Praise and Poetry III

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Palm Sunday the Start
By Arley Steinhour 041314

On Day One, of Weekly Seven,
Nissan Ten, as Perfect Lamb, without a Mark
You rode into City, then filled with Leaven,
On colt of a**, with the Sun, just after Dark.

As the Perfect Lamb, you'd soon need to die,
Four days Priest's plot to take your life,
Throughout History, their studies, and failure, now apply,
To create the Church, and Purchase your new Wife.

Hosanna's fill the air, as a gentle wave you share,
Their Fronds, and Clothing, cast upon the street,
Hail to the King, they cried, as no one was aware,
In four days, Crucified, Redemption paid, complete.

Satan thought that he had won, tricking you to Death,
Accusing Jesus to be a False God, if you could Die,
Three Days, Three Nights, without taking Breath,
But You did it to Redeem, plus Bride Price, both, apply.

To find our God, we must now go through you,
Only Son, Begotten, with a Perfect mortal Life,
Accepting Sin, and Bride Price, to Satan, is Paid True,
We have perfect Joy, and Life, without Strife.

Three Thousand Years, until all be completed,
With Two Thousand, called 'Day's of the Church,'
Final Thousand, Kingdom, with Satan Defeated,
Perfectly fulfilling God's Perfect Search.

Then, New City, fourteen hundred mile Square,
Descends to accept last of Kingdom's man,
God's perfect ground, to travel in, and share,
As we see all made, by your Word and Hand.

New Jerusalem, with streets of Gold, so sound,
By You, Powered and Lighted, with Eternal Fare,
'Day Eight,' Praises Ring, and no Nights be found,
Who knows, there may be others, in Your care.

AMEN

There's a City in the Sky,
That will trick the Mortal eye,
How could something that big fly,
And, throughout Eternity, Never Die.
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Tetrad Moon One
By Arley Steinhour 041514

Blood Moon rose, above yonder hill,
Do we swallow our gum, or take a pill?
The 'Tetrad' has a two year span,
To see if God uses it, in His Plan.

Discussions flow, almost world-wide,
In twisted forms, faithful to one's attitude,
When Holy-days are involved be it 'Pride,'
Or Biblical Truth, of God's similitude.

The 'Tetrad' word on most tongues alive,
Is it True, or False, or perhaps Endive,
Tetrads be found on frequency of occasion,
But, very few Historically, had Jewish dimension.

If you, like me, couldn't stay awake,
You missed an harbinger, of Biblical Rhyme,
To make the whole earth take note, and shake,
An Earthly event to Israel's 'Fearing Time.'

Refusing to 'watch' God's Prophetic Stay,
May give to you, Great Surprise,
Those who know the script, sway, and pray,
Not in 'closet,' but before everyone's eyes.

AMEN

Experiencing some of God's Precious Events,
Be it first-hand, film, canvas, or word,
Provide connection to His Godly Statements,
Food for Praise in His 'Spoken Prophetic Word.'

( my thanks to Mike Mezeul II's Photographic eye and skill)
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[we gotta be close, with Triple Sevens, again//as//]

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Gods Holy Nation
By Arley Steinhour 041814

I came to the Lord, a soul, quite lost,
With nowhere else to go,
I'd found religion, has different cost,
With qualification, good things to know.

Most all, fit into a single 'egg-box,'
Different sizes, much else the same,
Vying for gain, in 'talks, and walks,'
With their own very unique name.

The rule that truly bothered my heart,
Was, we're not 'reborn,' until 'Pure,'
Multiple lives, till 'Works Purified, Apart,'
From masses, who are not yet 'Sure.'

When all was done, there were only three,
That, on the surface, seemed somewhat the same,
From my words, think 'Three doors there be,'
And give them all, what you'd call, a name.

Think, 'Satisfaction of 'pleasing' the God-head,
Full description, would take far too long,
'Not Worshiping' the One True God, you're dead,
To that rule, all Three belong.

Two, say Faith's mostly 'Thou-shalt-not's, needed,'
With some 'Thou-Shalt,' in the Marrow,
One, the opposite, Thou-shalt-not's, few seeded,
Thou-shalt 'Die-Killing' for God, overcomes Farrow.

One, by Birth, Thought, Word, Rehearsal, and Deed,
One, 'Reborn,' Sacrifice in Love, Straight and Narrow.'
One, by Birth, Conversion, raising Poisonous Weed,
On Hate filled walk, to Please, 'Not Straight, and Narrow, '

Of the above, One, One, One, I chose the one in the center,
He that Died on a Cross, for me, all man's Salvation, Free,
Emanuel, He be God, in my Faith, by Grace, then enter,
Holy Spirit, that makes me Redeemed, of God's Holy Nation.

AMEN

Look at that Eclipse, what do I see,
I see Jesus looking down at me,
God started out bright, we made Him dim,
Blood, on Cross, cleaned, New light now from Him.
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(Note the Triple '8' in the photo finder, with Triple '7' in Tetrad Moon One //as//)

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Easter Reflection 042014
By Arley Steinhour

On this Easter morning
The day of Resurrection,
Disciples still were Mourning,
Since then, all has been dissection.

You were kind of busy,
With those who'd leave their grave,
Leaving, with mind somewhat Dizzy,
Were still reciting Psalmic Stave.

You'd gone to the depths of Hell,
To call all your Faithful out,
Gates of Iron, shattered well,
When you strew them all about.

When you 'Arose,' they arose,
Graves had opened when you died,
Bride Price Paid, tweaked Satan's nose,
Forgetting, Corruption can't be applied.

Two Thousand years, have almost passed,
Since you went Home, and sent Holy Ghost,
Man's stain corrupting most of cast,
We've not done well, and your heart feels it most.

As wayward as our Faith has been,
Mission Groups, your Word, have 'lived it,'
You forgive, and take our 'In between,'
Bema Alter burns all, not of Spirit.

In Praise, and Great Reflection,
We'll Worship, You, Sacrifice, and Pain,
Justification flows from One direction,
Son of God, Emanuel, Your True Name.

My Supplication, to your ear, befalling,
Comes from all awakened, Reborn, hearts,
'Snatch your Bride, with Trumpet's Crisper Calling,
As if we've lived Bride's Chaste, and Holy Parts.

AMEN

Three days, and nights, He worked in Hell,
Offering Justification to all who could tell,
He was the One, they'd rehearsed to Receive,
He, who offered, Rebirth, Reprieve.
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Cross Price Paid
By Arley Steinhour 042014

Never more, a Lamb be He,
Except when He wants to be,
Now, Lion, with a Mighty Roar,
Quickly to show the Satan the Door.

Birth and Life in Mortality,
Our God from Heaven came to see,
If all the complaints of His people be,
'Overcoming of Sin, be Impossibility.

He came, He Lived, a Perfect Life,
Knowing He'd need die for His Wife,
He Paid Satan the full 'Bride Price,'
Full Death, on Tree, Life's lowest Slice.

Taking our Sin, to hang on that Tree,
He purified us, His Bride, Set Free,
To Sip of Blood, and Body eat,
We accept the honor to be at His Feet.

No other Religion, on all of the Earth,
Has a God, who'd forgive, unto Second Birth,
We may not act like a 'Chosen Bride,'
Second Place won, First Offered, Decried.

AMEN

Hmmm, think I'll put a title on that, and publish. Thanks Kathie, Kat, and Judy. I just love it when a Praise pops out of the air, spontaneously.

The wrestling took more than arms,
It took the form of deceptive charms,
Satan thought He'd murdered Emanuel,
Full Bride Price Paid, Satan's condemned to Hell.
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Shalom, One and All. If you wish ONLY Poetry, please feel free to not view, but if you wish to trust, at least some of what many of us, historically, tasted, or endured, who knows, you might even develop a love for viewing this one, time, and time again, as have I.
Absorb the mood, the grace, and Artistry that goes into having the skill to create a story, of tears, joy, and memories, with nothing more than sand.
The Joys of Love, and the Pain of Death, are very well presented herein.

www.godvine.com/This-Woman-Does-The-Extraordinary-With-Something-Most-of-Us-Just-Walk-On-Whoa--5142.html

Please, don't just like it, but, share this one to the World, at least to that part you have communications with, and ask them to do the same. Ask a Combat Veteran what this sand is saying, about life and death, in Peace, and War.

[Keith]

Remarkable, such a talent, and a gripping story she tells, thanks Arley.

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I agree, Keith, since after fifty or more viewings, I still need an eye-wipe, and heart pacer. Ergo, I offer:

Prayer and Praise
By Arley Steinhour 042214

Sleeping in totality, keeps one off their feet,
Praying in totality don't need look as if asleep,
Praying often, through the day, has no perfect seat,
To God, an invitation, 'Come and play, please don't weep.'

We're told to follow straight and narrow,
Straight flights, 'Hit, or Miss the Mark,'
If we miss, we need learn from sorrow,
Prayer hits God's bulls-eye, even after Dark.

Praying-time is Worship, and Praise,
With Supplication on the side,
He knows our need, and eyebrows Raise,
'Fix it help,' means He has lied.

We Praise Him in the Good times,
We need praise Him, in the Bad,
When heart, like bell, Chimes,
When with Him, we can't be Sad.

Sickness, had no calling,
There were no times of Pain,
Life pleasures were befalling,
Until man chose the 'Path of Gain.'

Gain is much like sleeping,
Both start with Loss, as 'dead,'
To enjoy the Sunrise peeping,
And to put bad things to 'Bed.'

This mortal life we're leading,
Makes each build in unique way's,
By our winning, or conceding,
To Fill Eternity with Special Stays.
AMEN

There is no age too early,
There is no age too late,
Passing through gates, so Pearly,
In a Perfect, Prayerful, State.
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Discipleship
By Arley Steinhour 042414

To wake up seeing morning dew,
I can't but seem to think of you,
As your blood flowed from the Cross,
I ponder the meaning of man's Gain, and Loss.

You were born in special misery,
Son of God, and man, both be,
The Sacrificial Lamb of God,
To take to Cross, our every Rod.

'Pure as mountain driven snow,' God-demanded,
Redemption paid, and Satan then does know,
You paid with life, Bride Price Satan commanded,
For those who eat of body, with sip of blood/wine flow.

Partaking, seals our hearts to you,
With promise, Forever, to you be True,
You've written down, what we receive,
As a Bride, when, 'In You,' we believe.

Discipleship, then, a way of life,
Of Reward for labor, once your Wife,
The Good, we do, 'In your Name,
Earns Treasures, none of Shame.

Our Faith by Promise, to follow your Way,
Have not proven to world, we're Perfectly True,
You live by Contract, never to sway,
While, we who regress, may, at Bema be Blue.

AMEN

'Take up your cross, and follow Me,'
He said, as they nailed Him to the tree,
It is the only way, to be totally FREE,
He saved 'the Best' for last, you'll see.
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Expectant Anticipation
By Arley Steinhour 042514

Father God, I wonder,
When you'll sound the Thunder,
Of Arrival of the Son,
To Snatch the Bride, His only one.

The Bible says, 'A number,
Must turn their Sin, asunder,
Before you give permission,
To complete the Bridegroom mission.

In expectation, the Bride awaits,
Removal from Destroying Fates,
To look our best at the Feast,
Instead of wounded, with active Yeast.

You know the time, that's best,
To remove Bride, from the rest,
We pray, it's coming, very soon,
At Shavuot, perhaps, High Noon?

Ah, if that finally be the day,
And, we're prepared, in every way,
We'd witness to the world at large,
Sharing that it's You, in charge.

Like I said, you know the day,
When too many are at play,
At things, strange to you,
You decide, the wait is through.

Those who read this, might awaken,
Knowing you have been forsaken,
Ask your Mercy, through Repentance,
And be forgiven, Second Death Sentence.
AMEN

Anticipation floats, I know,
In the heart of every soul,
You are coming very soon,
And Grace no more, then, be a 'Boon.'
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Sabbath Praise
By Arley Steinhour 042614

Shabbat, Shalom, dear Father God,
Awake I am, by your loving nod,
I broke my fast with 'French Toast,'
With, French bread, so I could boast.

I boast about my love for you,
And all blessings, I receive, so true,
With Praise song, singing from my lips,
Presenting with voice, 'Ice-burg tips.'

I pray for all, who be in need,
I pray for them, you need feed,
I pray for all, who've had a loss,
Of someone, who never called you 'Boss.'

This day is bright, with your Sun light,
Our hearts are lit, by your Son bright,
Eternal cleansing, your gift of Grace,
For accepting offer, to fill 'Bride' Place.

Eternal, for us, the Bride, and more,
Absolved from seeing, Death's Second-door,
For those who wait, the loss of Grace,
The Bride complete, has won the 'Race.'

AMEN

The 'Sea of Life' is rough, at times,
Be it frozen, or Jungle climes,
The voyage offers Choices, wide,
To chose Second Door, or become God's Bride.
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Psalm 114 Paraphrased
By Arley Steinhour 042814

Psa 114:1 When Israel went out of Egypt,
the house of Jacob from
a people of strange language;

[Ten Plagues, the price as Exit money,
House of Jacob then may depart,
For the land of milk and honey,
Four Hundred Years, it took to start.]

Psa 114:2 Judah was his sanctuary,
and Israel his dominion.

[First Born's Tribe, Judah, eldest clan,
Of the Twelve, God's Ruling Tribe,
(All to follow Moses, as God's Head Man,)
Of Israel, proclaimed, God's Domain.]

Psa 114:3 The sea saw it, and fled:
Jordan was driven back.

[God's breath, made Red sea step aside,
To allow Israel, from Egypt, expiation,
Forty years later, the Jordan complied,
With Feet dry, finished homeland, immigration.]

Psa 114:4 The mountains skipped like rams,
and the little hills like lambs.

[Joy ran rampant through the land,
Mountains skipped about like fattened Rams,
But, not as lightly as the hills of sand,
As they shook and danced like lambs.]

Psa 114:5 What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou
fleddest? thou Jordan, that
thou wast driven back?

[What prompted you, great sea, called Red,
That you should flee the breath of God,
And, you, oh Jordan with great river bed,
Driven back by Arc, with stones God's finger had trod?]

Psa 114:6 Ye mountains, that ye skipped like
rams; and ye little hills, like lambs?
Psa 114:7 Tremble, thou earth, at the
presence of the Lord, at the
presence of the God of Jacob;

[Mountainous Governments, smaller too,
You skipped about while God was watching,
Now, Tremble before His Return to you,
To set aside, 'Dry Ground, for Israel's fetching.]

Psa 114:8 Which turned the rock into a standing
water, the flint into a fountain of waters.

[Behold the God of Israel, and World,
Turning 'rock into 'living' lake, for son and daughter,
Fed by flowing water from Temple flint, unfurled
Harbinger of You, our Fountain of Living Water.]

AMEN

When God returns, the world's made clean,
Filthy Pollution, swept full aside,
For drink of cool water, there's no machine,
Just 'Dipper' it up, and open mouth wide.
'BYOD'
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Tomorrows High Noon
By Arley Steinhour 042914

Yesterday, there did die the dollar bill,
Mark on hand, to buy and sell, now in place,
Credit cards, no longer Credit-swill,
Now, working hard, is that which wins the race.

They, with a card balance, have it worse,
The first quarter of their income pays that curse,
Only then do they have 'cash and carry' purse,
Cash for everything, except a home, or a hearse.

The benefits, to most, has great appeal,
As the welfare folks, that can, find a job,
Budget rounds out, no longer a square wheel,
Without cash, or value, there's no one left to rob.

Honest folk come for miles to partake of its favor,
And be honored with cash and carry, buy and sell,
Giving allegiance oath, to a man, the Worldly Savior,
'Just a guy,' with ability, Social Problems quell.

Little do they know, they've sold their soul,
To the Satan, and his hatred for God, and Son,
Except for 'New Born Christian, most go on his dole,
Most-Christians, hunted down, and cruelly martyred;
'The Race is WON.'

AMEN

People with this job need hating hearts,
Plus, have a big promotion in their pay,
More pressure here than beating hinder-parts,
Doing a clean job, in such a permanent way.
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Tour of Heaven
By Arley Steinhour 050114

Lately, there's been discourse,
Of what Heaven is all about,
Does Jesus ride a 'Rainbow' horse,
And must He always just do with shout.

Come with me, on a short trip,
Explained as best I'm able,
From dreams, and Spirit's Wisdom, sip,
And place this food for thought on table.

Most of my life, I've known, for sure,
That grass can massage, giggle, and sing,
Flowers sing Praise to God, in voice demure,
Exactly how you like, for heart to take wing.

The pavement on the pathway,
Is of smooth, rounded, Yellow stone,
Soft, yet firm, so feet feel Gay,
As if, in Heaven, all is tuned to you, alone.

Should you wish a drink of water, or wine,
Have no worry about a plain, or fancy, cup,
Dip your hand, in the stream, cool and fine,
Any choice, as at a Wedding, delicious sup.

Sipping cool refreshment, much like a kiss,
Self shaping, much like Jello,
And should you feel need for hot-tub bliss,
Stream's Cool, to Hot, vibration strong to mellow.

Work is always on minds, of astute thinkers,
'Is there assigned work, to be done,'
Yes, there is, but more the work of 'Tinkers,'
Enthralled with doing, not prizes to be won.

'Why not talk about it,' many of us ask,
'We hear so much of Hell's fire, and all,
When, Heaven's wonders, we joyfully task,'
God takes no advantage, when bid, don't have a call.

So, ponder that which I try to convey,
In Mortal words, too clumsy, to express,
Something, no Earthly Bard can well essay,
We'll feel, see, hear and do, much more, not less.

You can read about Hell, in the Bible book,
A horrible place, to which we all can relate,
Designed, only, for Angels, their 'Purpose forsook,'
Repent Sin, Ask Him In, time to clean, Heart's 'Faith-Plate.'

Different flowers, different Praise,
The Harmony, would make Roof Raise,
After Thirty five years, can't find the ways,
To describe the Peace, except as 'Tear Stays.'

AMEN

He Loves us deeply, me and you,
Though, we don't qualify to tie His shoe,
Redemption price paid, Eternal, Pure and True,
Accepting Holy Offer, makes us 'Bride,' anew. [Hosea 1-3]
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Golden Path
By Arley Steinhour 050214

Although redundant, I'm not sorry,
To Praise each Morning's Glory,
When my mortal eyes defend,
Your creation, on which I depend.

I hear the birds, deep in my heart,
In that part of morning, song has part,
To know that you will welcome me,
With song and dance, all Heaven to see.

The Sun, that rises, for the eye,
Brings dazzling crispness to the sky,
For miles I see creation by you,
For this unworthy from Hell-bent Zoo.

You saved my life, eternally,
Your path is straight, but narrow be,
Beyond the edge of the golden path,
Lie deceptions that provoke your wrath.

With song in heart, and eye clarity,
I re-avow my troth to thee,
Reborn, and part of Bride, I be,
In the blood/wine, you shed for me.

Please bless my food, to healthy need,
My every thought, through word, and deed,
That my morality has your blessing,
Of reaching hearts, that need caressing.

They can depend on Salvation through you,
Snatched out of Sin-life, and ever be True,
Repentance of Sin, and sip of your 'Blood/wine,'
Baptized by Spirit, following, 'Disciple's Path-Sign.'
AMEN

Straight, the Narrow Pathway,
Sin blossoms to edge of the way,
Deception, in Valley of Shadow of Death,
Odor more enticing, with every breath.
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SHAME on US
By Arley Steinhour 050314
[Inspired by comments about Satanic statue in OK]
I look at the comments,
On 'All religions allowed,'
God sees our one, full of Christments,
As a mob, not Discipling Crowd.

The 'crowd' I address,
Has God's Truth on its side,
Closed eyelids depress,
Exasperation can't hide.

'How dare those in charge,
Let False Religions abide,
Anywhere called 'At large,'
As Christianity, they hide?'

We the People's, 'Eighty percent,'
Have crawled into the same 'closet,'
That false religions Decades spent,
With us having God's Truths, non-deposit.

Now, We the People,
Must rise, and Repent,
And reraise the 'Steeple,'
Wherever Church bells went.

Religious Equality for any and all,
Have the same rights, one from another,
True, or False, wherever they fall,
We have the Truth, so, Share it Brother.

'Believing' is what each person must do,
Spreading His Love, to all that we meet,
That especially the haters, who see Him in you,
May Repent, and join us all at His feet.

To find the blame in this mess,
We've but to look in the mirror,
Through Repentance, God might rebless,
And Save, from Tribulation's Great Horror.
AMEN

We must live our Redeemed lives,
In the footsteps of God's Son,
With, Living Sacrificial drives,
As if we're God's Only One.
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Jew and Gentile
By Arley Steinhour 050414

From the sound of 'On-line News,'
Concerning Pope's dream/vision,
Unsaved folks should have the Blue's,
As Jew and Gentile lose Division.

The subject, as I understand,
Half good, half bad, as he espy,
Pope has this year to heal the land,
And Premiere Putin's about to die.

With body close to graduation,
I had closed the book on me.
Holy Spirit's, words, changed the situation,
With, ‘Praising God, the World needs see.’

So, I, now, compose a Praise-poem,
To touch hearts, still mortal, alive,
Twenty, Fourteen has survival problem,
Until Hebrew year, Five, double Seven, Five.

Soon, Pope, in Israel, to meet,
With leaders of East and West,
Perhaps generating 'Prophetic meat,'
'Seven Years, of War, at Rest.'

You know, I'm only guessing,
At achievements, yet to be passed,
End of War, Great Prophetic Blessing,
If, agreement has chance to last.

So, watch the news, get right with God,
His only Son, the Way, the One,
Who takes you Home, and spares the Rod,
Washed in Cleansing Blood, of God the Son.
AMEN

The Glorious Return of Jesus,
For His Church/Bride of Eternity,
Takes us Home, to Joy that Pleases,
Beyond any Joy this world can See.

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Turn to Jesus Lyrics

Shalom, One and All
With the Pope, supposedly, stating he had a dream/vision, that he would/should have the churches back under one leadership by the end of 2014, coupled with a prophecy that Premiere Putin was going to die (presumably soon), and the cake 'frosted' with the announcement that the Catholic Cardinals (supposedly/unable to verify ATT) the Catholic Church will stop seeking Jesus' Return, if he hasn't done so by the end of this year, what is left of this year should be, in all accounts, especially Prophetic, and Verrrrrryy Interesting, if we are here, but I doubt that will be a problem, since we'll probably be out of this nest of Insanity, prior to much of it. This has been called a lie, that I guess I fell for, and ask your forgiveness for my blunder. I still stand on my Poem.

Does anyone know how difficult it is to,
'Blather,' looking up to the sky,
So nothing is missed by mortal eye,
While getting ever so ready to fly,
When we kiss this 'loony tune life' Goodbye??

This melody popped into my head, as I typed this, above, so I attempted to put in singing form, but you will need to learn the notes, to 'Bye Bye Blackbird,' an old one I always liked singing/hearing:

Turn to Jesus
Lyrics by Arley Steinhour 050414
To the tune of 'Bye Bye Blackbird'

Pack up all your cares, and woe,
So that you, can let them go,
Turn to Jesus
Before the time we graduate, don't be late,
Seal your Fate,
Turn to Jesus.

Sad, so many stay behind, aand, suuuufer,
But they must, because they were soo uuunsure,

They can't say they never knew,
Faith fits all like a custom shoe,
Turn to Jesus
Robe, so White, it stays brand-new,
Perfect fitting through and through,
Turn to Jesus

Crown of Gold, custom made for, caaaasting,
To God's feet, who sits before you, Bleeessing.


Pack up all your cares and woe,
Ready to go, from Here Below,
Turn to Jesus
God wants to see you on your knees,
Praising Him for all your needs,
All through Jesus

Have no fear if Satan wants to buuug you
Just remember Jesus wants to huuug you

Turn to Jesus, or, Bye Bye.
Turn to Jesus, or, Goodbye.
I said, Turn to Jesus, or,,, Goodbye.

AMEN

There won't be time for an offering plate,
When Jesus comes for Bride, you'll know your fate,
Unless you turn your heart to Him,
You become as snack for Satan's whim.
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PS
Original "Bye Bye Blackbird"

Pack up all my cares and woes,
Here I go, singing low,
Bye, bye, blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugar is sweet, so is she,
Bye, bye, blackbird.

No one here can love and understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me.

Make my bed and light the light,
I'll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, bye, bye.

Pack up all my cares and woes,
Here i go, singing low,
Bye, bye, blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugar is sweet, so is she,
Bye, bye, bye, bye, blackbird.

I said, no one here can love and understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me.

So, make my bed and light the light,
I'll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, bye, bye.
Make my bed and light the light,
I'll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird,
I said blackbird,
I said blackbird,
Oh, blackbird, bye, bye.

[Keith]

May 4, 2014 17:39:17 GMT -6 navyblue said:

With the Pope, supposedly, stating he had a dream/vision...

I'd like to have that news article, Arley if you can find it!

[navyblue]

I'll go see if it is still there. I presume you want the one where the Pope had a dream, or do you want the article about the Cardinals shutting down the 'watch' for Jesus?? I'll try to find both.