
Will be remembered another day,
When the 'old one' has been 'put away,'
Soon to rise again, Resurrected way.

It seems the writing is on the wall,
Corporate, or separate, we'll hear Him call,
To stand at Bema, Rewards to fall,
Be it pocket sized, or Wall to Wall.

Toss the coin which comes first,
For Jesus' coming, we all thirst,
The unbelieving has it the worst,
Where Flame and Torment, Eternal, Burst.

AMEN

The love and order of a Family,
Reflects upon the parent tree,
Be it grow in row, or wild and free,
Our seed is what the world will see.
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Two Ways to Heaven
By Arley Steinhour 032714

Bless us, Jesus, one and all,
Who Repent, before the fall,
Bride-price paid, you recall,
May none see Torment written on wall.

In danger, or just feeling blue,
So many people call on you,
They want a fix, only you do,
When you do, then they are through.

Accept Troth, they Marry, then Divorce,
Set out to pasture, like with an Horse,
To keep you handy, should they need Force,
Without changing their lifestyle, of course.

When Time of Grace comes to an end,
You'll be busy, Snatching a Friend,
Whose undying love, you could always depend,
Divorce' will cry out for you to defend.

Divorce', be taken, in the order you know,,
With the 'coin,' you gave, but refused to grow,
When most others worked to make growth show,
Bride taken Home, Divorce' stokes Fire-Lake Glow.

AMEN

At least, in Heaven, Divorce' be,
Stoking 'Lake,' but they be Free,
Eternal Torment, forever see,
Crying, 'If only I'd served, with Glee.'
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Exit Days of Gentile
By Arley Steinhour 032814

When Israel left, the tyranny of Egypt,
They took with them, Joseph's Crypt
But, in a way, took Egypt along,
Took Forty years to be an unsung song.

Tribe of Judah, taking the Exit Lead,
All followed on, as complaining seed,
Rather have food, and Egypt's Slavery,
Over, Trust in God, hungry, but Free.

At the Red sea, water parted to cross,
Jordan River driven back, again no loss,
Forty years, crossings be one from the other,
Many years needed, for God, Egypt to smother.

Mountains Skipped like rams, and like lambs, little hills,
The tribes of Israel, be in their Land, to singing bird trills,
Trembled, the earth, in presence of Jacob's God, and Lord,
Who can turn a rock into water, as if squeezing a gourd. Psalm 114

Normally, a saga story, has an happy end,
But all existence since, they've needed defend,
Right to be free, in their country, of Gentile world,
But, soon on All, must, God's Wrath be unfurled.

AMEN

Psalm One-Fourteen describe this place,
Where Moses, and Israel won Egypt Race,
Egypt's Army lost in this Brace
Three Thousand years without Trace.
(No Longer Lost)
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JOY or LOSS Choice
By Arley Steinhour 032914

I may upset you with this reminder,
that our time is shorter than short,
Eternal Joy, or Torment Binder,
Will cease to be your choice of Court.

Today, we have a Blessed Choice,
Between, Jesus Joy, or Satan Goad,
Jesus leads to Heaven, with Joy in Voice,
Or follow Satan, to Eternal Flame, and Load.

Discipleship in Jesus, Reward one earns is Great,
His Bema Alter, burns away, the chaff and straw,
Salvation is the starting point, so, don't be late,
Description of Hell, should be against God's Law.

Why, oh why, can so few see,
It's written on the Wall,
Carved into the Eternal tree,
'Prepare for Bridegroom to call.'

God's pre-payment of Bride-price, at Cross,
Sealed by a 'sip' from Cup, of 'Blood-wine,'
Our Troth, Removes Sin, Straw, and Dross,
When He Snatches to Wedding, to Dine.

Some took the Troth, then went back to Sin,
Those who have, think wrongly, God won't care,
When God makes a contract, all are bonded in,
Salvation is locked, but Rewards?, little there.

No Reward in Heaven, is still better than Hell,
Not in the Lake of Flame, but stoking it hot,
Perhaps they'll receive time-off for a spell,
For good they did, vacations to a cooler spot.
AMEN

Intersection signs say much,
Especially on Church corners,
Directions to go, and such,
Bride of Christ, or Eternal mourners.
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Start of Eternal Life

By Arley Steinhour 033014

(Inspired by Sherry's Love of Daughter)

There's only one way to be a 'me,'
In most cases, Loving Intimacy,
Starting when Man couples with Wife,
And World will see, that God gives life.

Nine months, we're fed, and snugly warm,
God's time needed, to completely form,
Little to do, but grow more like 'we'll be,'
Not noticing size, till she evicts the 'me.'

With tube sliced away, that fed the body,
Now,. can't return, must seek mortal toddy,
Breathing air now, be lifted to Breast,
Wrapped up within a dry and warm nest.

Day, after day, the head spins around,
In this new world, with much to be found,
Mom and Dad make noise, with Cooing is best,
Or 'joy in heart singing,' when suckling Breast.

Some did experience a thing called, 'Day Eight,'
Signifying, we guess, gives them a different Fate,
New sons of Gentile pee from cover skin,
Those who are different, from that within.

For a year, we wiggle, and crawl, sometimes cry,
With time off for feeding, or catching the eye,
Year two is for crying, and new words to know,
From parents, most important is the word, 'no.'

Growing, and learning, God's ways of amounting,
Into the person beyond age of 'Accounting,'
Beyond that time, on God we must shore,
Until, we're called Home, for Reward, ever-more.

Mortal, the life, like our time in the womb,
The Birthed-life we lead decorates our Tomb,
At 'graduation,' we might be scared to death,
Only to find real Joy, as God gives us new Breath.

AMEN

Mortality we have, oft too soon completed,
We 'graduate' Home, somewhat defeated,
Until we see Jesus, and Reward be meted,
Eternal our Joy, beyond that Entreated.
Archive & picture at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/57673/

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If you could see me Now
By Arley Steinhour 040114

We're often asked, 'What's the big deal,
Jesus died on the Cross, to make us feel,
Free of Sin, so God can give,
Forgiveness, plus forever, with Him, 'live?'

'Oh - yes, and what about, as well,
There being, Torment, and Comfort, in Hell,
Where those who suffered life most,
won't go to Judgment looking as Toast?'

Patiently we answer, with love upon tongue,
'Yes,' there was, 'Times,' ago, as Jesus hadn't yet sung,
When He spent, three days in Hell, Comforted Climbed,
Taking Paradise, to Father, as Angel Bells Chimed.'

Since then, we know the story, of God's Grace,
We go Home at graduation and win life's Race,
Hanging on Cross, by His Grace, Sin, no trace,
Soon, Bema, where Church/Bride fills the space.

Should you refuse to hear what Jesus did say,
You will experience an Eternal, Torment Day,
Though His path is narrow, flowers line the way,
Bride Price Paid, with sip of blood, Seal His Sway.

AMEN

With pages worn, and eyesight dim,
There's still daytime spent with Him,
When I graduate, don't know how,
Sing please, 'If you could see me now.'

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Selah AMEN
By Arley Steinhour 040214

Whenever David wrote a Psalm,
God tuned in, to hear him pray,
Words flowed as breeze through Palm,
Lilts lifting souls, in many a way.

Often sung, to lift the soul,
From dark places in one's life,
above the top of any mountains goal,
To have a moment free from strife.

Without the physicality,
In his Psalm, we fly on high,
Past point of all neutrality,
Soaring, high up in the Sky.

When 'Selah' tells one to stop,
And ponder Psalmist Truth,
One knows they have a massive crop,
As Wisdoms comfort, to understood forsooth.

Should you not read God's Bible,
But, Trust words of another's command,
You could end up under God's Table,
Eating crumbs, from a Redeemed man's hand.

Turn your heart to Jesus, the Son,
His words will speak to your heart,
Showing His path to everyone,
Be His Bride, right from the start.

Selah AMEN

Date Palm produces Food-Dates,
Frond, Cast on Path, to Celebrate,
Arrival of Messiah, even to Berate,
Repent, change ways, before too Late.

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I invite you, take time to see,
A Praise song sung, good as can be,
If you don't love it, something's wrong,
You've passed by, a 'Sharing' Song:

www.godvine.com/Sisters-Breathe-New-Life-into-an-Old-Hymn-Just-WOW-Seriously-the-Harmonies-are-WOW--5028.html?utm_source=GodVine%20Daily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=04/03/2014

All of the videos on this site sight are worthy of viewing, IMO:

[Keith]

Awesome!

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Knocking at the Door
By Arley Steinhour 040814

Who's that knocking at the door,
Rapture Angel, nothing more,
Ordered to remove our face,
From living in the Human Race.

It seems our number has come up,
Like the Draft, he'll fill our cup,
Take us under protective wing,
To teach us how to scrub, or sing.

Off to Judgment we soon go,
As Christian Bride, all then know,
We're the last of God's Grace-Forgiven,
If bread, be 'Matzoth,' with no Levin.

We'll go before the One True Judge,
But first, White Robes, without a smudge,
The filth of Sin, hangs on His Cross,
We're Bride of Jesus, Satan's loss.

Spouse of God, with Bride Price Paid,
Death, on Cross, and in Ground Laid,
Satan's price paid, tripped him up,
Resurrection drained his owner-ship cup.

To just say 'Yes,' and Jesus' Blood, take sip,
Eat of 'Pure Bread,' creates, Spousal-chip,
The 'Choice' is ours, each One, or All,
To miss the End of the Gentile Call.

AMEN

Once we hear the Trumpet call,
Disciple Reward is written on wall,
If you took one Talent, of Wedding Vow,
Without earnings added, be cast-away, now.
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[Note entry number; Three 7's beats three 6's any day]

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Up Up and AWAY
By Arley Steinhour 040914

Up, Up, and Away, our bodies will fly,
As Bride of Jesus, who'll never-more Die,
That's those of us left, under His Grace,
We, accepting Grace Offer, who 'Win the Race.'

Some folk would tell us, 'You are Too Late,
Jesus don't want you, Hell is your Fate,'
Bride Price was paid, for Any, and All,
Accepting of Jesus, Wins Race, and Stands Tall.

It won't be long for those 'Left Behind,'
To seek their way, sadly, as if a Man-Blind,
Salvation's, still there, new rules quite Stern,
Like, searching for 'crumb trail,' they will yearn.

One Thousand and Seven, the years they must live,
To receive the Rewards, that in Grace He did give,
By Faith, and Works, some won't see 'Second Death,'
And be Welcomed to Heaven, blessed with Eternal Breath.

This plea is short, because of Time Left,
Don't miss this Boat, and be forever bereft,
So near the time, before Grace shuts its doors,
And, 'Free Salvation' option, no longer be yours.

AMEN


Gateway to Heaven, or Safety of Banks,
Salvation over Leaven, or Reward of Thanks,
Jesus, will tell you, when you kneel at His feet,
And He whispers 'Yes,' Now you're Complete.
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Knell Bells Ring
By Arley Steinhour 041014

Prayer, is much like Alarm Clock,
Life, before Knell Bells Ring,
As 'life' is placed on Alter-Dock,
Our Mortality will Cry, or Sing.

Mortal life, is then complete,
As a 'Rule,' there's no return,
Some Joyously, go where all is Sweet,
Others will go to where they Burn.

This life, we have in mortality,
Is to give us a time to build,
Rewards that's ours, for Eternity,
So our every Joy be filled.

You do not share, our season, nor why,
Each life, like bells, sound different 'Rings,'
In blink of eye, we, soon, fill the sky,
we'll fly, as if we had Angel Wings.

It takes but a minute, to be His Wife,
As you Repent your Sin to The Son,
As Holy Spirit changes your lustful life,
But, Immediately, New Life, by Grace, is Won.

AMEN

Now we imagine, in our heart,
The Joyous time the Snatching be,
Somehow, we know, we'll play our part,
Leaving behind our Sin, and Mortality.
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R S V P Letter
By Arley Steinhour 041114

I went to the mailbox, what did I see,
A whole stack of envelopes waiting for me,
Some were Political, some had things 'free,'
One kind of stood out, saying R S V P.

I double checked, it was addressed to me,
My suspicious thought was, 'Ain't nothing Free,'
Upper Left corner stated, 'Jesus Loves Thee.'
'No way is it as simple as R S V P.'

'This new approach, might offend, even, me,'
So, into Trash-can it went, not even to see,
With these challenging words, 'think I'll stay free,'
But, a Golden rash on hand formed, R S V P.

Oh, I knew the story, 'He died on a Tree,
To pay my Sin Price, in Love, and for Free,
If I Repented, Reborn Sinless, I'd be,'
With a place at Feast Table, by my R S V P.

Down to my knees, love flowing from me,
I gave back to Jesus, what He'd given me, Free,
I in Him, and He in me, as the world can see,
Quick, and Painless, through my R S V P.

AMEN

His Mail gets delivered, for you to be Free,
Don't matter if Public, it's hung on the Tree,
Let His Perfection, Pay the Sin-Cost that be,
Or, You can write first, with your R S V P.
(Snail Mail, can be Slow, you know??)

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Not One be Dead
By Arley Steinhour 041214
(a What - If)
Waking up, in early morning,
When something shook the bed,
I felt I should be mourning,
As disaster, filled my head.

The feeling quite disturbing,
As if many lives were lost,
Sleepless nights are quite perturbing,
When one doesn't know the cost.

A moment on the P C,
Would sooth my ruffled verve,
Turned on light, but couldn't see,
Power outage, from those who serve.

A few checks more, I then knew,
Even the Cell-phone didn't work,
Lit a candle, only had a few,
'Powered lifestyle,' now had a Cork.

With Sun-up, came tales, confusing,
From what I heard, many, couldn't be found,
Disappeared, from bed while snoozing,
Plus, no young child's foot touched the ground.

A Minister, came down the street, wailing,
'They're Raptured, Not one be dead,'
He'd always had a major failing,
No one knew what filled his head.

With that, we started year One of Seven,
We of New Faith, have been keeping count,
At the end of year Seven, and Armageddon,
Jesus Rules the World, from Temple Mount.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and,
AMEN

Three days, and all be complete,
For mankind to worship at His feet,
Of our Savior, King, souls replete,
Jesus Rules, from Judgment Seat.
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