Praise and Poetry

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To God With Love
By Arley Steinhour 061111

I know I’m getting older
And my mind is fading fast
With wrinkles getting bolder
Forgetting memories long past.

Bad memories not wanted
Some fun, some full of pain
Were pulled from their mooring
Never to return again.

A terribly turned event or two
Stayed in my heart unvented
I truly wanted to repent
Removal they resented

The cleansing took time longer
Finding all the wrong I’d done
Time just made me stronger
Cleansing done, life is now more fun.

I came to you a sinner
You took me as I was
I found new life, a winner
Salvation without pause.

Bless you, my dear Savior
In my life, you planted much
Cleaning dead salt from my behavior
For you now, tis I who keep the Watch.

AMEN

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Wedding Feast Anxiety
By Arley Steinhour 061111

Two Thousand years she’s waited
With patience wearing thin
A Doctor of Love would have her sedated
From the condition that she’s in.

You paid the price of marriage
What seems so long ago
Still no horse or carriage
Her heart is sinking low

You promised you’d not tarry
She expected quick results
Tradition says you did marry
Now she suffer strong insults.

Temper is getting somewhat frayed
Bride’s friends are getting fat
Everything is disarrayed,
If we were tires, we’d be flat.

No one know the hour or day
Your Father be the only one
When it comes, He will say
‘It’s Time, get her, on the run.’

There’s a reason that I write today
Tomorrow is Shavuot
Traditional day of Snatching away
On a horse, an a**, even a goat.

Stay clean, get hale and hearty
Tomorrow might hear the phrase
To enjoy The Wedding Party
An Eternity of Loving Praise.

AMEN

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Logicality Makes Three
By Arley Steinhour 061111

Here is some logicality,
Jesus is like a big Oak tree;

Giving shade and food to eat,
Be we on a branch, or at his feet.

Knowing that the tree is there,
Won’t get a person any where.

Once Born Again, by His Grace
We gain a life, to see His face.

He is God, and God is He,
With Holy Spirit, one and three.

To give our heart to the trinity,
We’re Born Again Eternally.

Forever we will Praise our God and King,
He’ll bestow on us, His every thing.

No harsh Sun beating down on us,
No need to wait for the local bus;

Think a thought of were to go,
Blink of eye, we’re there, you know?

The Grass will sing a lullaby,
Flowers join in, that ain’t no lie;

The trees will sway in breeze like magic,
Nothing happens that ere be tragic.

Eternal bliss is for those who surrender,
Once they do He’s the eternal defender.

Don’t miss a chance to belong to Him,
Preferring Hell, is an Unpardonable sin.

AMEN

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Caution Reminder
By Arley Steinhour 061311

Take no action in rebellion
Into Prayer one must Repair
When it’s time for God’s correction
To support you, God need be there.

Those who call us ‘Haters’
Corrupted God right from the start
Though they play the wounded
Death and mayhem rules their heart.

An incidence of hatred
Takes months or years to quell
Wounds fester unabated
Filled with Denizens from Hell.

They can corrupt the heart and mind
In Thought, in Word, in Deed
Till Holy Spirit be hard to find
When there is a Godly need.

Holy Spirit doesn’t rest
His help is always there
Allowing us to achieve our best
Resulting in answers blessed to share.

Only on an occasion of death
May God choose to interfere
Giving one an extra breath
To strengthen and keep us here;

Sliding on our string of life
Of which I’ve spoke before
That makes us, yes, a better Wife
When we enter Eternities Door.

So, send your Praises up to God
For teaching all He lets us know
That we be good, not know the Rod
Once there, from here, below.

AMEN

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Mountain of Travail
By Arley Steinhour 061411

Before us stands a mountain
With crag and valley steep and deep
Waterfall a crashing fountain
Even goats abandon the steep.

Mountain, like Travail of birth
Progress worse with every breath
The transit has no time for mirth
With pain that could harbinger death.

Many turn and run away
They have to taste for this
Preferring price called ‘Easy Pay’
Over struggle for eternal bliss.

Those born again, the price will pay
Oft-times with bruised and bloody knee
Striving for that fate-filled day
When Savior beckons and Him they see.

His simple smile will take away
The scrape, the pain, the sorrow
Eternity from then much better
Without worry of tomorrow.

The joy of finding all there is in store
That the mind could never envision
Is found behind myriad of Heavens doors
Enjoyment like a child, knows no derision.

So, throw out all your cares and woe
Brush Spirit teeth, prepared to go
He’ll come for Bride, with flair and show
To Snatch away those who wait below.

AMEN

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Three to Seven to a Tee
By Arley Steinhour 061411

Seven is a number for this life of mine
It seems to pop up seven almost every time
Three years old, plus days forty-nine
Pearl Harbor day, Japan put it on the line.

Day one was spent in Shock and Awe
With tears and anger close behind
Kids like me, too young to know all
Scattered to where no one could find.

All I knew that fate filled day
Was war was on, where people died
Tears, and anger, what could I say
Like finding out mom and dad had lied.

Life gained a new prospective
Even I could know that much
Peace and harmony much defective
Belts tightened quite a bunch.

The next four years my age did double
When it ended I’d learned a lot
Four years of a world in trouble
From a Hitler and Tow Joe plot.

The Army had a new Air Force
But not too many a fighting plane
What we had would stay the course
Until production made them like rain.

North of town they built a base
To teach the men to fly
Young men all over the place
Came to learn, and die.

Some officers had wife and family
And had not a home for wife
Grandpa started building lively
Cabins in back for a cozy life.

A Railroad man working Twelve/Seven
Then six hours building cabins ugly
August 1942, five shiny bits of cabin-heaven
Counting us, eleven families fitted snuggly.

There were no rental laws to stop us
Or Grandma would have been in jail
Doubled up or more, without a fuss
Harmony presided, humor didn’t fail.

Saturdays were party time
Grandma played accordion and sang
BBQ or Hobo Stew suited all just fine
All dancing, some singing, with a twang.

No one mentioned war up in the sky
That seldom ever entered conversation
Only Love, and words were allowed to fly
We all knew we loved our nation.

Four years flew by, for a kid like me
I’d lived over half my life in war
And when it ended, no flyers to see
Base closed, because war had gone too far.

McCook was like a ghost town
Half the population gone away
No one seemed to show a frown
As the troops came home to stay.

All was done, we’d won both wars
VE and VJ both finally came to be
The weapon used, closed war’s doors
No more, the world was now free.

I won’t address what happened
With the years that followed that
World wars never more to be my friend
Just people killing battles called a cold war spat.

Today the consummation has us all in trouble
As the world makes Tribulation history
Unless God burns things up like stubble
Where only His, can then live free.

AMEN

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Fathers Day Prayer 2011
By Arley Steinhour 061811

Fathers Day, a day of ease
Lounging beneath the tall Oak trees
Dozing to song of birds and bees
Humming along and slapping knees

Enjoying the feel of summer breeze
The flowers abloom causing a sneeze
Squirrel searching for nuts as it please
Makes this man want to fall on my knees.

I offer to God this Fathers Day prayer
Sending it softly to Him in the air
Holy Spirit take it and send it to there
There being Heaven, I know not where

Blessings received, more than my share
Sharing His Love, to all that will care
Worrying not about what I will wear
Knowing God will bless more than is fair.

Enjoy, one and all, this Sabbath Rest
Praising our God, we give it our best
Jesus the Savior, none can contest
Upon the Cross, He Aced my Test.

He is our All, our Pure Sabbath Rest
Guiding and Teaching, to make us our best
Our souls are safe, Satan cannot contest
Jesus will say that we Aced our Test;
Through Him
AMEN

Mount of Olives, in the Frame, When Jesus sets foot upon, it'll have an whole new Name. Faith in Him, takes away our Shame.

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Poetic Artistry
By Arley Steinhour 061811

Like a vase painted on canvas face
Word painting scripted, Poets do
Descriptive words must fill the space
To paint a shine upon a shoe.

The scenery is scripture bound
Alphabetic tried and true
Not a brush-stroke can be found
A picture written word paints for you.

I was looking at some artistry
Painted by brush and stroke
Viewing bits of History
Without a Poetic pencil stroke.

Too bad, I thought, Poets weren’t there
With so little uttered by the crowd
Ear left out from beauty there to share
Something missing, like sky without a cloud.

Consider, ‘Beauty of the painted flower
Shining bright with morning dew
Warming the heart hour by hour
To see what God means to you.’

Or, ‘Soft clean skin of babe new born
Held close to parent’s breast
Love flowing as from Cornucopic horn
Showing life is at it’s best.’

Perhaps a river softly flowing
Dark blue with touch of brown
Or rapids white and angry frothing
Warning dangerous rock abound.

The seeing and the hearing
Together sings well to heart
Enchants life with the pairing
Never more to be apart.

Just like man and Jesus
Being One, once together locked
A One of many pieces
Eternal One, with Satan blocked.

AMEN

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The other day (6-15-11) was, what I called ‘Care for Old Folk’ day, a news article about reporting abuse. This is what I posted as a response:

Old Folk
By Arley Steinhour 061511

Treat Old folk with love
Treat Old folk with care
In a few short years
You too will be there

Look to the Old Folks
Rigored with wrinkle
Longing for Love-rain
So, give them a sprinkle

Care for the old folk
For them be Oak branch
They birthed and raised you
So you'd have a chance.

AMEN

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Father Praise
By Arley Steinhour 061911

It is again that time of year
When son or daughter bend the ear
About the Father with no peer
Not this, or any other year

Before you thank God for your Dad
Remember the times that you were bad
Sneaking off to do what made him sad
At last growing out of that, then Fad

Some might say your Dad was cold
Working hard and just getting old
Never standing up as truly bold
Living like a car, at least twice sold

To you I offer this kind word
About the compliments you’ve not heard
It is hard to see when eyes are blurred
Or sing a praise with voice assured

Though men are tough, and ‘do not cry’
When you see a twinkle in his eye
It’s a tear of joy, that just won’t fly
Know his love and pride can never die

Some feel they have no father
So, on this day why bother
Forget not, our God the Father
To Him, you’re son, and brother.

Praise Him.
AMEN


On Fathers Day, for quite sound reason,
I praise my children for this season,
The memories of those precious years,
easily brings this grown man to tears.
Without my children, I’d miss much mortal love,
To augment being filled with God above.
I am content, in His Shalom.

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Pre-Trib Deductulation
By Arley Steinhour 062211

Why there is No Pre-Trib Rapture
Words in Red, screamed from the page
Like Iodine’s blue tincture
Headline cries with staining rage

‘How dumb are those believers
With head deep in the sand’
Spoken by Last Day word retrievers
Who’s voice spreads across the land

‘Two Thousand years, stupidity
Hear now the newfound Bible Word
Or that ignorance will have eternity
To wish you had the ears, and heard’

‘Where is the promise of his coming’
Second Peter Three, verse four
Scoffers say with words condemning
‘Hear us well, or it’s out the door

Last days event said Peter,
Keep the watch as they will come
With lies that sound much sweeter
Thinking Christians are truly Dumb

Sadly, they be almost right
Laodicean thoughts prevail
To some His Word is dark as night
Those in His Truth need not be pail

Soon the day is coming when
Truth will rule on Earth
Just after Tribulation seven
And Earth obtains New Birth

Holy Spirit will once again
Fill the hearts of mortal men
Separated through Tribulation
So Beast could rule and cause a Din

Spirit filled Pre-Trib believers, too
Will return, Oh Lord, with you
Taken when Holy Spirit flew
Your Born Again, Pre-Trib did too.

So now, just supposing
Pre-Trib is but just a dream
And all of those espousing
Floats to the top as cream

I think I’m still a winner
Even though they prove right
My head’s not in a dither
And I sleep real good at night

I know my Lord is watching
Keeping track of me
And I might just graduate
With those Raptured of even Singly.

Should I be wrong
I’ve been before
I praise Him in song
And seek a later score.

Can’t lose, only Win.
AMEN

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This morning, at 05:56AM I awoke to a sound louder and sharper than a .44 mag being fired next to my head. My eyes popped open, somewhat quickly, to see the interior of my bedroom, lit up like Sheckaina(sp?) Glory Light, a brilliant, white, dazzling light; similar to what some deduce the Rapture of the Church would be like to an unsaved person. Needless to say, I immediately was concerned, and spent some extra normal prayer-time with Jesus. That is the event that prompted what I offer in this praise poem, my rendition of my thoughts and emotions:

Crack of Dawn
By Arley Steinhour 062411

Crack of Lightning at Crack of Dawn
Flash of light in Blink of Eye
Brought me out of bed without a yawn
Out the window is clear blue sky

My normal stretchy wake up
My normal smack of lips
More like spastic hick-up
And launching of big ships

I fluttered over bed somewhere
Wondering if Rapture did start my day
Crashing back in panicked prayer
Left Behind, Un-forgiven Stray

The crispness of the thunder sound
Like a Magnum Forty-Four
Searched my body like Lost and Found
Finding no bloody gore

No way, I’d wake up slow and easy
With panic forcing instant start
Left Behind would make me feel sleazy
I could die, with but a broken heart.

The panicked thoughts abounded strong
How could this be today
Snatching on this day unfounded
Only recourse is to Pray

My heart cried out to supplicate
My hands clasped tight in front
What had I left undone of late
To have Salvation fraught with want

It took a while to settle down
The fear ran clean to the bone
I should have a linen gown
Praising You before the throne



I wasn’t gone but still in bed
Eyes wide open from what I’d dreamed
Upon my pillow was my head
Nightmare over, or so it seemed

The warmness of your love for me
Told me you are always there
Shining from face for world to see
Full of your Love beyond compare.

AMEN

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Received as an e-mail in 2005, placed in Keeper file to sleep, until today, again Alive.

Heavens Grocery Store
By Author Unknown 2005/2011 (modified by Arley)

As I was walking down life's highway
many years ago or more
I came upon a sign that read
Heavens Grocery Store

When I got a little closer
the doors swung open wide
Before I could control myself
I was standing full inside

I saw a host of Angels
They were standing everywhere
One handed me a basket
and said "My child, shop with care"

Everything a human needs
was in that grocery store
What you could not carry
you could come back for more

First I got some Patience
Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding
you need that anywhere you go

I grabbed a box of Wisdom
plus Faith, a bag or two
And Charity of course
I’d need some of that too

I couldn't miss the Holy Ghost
It was all over the place
Loaded Strength and Courage
Then remembered I needed Grace

And then I chose Salvation
Salvation was for free
I tried to get enough of that
to do for you and me

I started to the counter
to pay my grocery bill
I thought I had everything
to do the Masters will

As I went up the aisle
I saw Prayer and put that in
Knowing when I stepped outside
I’d run right into sin

Peace and Joy were plentiful
the last things on the shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near
so I just helped myself

Then I said to the Angel
"How much do I owe"
He smiled and said
"Just take them, everywhere you go"

Again I asked "No, Really,
How much do I owe?"
"My child" he said, "God paid your bill
a long, long, time ago"

Out the door to Glory
Feeling like I be a Boss
Until someone called me
“Don’t forget your Cross”

Funny thing about all that stuff
The load was feather light
I didn’t even need a bag
Fit in my heart just right

AMEN

Nothing but GOD Stuff everywhere, means it's Good Stuff, we must share.

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I am _ You Are
By Arley Steinhour 062911

I am a child
You are the Father
I am a man
You are the God
I am a witness
You are the Judge
I am a follower
You are the Leader
I am a worker
You are the Maker
I am a voice
You are the Word
I am a light glimmer
You are the Light
I am a seed
You are the Harvest
I have a love for all
You are the Love of All
I have a Spirit
You are the Spirit
I have eternity
You are Eternity
I study you
You Know me
I am a twig
You are the Tree
I am a part of You
You are All of us
I have eternal bliss
You are Eternal Bliss
I have a choice
You are That Choice
I am yours
You are Ours
I am flawed
You see me Perfect
…through the SON…
I have Salvation by Grace
You give Salvation, Your Grace

AMEN and AMEN without End

The Poetry of describing God goes beyond mortal words we can construct.
We need rely on Holy Spirit, the meaning, to God conduct.

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Independence Day Blues 2011
By Arley Steinhour 062911

I feel I see what you say you see
The failure of our nation
Only a heart filled with Jesus
Should hold an honored station

The power of the office
Corrupts the light within
Just like acid, eats away
Until life is naught but sin.

Election time does come around
The choosing of another
Off to office, but once within
We’ve lost another brother

Two feet within the Gold-plated door
There must hang a warning sign
Counting down the mortal day’s
Until it’s re-election time

All work that needs accomplishment
Is so quickly set aside for fear
The donation box will dry up
If the right words they don’t hear

When money rings the counter
At the top of donation boxes
Special Interest seems to win
For money speaks wilier than Fox’s

Mom and Dad have lost again
To re-election financial woe
Representative then gets nothing done
Feeling they’re someone on the go

“Serve the People, then Step Aside”
The sign would be better said
Black Ink Country this will be
Or stay away from Elected Bed.

Founding Father’s they did err not saying
what should never need be said
“This Land IS a Christian Nation”
They all knew that Fact in heart and head.

Why Don’t We??
AMEN

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Great Blessing on New Great
By Arley Steinhour 070211

Four days ago
A sweet young girl
With a mortal cry
Declared her independence

Six days before her country
Celebrates it’s Two-Three -Five
Nine full months was needed
To enter her mortal life

Her mothers womb now vacant
Sent all it’s love up to the heart
To add great strength to family bond
Of which the child now is a part

Her father proud and beaming
Has a Daddies Little Girl
To treasure as a diamond
And show off as a Pearl

The home now has a new boss
Who will grow up as if a queen
Learning how to walk and talk
Better than mom and dad have ever seen

Before mom and dad can blink their eyes
She will be bringing home the man she loves
And they will be starting a family
Just like these new parent Turtle Doves.

The cycle of these happenings
Though slow, will zip right by
Bad days slow, so very slow
The good faster than blink of eye.

Enjoy your new arrival
Keep your marriage blazing hot
So when she grows and leaves you
You’ll never think she’s been a snot.

AMEN

I ask my Jesus bless this child, another Great she be, and bless her mom and dad as well, adding to the family tree. AMEN

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happy independence day
by arley steinhour 070311

Where is the celebration
Where is the cracker’s bang
Where is the rockets glaring
Where is the cymbal clang?

This day of Independence
Is a day of silent cheer
Against the law to celebrate
Or make a noise that some might hear

Protection is the by-word
And Special Sales abound
Fireworks is now on Special
But the kind that makes no sound

We need not worry about Rapture
Where Jesus comes up like a thief
The neighborhoods so quiet
Trees fear to drop a leaf

I’d go outside, and whoop it up
Until High Sherriff came
They’d look at me and drive on by
Thinking I’m too old for noisy games

I used to shoot my rifle
The old black powder kind
But gave that up when the smoke stayed on
Evidence that’d get me fined

So now I take my hankie out
And blow my nose a time or two
And hope you heard me mumble
Happy Independence Day to all of you

AMEN

The Stars and Bars in the right place, so God can show His light, enhancing all the blessings to us, be it peace or all out fight. Pray, He doesn't take away our protection, for how we live our lives, folks.

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Hugs of Love
By Arley 061810 (revised 070411)

With Song's of Praise, Prayers of Love
No one needs to push or shove
Blessed through Jesus, from Above
You fit our hearts just like a glove

We send our worship up to you
so you will smile the whole day through
That some day, Jesus comes for us
With Royal Shout, and Trumpet true

The timing is the important part
Perhaps today, or on the morrow
Expectation all aglow
Our wait for him can hold no sorrow

Smiling brightly, eyes aglow
We search the skies for Him
Bright as day, or dark as night
Hearts feel bright with just a Hymn

Spread the word, that Jesus Loves
He wants us one and all
He doesn't want to leave one behind
Yes He loves even those who Fall

So Keep the Watch, as He draws nigh
No matter when it be
behind white cloud, up in the sky
He comes for you and me

AMEN

No one person can offer Freedom. It takes a Nation of Citizens to obtain, relish, and hold on to, with Faith in our God, and Strength in our People. AMEN 18,000 it took for this photo, 'back when...'

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The Morning After
By Arley Steinhour 070511

Another Independence day
Another Free year complete
Celebrating in our own way
Not at a Dictator’s feet

Two hundred thirty five complete
Day one, two thirty six
Clouds hanging low to meet the street
With problems Leadership won’t fix

We have another dozen days
Before our credit is no more
And all those countries on the dole
Will lock us from their shore

I never ever understood
Why we pay an enemy
Or support a brotherhood
That refuses to be Free

Another that we support
Sells us oil at inflated price
Supporting with that money
Jihadist Anti-Christ’s

Thank God for Amendment Two
We can defend Red White and Blue
From they without, within, untrue
Who’d take Freedom from me and you.

Put our God back upon the wall
and doors, plus Statue Liberty
Keep the watch for one and all
Who actually be our enemy

With God the Father in our heart
With Jesus front and back
Holy Spirit shielding left side we’ll start
Getting Freedom back on Track.

AMEN

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High Mileage Praise
By Arley Steinhour 070511

I wake up every morning
At least I have so far
Praising you a heart full
As if I’d slept upon a star

I really must remember
Take recorder off to bed
So I can catch my morning praises
Recorded before vacating head

I stretch and squirm
Praise for quite a while
Little else I want to do
Till my heart puts on a smile

I ask you then for blessing
In thought, in word, and deed
Occasionally confessing
Forgiveness is what I need

A dream I dream
Or thought I thought
Sinful as it might seem
Perhaps damnation fraught

Of course I pray the food I eat
You bless as bounty planned
To serve my body as my meat
I give thanks with up-stretched hand

Oh, I mumble and sometimes grumble
With the aches and pains of age
Needing my wit lest I stumble
Before I start a new Life-page

So many thoughts I need record
To develop into better praise
So bless me like you do my Ford
High mileaged but full of Mile-high Praise.

AMEN

My faith may not be a thing of beauty, with all the dot's and cross' made, but I know that it will make the trip, as Jesus my fare has paid. AMEN