Praise and Poetry III

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Thy Will be Done
By Arley Steinhour 060214

Dear Lord, Jesus, on this day,
Still in mortal body, I'm writing,
The day has gone the byway,
This time, with little fighting.

'We, the Christians of this world,
Feel there's something great at play,
We study, and discuss your Word,
But, no one can find the 'Day.'

You said, 'we'll not know the 'Hour,' to be,
Nor, perhaps, even know the 'Day,'
But as you said, from 'Matthew, Sixteen, Three,'
We can know the 'Times,' that's holding Sway.

On the Eighth day before Pentecost,
A day no Preacher seems to know,
Jesus ascended up, to be lost,
In the clouds, we're sure to go.

My expectation was heightened,
That this 'Unknown Day' be the One,
No way, should a Christian be frightened,
As Your Betrothed, 'Thy Will be Done....'

AMEN

Looks of building of the 'Meek,'
With every soul flown away,
A scene that makes Satan 'Shriek,'
Filled with 'Tribulation Saints, next day.
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Repent Right Now Today
By Arley Steinhour 060314

Your People, of today, don't pray,
Not even conversations with You Lord,
We've forgotten You're our only 'Stay,'
We're no better than a dry, old, board.

The Time, is coming, before that day,
When, 'Limbs, in bloom, be Snatched away,
The dried, and dead boards, then must pay,
To have a chance to live where Church/Brides stay.

Some folks are tired of hearing me say,
'Repent, repent, right now, today,'
The time is close; You come our way,
To 'Snatch' Your Christian Bride, Away!

Everyone, soon, will be found,
'Standing on Your Solid Ground,'
Or, on way to Fire pile, that will astound,
Each made a choice, 'Condemned,' or, 'Bride of Son,' .

When we leave, 'dead-wood' curses the day,
They refused to partake of the 'Wine, and Bread,'
That in stubbornness, pushing You away,
Being Convinced, by Lucifer, 'to do it 'their Way?'

Repent, Repent, Right Now, TODAY,
There's no other choice to make,
Between ETERNAL, Torment, or Play,
'God/Jesus?' YES, no other path to take.'

AMEN

The sun is setting, on LIFE through Grace,
then, Judgment by 'God of the Human Race,'
We win, or loose, with no 'Third Place,'
Heaven or Hell, neither have other's Face.'
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Shavuot Choice
By Arley Steinhour 060424

'Feast of Weeks,' Three days away,
The Feast of fulfilling the Bride,
Events of Wedding, in Latter Day,
May make Shavuot want to hide.

A little problem meets the eye,
With what some think should be,
The Feasts belong to God on High,
He Paid the 'Price,' for Family.

Tradition has, for many a year,
Used June, to 'Take a Bride,'
Bridegroom calls out, 'I am Here,
To Snatch and Consummate, as we Hide.'

In these days of Gentile End,
With diversified ways of life,
There still be those who do depend,
On God's rules for being a Wife.

He gave to man a 'yes, or no' choice,
Accept, by sip of 'wine' and eat a 'wafer,'
Thus, Repenting Sin, in heart, not voice,
Or not sipping, Refusing Salvation's Offer.

AMEN

When Corn and Tare are Harvest Ripe,
Look close, they're not the same,
Tare becomes the 'Harvest Tripe,'
Corn proudly has Hallowed Name.
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Back to Eternal
By Arley Steinhour 060514

There comes a day, somewhere in time,
Time, goes away, to be, again, Endless Day,
Like Day Eternal, before God made 'Slime,'
And Creating 'Adam,' but done in God's Way.

God speaks a word, and much is done,
From Clay and spit, formed His Adam/Son,
But, from Adam's rib, an Helpmeet won,
That, Eternally be the Two as One.

Adam tended God's Garden, Religiously,
His Helpmeet, Eve, was Garden Elite,
Until she ate of the fruit, so 'eyes could see,'
Lied to by Satan, man's corruption complete.

Until that One Law, God gave to Man,
Couldn't be kept, 'by Eating this one fruit,'
Curses invoked, on Serpent, Woman, and 'Land,'
Until, 'After Adam,' Five Thousand, God did impute.

One Plus Five, Six Thousand Years have passed,
Since Eviction, from Garden, and 'Time' starting,
For the Seventh Millennium, Jesus Rules, at last,
Then, Final Judgment, with Sin/Satan, departing.

All Souls will been Judged, thus, 'No Sin to fight,'
Then, Time will be changed back to 'Eternal,'
Lost Souls, condemned; Saved, Live in God's Light,
As He designed all things, 'Godly, Supernal.'

AMEN

Mansions come, both large and small,
Awarded by Faith-works done,
All, in Heaven, stand up tall,
Knowing, the Race, they've Won.
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Gain or Loss
By Arley Steinhour 060614

Have you ever seen a train fly,
Or, 'God' die on a Cross?
Train would crash, and souls would die,
What's the difference, 'Gain or Loss.'

Gain, goes to that man, with the Name,
'Son of God, Emanuel,'
Who paid with 'death,' for a 'Spouse, of Ill-Fame,'
'All Sinners, bound for Hell.'

He came to 'Redeem and Wed' us,
By Purchasing a Sinful Bride,
When we choose, each, without fuss,
To accept His offer, nothing more to Hide.

Repentance, and a sip of wine,
With bread, on side, 'Wins Race,'
Holy Spirit puts up, "No Vacancy' sign,
Elder brothers and sisters bring us up to Pace.

Satan, still stays busy, with his lying tongue,
To 'mark' the 'Un-Saved,' fully to his way,
God says 'No,' to Mark of Beast, in Heaven, don't belong,
And, sends them straight to Flaming Lake, to stay.

The choice is ours, by 'Faith' we crash or fly,
When Satan's lies fool the eye, so many Sinners die,
By Faith, read God's Word, to Truly know the why,
Angels, soon, will lift us, Raptured, beyond the sky.

AMEN

Some to Gain, Some to Loss,
Teaching us that God is Boss,
Salvation isn't a 'Coin Toss,'
Salvation comes, only, through the Cross.
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Gods Pentecost
By Arley Steinhour 060814

Dear Lord God,
Today, I anxiously await the feel,
Of lifting to you, Head to Heel,
To know that Snatching is truly real,
With Blessing, by Grace, Eternal, the Seal.

This day of 'Counting,' blessed, by You,
The signal, Grain Harvest should be through,
The Starting of Faith Year, by leaving Egypt's Zoo,
Receiving the 'Ten;' (soon, Days of Gentile, too).

Events, in place, Asteroid passes by,
The World, at war, all can espy,
Peace and Security, is the cry,
May the Trap snap shut onto Satan's Lie.

The times are right,
With Hatred, Blight,
Your peoples, losing the Fight,
Without Salvation, by Your 'Might.'

I pray that every soul might take,
A moment of time, by 'Life-Change,' Make,
Before You come calling, for Your 'Bride,'
As Your Gift of 'Grace, may not be Certified.

AMEN

Isaiah Six-One, Verses one thru three,
Jesus started, but didn't complete,
In the unspoken words, Satan suffers defeat,
And, Eternal Cleansing, of 'His,' Sin-Free, Replete.
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Almost Never Heard
By Arley Steinhour 061014

Father God,
Why do we have 'Watchmen on the Wall,'
When 'Yours' don't want to hear the call,
Never Witnessing, to 'One, 'let alone All,'
Saying, 'We're so ready, don't need call, at all.'

Prophetic logic of your word, almost never heard,
Has a ring, of 'selfish,' in your Churchy Herd,
Most, have never even read your Word,
And speak loudest with, 'Word need be Differed.'

You address the 'Seven' types of 'Church,'
Of things, 'Make Right, or be 'Left in Lurch,'
Only two, full or mostly, pleases your Search,
With Laodicea, sitting on 'Man Made Perch.'

Your, 'Soon Coming,' most all expect,
Not that some Christian souls, You may 'Reject,'
They may fail to see, Sins they do, circumspect,
Or Repent, so that, on their Appeal, You'll Reflect.'

To the people, that are, Salvation, rejecting,
By never knowing Jesus, or re-expecting,
A time will come, when you'll be reflecting,
Your Torment earned, in the Bible's Projecting.

AMEN

Look under the arm on the Right,
A lost soul, on its way into 'Night,'
On the Left, a sword, if fit be too tight,
To Eternal Torment, God's Tear, Satan's Spite.
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Eighth Day Fulfillment
By Arley Steinhour 061214

I Pray to God/Jesus, my only God,
Who gave Your Mortal Life for me,
No more, I need to bear the Rod,
Reborn, Sin Gone, has set me Free.

You now look down, from Your Throne,
There's a crowd, but You see only Me,
We Commune our feelings, as if alone,
You've set me Free, for Eternity,

I start to offer a Praise poem, to You,
And, see you give me a warm, soft, smile,
You knew the end, before I was through,
Or, before I was born, that's quite a while.

When You directed, this mortal fool,
To 'Poetically Praise Your Fame,'
I said, 'Please Grace me as Your tool,
With Spirit Help, I will Honor Your Name.'

You Bless my Poems, Praise, and Diatribe,
To receive More Blessing at Bema Judgment,
Perhaps, I might be Your Poetic Scribe,
Through 'Time no more,' Eighth-Day-Fulfillment.

AMEN

I rhyme words, to paint pictorially,
Some paint and say thousands more,
Akiane paints her Faith, tinctorially,
Seeing God in all things, shore to shore.
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Seething Pot
By Arley Steinhour 061314

The World is now a Seething Pot,
With Mayhem, Hate, and War,
Much like in the 'Days of Lot,
Good is Bad, with Bad 'the Star.'

We see the Wars, and 'Rumors Of,'
Prophecy, knocking at the door,
It's Time to Watch the sky above,
Jesus comes for Church, and more.

We know that 'Church,' is the 'Reborn,'
Where, in the heart, Holy Spirit Dwells,
Until the day we hear God's Horn,
And, 'Come Up,' Ear's Ring like Bells

Only thing, we need do, for Salvation,
'Accept, Jesus Died, to pay for man's Sin,'
The only Perfect person, since Creation,
Who's Blood Sacrifice cleanses Sin, within.

Of all the souls, on Planet Earth,
Only 'Reborn,' In Him, can Win,
Raptured, from Tribulation's Dearth,
Famine, Pestilence, and Unforgivable Sin.

AMEN

To See, Hear, or Speak no Wrong,
Some think is worthy of Heaven,
Thoughts like that, a Funeral Song,
Any Wrong done, is Sinful Leaven.
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[Keith]

Love that one, Arley!

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Refusing to Hear
By Arley Steinhour 061414

What a bright and sunny day,
That meets a sleep blurred eye,
In your crisp and Glorious way,
One should never need to cry.

We travel all around this land,
In diversity, of care and share,
Until, you take us by the hand,
To prove to us, You care.

You've warned us of the Time, at hand,
That, we need surly learn, and know,
The End of control, by Gentile band,
Like river into Sea, does fully flow.

You Prophesied, there'd be many,
Refusing to hear, know, or care,
Even Now, what I see, is uncanny,
And, makes me want to pull my hair,

But for the souls, in Asia land,
Where they turn to you, by the drove,
Revival is blooming, like shifting sand,
Unto Martyrdom, they stand by their Trove.

Please make us mighty, and strong enough,
To weather any testing, that need be endured,
Until you come rescue from Satan's Bluff,
Taking we 'Reborn,' to Wedding, as preferred.

AMEN

We herald the Believer, but mostly 'Non-,'
Please Turn your heart to Jesus, soon,
Prophetic events now on 'Autobahn,'
Faster, and faster as if to the moon.
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Day of the Father
By Arley Steinhour 061514
Inspired by Today, and Brother Allan Jackson's word.

To all of you, out there, this day,
May people see it in your sway,
That ‘Fathers Day, means much to you,
And each child of yours, a brand new shoe.

A shoe, of family longevity,
A print on life, for others to see,
They come, or call you, for being the tree,
From which, they, your children, are Happy to be.

Though, every day is Fathers Day,
We’ve picked out one where all can say,
Happy Fathers Day, up and down,
When Grandchildren, also, remove life’s Frown.

Reach out to Jesus, with Thankfulness,
For the family we have, He did Bless,
Not all Sons, and Daughters Pass the Test,
Love them as your 'Children,' not as 'Stray from the Nest.'

AMEN

From the clay pot, shaped by God, the Father,
Providing children, a Dad, from which, shall gather,
God the Father, and Son's Blessing, on the man called dad.
Be the best ‘Dad,’ children could ever have had.
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Think, The 'clay pot,' Dad, is shown outfitted in the Armor of God, the Father. disguised as a Tea-pot. The baby is mortal, though.
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Better Disciple
By Arley Steinhour 061614

Going down the Highway,
Clipping on at Sixty-five,
Driving on, singing, my way,
Tis a great day to be alive.

The misery, and pain, I'm in,
Are Diluted by the joy I feel,
Though body weak, and dizzies spin,
I praise God, for my new wheel deal.

I picked it up this morning,
First lesson, took a while,
They didn't want me Mourning,
If it's use didn't make me smile.

I finally left the Show-room safety,
Heading out the door, to see,
AMEN, the Maker was crafty,
I was able to buzz, like a bee.

So, if you ever have the physical need,
Walk with God, using your 'Walker,' every day.
We'll get around better, to sew His seed,
A better disciple, in every way.

AMEN

Take your pick and Rev them up,
Billy Graham, the big one,
My Discipleship, a Moped, cup,
We all need witness, on God, the Son
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Feast can Begin
By Arley Steinhour 061714

Satan, sure is working hard,
To keep our Witness still,
If he's not in your 'Witness yard,'
Seed-Witness, and you will.

Remember that the more he tries,
to put you down, one way or other,
He's doing it with tripping lies,
Seeds, that only look to be a brother.

The 'Corn' is ever, oh so, ripe,
Harvest yearning, for the sickle,
Compared to 'Corn,' Tare is 'Tripe,'
Preferred only by those truly Fickle.

We, the 'Bride,' of God, await,
The Trumpet blare, and His call,
Announcing that we're no longer 'Bait,'
We go Home, and Satan seals his Fall.

Come aboard this ship of Jesus' Love,
Accept His offer to redeem your Sin,
His shed blood, will cleanse, from above,
And the Wedding Feast, can truly begin.

AMEN

Look around, at wars, and death,
Sounds, and Signs, that fill the skies,
As 'Time of Gentile' runs out of breath,
Spirit Gone, Satan increases his Lies.
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(Chart by Mark Biltz)

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Going Down Drain
By Arley Steinhour 061814

Red Heifer, Red Heifer, Totally Red,
To clean a Temple for God's New Stead,
Cleansed, and Sanctified, unto a Sparkle,
For Tribulation's, soon coming, Debacle.

Travail, of life,' is getting much stronger,
The strengths of Insanity hide, no longer,
The people, now, only, believe the Lies,
Prophetically, Good be Bad, without surprise.

Much like, Redskins can't be Redskins any more,
The Teams name now is locked by Legal Door,
The team must take another Name,
Or Supreme Court might cancel all its Fame.

Perhaps they'll suffer mortal shame,
For recognizing 'Redskins,' in their Name,
A weak example of seeing the writing,
Where Satan is saying, 'Tribulation's Exciting.'

With the world, at large, 'Going down Drain,'
It's almost time for God's Wrath to Rain,
Safety is found, within His Redemption,
Be 'Born Again,' there's no exception.

Maranatha, Lord Jesus,
AMEN


Red Heifer ashes, to Sanctify and Clean,
That, soon new, with a Super Sheen,
God's Temple, on the Temple Mount,
But, only there, for a Seven year count.
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BOTTs Anniversary Sixty Two
By Arley Steinhour 061914

Baruch Atah, Mr. and Mrs. Bott,
In the name of God you've done a lot,
Your work, on earth still isn't done,
Helping, yet others, 'Race be Won.'

Eternity, will be good to you,
At Bema Judgment, when you are through,
With, Eternity, to Revel, and Praise,
We'll all harmonize, and Roof, we'll Raise.

Until the Bridegroom does 'Come Calling,'
We must intensify 'Seed casting,' not Stalling,
You have a history, of Harmony in Life,
Showing it can done, Husband and Wife.

We'll lift our hands, singing to you,
The Wedding Song, and a Hymn or two,
Let the Spirit Bless you, and make you shine,
When all is done, God will say, These two, are MINE.

AMEN

When the newly-Wed's enter 'One' Life,
Full of Blessings, and Joy's, with some Strife,
After Sixty-two years, can say 'We did it Right,'
In Service to God's Son, in His Holy Sight.
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THE FINAL INSPECTION
(Author Unknown) 062014
(For Decades, Well-Said)

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,"
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears...
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
(Author Unknown)

Military praying, often done on the Run,
When only protected by God, and Gun,
To Pay the Toll, that keeps us Free,
Through Acts of Violence, if, that need be.
AMEN
(by Arley)
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Rocket Science
By Arley Steinhour 062414

Frustrating is this life on earth,
When heart cannot be Still,
The end of mirth, soon gives Birth,
To Joy, Eternal, Always Will.

The dearth of Sin, comes at Birth,
With, Troubles, never, standing Still,
Frustrated, we tour as Mortal, on Earth,
And if not Reborn, always will.

Some say, the life to which we're Born,
Birth Starts, Death Ends, no more,
If so, why search for reason to toot Horn,
How would we know there's more at Deaths 'Door.'

Some say, A Being goes on for Eternity,
And 'Made,' all we Think, See, Touch, and Hear,
Keeping track, of each soul's Faith, in Mortality,
Thus, Rejection, or Acceptance, Justly Clear.

Without beating 'Book on book,'
Ask self, 'Which offers more to me,'
'Near Death' experiencer's, granted a 'look,'
Now, keep a Bible on 'Bended knee.'

All, learn this Non-'Rocket Science,' in Death,
With few returning, a stronger, wiser, person,
As, not all are awarded 'Second Life Breath,'
To improve their Faith, from that rare Diversion.

Please, Repent, AMEN

A life in Science, a great, short lived, thing,
But, to Eternity, not a thing worth bringing,
Graduating Home, on Eternal Wing,
Where All be Joyful, especially in, Praise Singing.
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Finish in Sight
By Arley Steinhour 062714

Too long have I been off my feed,
The days of my youth, I live no more,
More like an old Coon, tired, and Treed.
With focus on you Lord, standing on 'shore.'

Still the same, my call, 'Come for your Bride,
Rapture the Church, to Wedding Feast Table,
So, cloaked in White, we sit at Your Side,
Eternal, where Uncalled, have nowhere to hide.'

Ironic, the clues, and events, we should see,
Yet, the day and hour, no man can know,
Your clues all in place, for all things to be,
For Your Prophecies, to End, the 'Gentile' Show.

Your thoughts, far deeper than mortal mind,
You know the 'End,' bits and pieces, we find,
When I miss the 'Mark,' there you be, so Kind,
Rooting me on, knowing, I missed something Unsigned.

So, with new expectation, though health takes a dive,
If You want me here, with Logic, out of my sight,
Guide me and teach me, to search, and to strive,
To finish the 'Race,' with all of my might.

AMEN

Young, I'd wake up in the morning,
With great energies to use and 'spend,'
Now, spend day's asking, as in mourning,
'Won't this day speed up, and End??'
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