Praise and Poetry

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Perfect Date to Choose
By Arley Steinhour 091011

The date is what I call perfect
and can't let it pass me by,
Nine Ten Eleven, correct
a great day to live or die.

Tomorrow celebrates another day
when many people met the 'Man,'
Suddenly, and horribly,
God welcomed with wave of hand.

Most, I fear, would pass on through
Some, would pass to His Right,
Most will never know, like the few,
His Love and Joy both day and night.

There is a way of living,
filled to the brim with hate,
for any person not conforming
nor accept that Satanic fate.

Messiah came to earth one day
to fill all hearts with Love,
He even took our debt to pay,
As incarnate God from Above.

Two Thousand years have followed,
Many Wars, and Trials of loss,
The choice of who we follow,
Saves some, the rest are Dross.

The Gentile time is almost over,
Salvation through Grace to end,
Once the Gate is tightly shut,
On Works, Salvation does depend.

Please search your heart most closely,
Have you given your all to Him?
If not, you'd better, very quickly
Give your all, and do not skim.

AMEN

I don't wish to push the panic button, only wake you to the truth, Life can be light, or weigh a ton, and insanity kill faster, than pulling a baby tooth. May they all be with the Lord, who died that fate-filled day. AMEN

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I received a poem today, that falls in line with the Class of 56 reunion, to be held in a week, Sept 23, thru 25. I had planned to attempt to pen something, but this one already covered the aging of a class, so well, I just had to use it, with minor modification. Hope you enjoy.


THE REUNION CLASS '56'
Author Unknown
(Some editing by Arley)

Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
'Our reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.'

I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried very hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

Quite an affair, most all the class there,
Held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, we dined, and acted refined,
We all thought the evening went swell.

The men all conversed about who would be first,
To achieve great fortune and fame;
The spouses described life in fine houses,
Lying also, about looking the same.

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had lost most of their hair,
And cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd,
Who'd be guiding spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain;
Having married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed,'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can err now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys,
Who seemed to have aged the least;
Another was given to the grad who had driven,
The farthest to be at the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture,
Of beehives, crew cuts and loud ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.

Twenty-fifth get-together, no one cared whether,
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
Eating hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

The fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our sixtieth comes soon, I am told.
It should be a ball, they've rented the hall,
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made, on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker turned up on high.
The wheelchair is oiled, teeth have been boiled;
I bought a new wig, and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and ready to party,
Gonna dance until dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun, But I hope there is one
Other person, who makes it that night.

Life is a blessing, to still drive a car,
Praise God, we have made it this far.

AMEN

Not long ago, we had a way of really looking cool, Now we're 55 years older, and look more like a fool (the same one who tried to impress the girls, 55 years ago, only now much older). Ha. Happy Reunion Class of 1956, and still popping wheelie's.

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Part of the Story
By Arley Steinhour 092011

There is a God who came to Earth,
to walk among mankind
Came like all, at day of Birth
Prophet Promise here to find.

Two doves, the Dedication Payment,
The family was quite poor,
Wise-men honors, not yet rent,
Name and Blessing soon known and more.

Soon, danger filled the morning,
The King did seek his life,
'Off to Egypt,' Angel's warning,
'I'll call, when there's much less strife.'

The Magi gifts, helped Joseph pay the way,
As they lived safe in Egypt land;
Tools in hand wood-working, receiving daily pay,
Until the Angel called home the Godly band.

Not much is taught about his life,
This Jesus, grew, and learned;
At age of twelve, at Temple, lost,
Did teach the Priests, they learned.

Famous words were uttered there,
on Temple steps, His words did shout
Joseph and Mary queried Him to share,
'His Father's business He'd been about.'

From that magic moment,
Not much more is read;
Cousin John baptizing,
Jesus comes, the living bread.

Temptation faced, defeated,
Satan cringed away in shame,
Jesus formed his Apostolic group,
to implant His Godly Name.

I do not tell you anything,
You didn't already know;
I simply came to praise his name,
Soon, so soon, He Locks Satan far below.

AMEN

(Postscript)
When God was but a child of twelve,
How hard it must have been,
To experience His mortality,
Without giving sway to sin.

Stories say He killed a man,
Shrunk an arm or two;
Extra Biblical writings, they,
Satan's lies to me and you?

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Truth and Consequences
By Arley Steinhour 092111

I watched a video, today,
That left my eyes in tears,
A teaching where God turns away
To focus only on those of ancient years.

The nations of the BC times,
Do play a 'Last Day's' game,
Not one Christian nation rhymes,
With ancient, or modern name.

The teaching is convincing,
Book, Chapter, Verse, read well,
My lips were numb with pinching,
My fists had begun to swell.

What it boils down to
Our Western thought is wrong,
Jew and Christian Faithful
Forced to hear Muslim's hostile song.

Hatred of all Israeli
Christian also, too,
Satan has a payday,
Killing more than a few.

According to the teacher,
It's clear as it can be,
Put away the Western thought,
Think Eastern, and you see;

All the players fall in line,
The old names change to new,
Country after country fits,
Tribulation fits like a shoe.

One thing the teacher does see,
That agrees with Prophecy,
False god looses, our God Wins,
For them, Torment, Eternally.

Two Thousand years of being wrong,
Without Truth obtaining space,
Singing in error, off key song
Puts one in prayer-closet place.

I'll spend much time in your word,
To see where we went wrong,
Right or Wrong, when I find it,
I'll Praise you with Heart-filled song.

I ask you for your guidance, Lord
I need it portion doubled,
To understand and know your heart,
So my heart is no longer troubled.

AMEN

On stage Apocalyptic actors, highlight stage plus South and East,
Proves to be the stomping grounds, of Satanic End-Times 'Beast.'
Western culture don't know how much, our prophets messed it up,
Prepared to dine on unclean plate, and drink from Drunkard's cup.

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Gods One Error
By Arley Steinhour 092211

'We want to be a nation,' the Palestinians say,
Refuse to act as is written down,
A nation one should be, and be to stay,
'We want to ruin Israel, and wear a golden crown.'

'Palestinians demand respect from all,
For them the Rights to Exist,
Israeli stood against a wall,
Their memory won't be missed.'

If Israel, no longer be there,
They'd then own much more land,
Muslim land now, no more to share,
Kill Christians, they now have planed.

Sharia law for One and All,
Especially for the Demmi hoard
Never more can Islam fall,
Peaceful hearts, empty as a gourd.

Women good only as slave, and for sex,
Children taught to explode and die,
There'd still be other Muslim Sects,
To war with, for Jihad Cry.

Western Christian, soon gone to stay,
Maadi ruling all the land,
Hindi, Buddha, also killed away,
None left to till the ground, as planned.

Before long, there is no more war,
No fighting between the clans,
No one left to open a door,
Just empty jars and cans.

As only God can figure,
The Last two alive,
Blindly pull the trigger,
No one does survive.

God looks down, and shakes His head,
He'd made an error, designing man,
If He'd given life to rocks, instead,
He'd have had a 'Rock Solid Plan.'

Too late, it seems, to save mankind,
Hatred ingrained, does rule the day,
Skill to kill be all He finds;
Dejected, God will no longer play.

The nothingness, that once held space,
The orbs that flew around,
No longer have a Godly place,
Where his 'Adam' once did abound.
AMEN

Where God's problems all began, where He made a man and wife, Ever since He did that, the world's been full of strife. He gave us skill to set hate aside, and fill our hearts with Love, Such a plan God has for us, He even joined us on earth from above. (We continue to fail, self and Him).

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Worship and Love
By Arley Steinhour 092311

Dear Father God, we love you,
Love you with all our heart,
No matter what we call you,
We're yours, never more to part.

Your will is being done today,
just as it has always been,
Looking at it any way,
You see us through thick or thin.

We worship you while on our face,
and sometimes on the run,
You know our hearts, as we stand in place,
Be it trauma or ecstatic fun.

Your timing is so critical,
You love thick and pure as cream,
You lift our hearts from as if our Pal
Or Father, with us your family stream.

We flow red hot, to mold well made,
To be what you desire,
Need we climb mountain, or river wade,
We have no calling, any higher.

Please help us all to understand,
Your will is all we need do,
As we travel through this mortal land,
In the sky, or on Ocean blue.

We turn our hearts to you, Oh God,
We lift our Praise to the sky,
Like slave, or horses, all well shod,
We're the Apple of your Eye.

AMEN

and, Jesus said (I paraphrase):
'When you come to me, like one of these,
I'm yours, your mine, on bended knees;
So keep the faith, Salvation through Grace,
Stay True to me, and Win the Race.'

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Slave Free Nation
By Arley Steinhour 092611

Father God,
You gave this land, home of the Free,
to all of us, with no guarantee,

You blessed us all with much success,
to make a mansion, or horrid mess.

It took a while, to break subjugation,
We did, to build a Freedom Nation.

But, what to find amongst our Blessed,
Slavery had encroached our nest;

so, once again, we had a war,
to release ourselves from the Salver Whore;

Two hundred years, or even more,
It took us to lock shut that door.

Another century passed right by,
before they had rights like you and I;

Now that we're equal, I won't lie,
Slaves still slaves, we need hear the cry.

Oh, not at home, where we beat the odds,
To other lands, where slaves are like clods;

Everywhere, if you take a look,
So many, they'd fill more than one large book.

No one notices the world at large,
Just so long as we receive no charge.

Your judgment soon will fall on us,
Like a heavy weight, or perhaps a Bus;

As we neglect our brothers and sisters,
Remove your Grace, so we obtain great blisters.

We need to turn our hearts around,
Returning to your hallowed ground;

Look around, dear folks, you will see,
Homeless people needing you and me.

No matter the color of their skin,
Their destitute, and next of kin.

Dear God, please lead us to do the Right,
So we can help others, give the good fight;

So you will smile once again on us,
and not deliver an unwanted Bus.

AMEN

(Postscript)

Years at sea, that was for me, sometimes where no one could see, deep in the heart of God's great Sea, to wonder how great He might be. Slaves children, as me, constrained in the sea, worked together, for we were all Free. When injured, blood flowed red as can be, no matter the skin, which is very thin, each other as important as I am to me. Hallelujah. AMEN Jesus, my Captain, and my Helmsman...I'm Safe.

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Opportunity Comes and GoesBy Arley Steinhour 092611

A comet got us all upset,
I watched the sky to see,
Expectation wasn't met,
There proved nothing there for me.

Coincidence seemed the answer,
Projecting things in Prophecy,
Fabrications made us unsure,
Proved nothing there to see.

Alignment day, in full swing,
No quake of great magnitude,
Silent Alarms, do not ring,
No tragedy ensued.

Chicken Little back in closet,
At least for day or two,
Alarms all being reset,
Bad Times are still not through.

Sign from God, 'Elenin' did not sate,
There's plenty more things to watch,
UN will vote to make Palestinian State,
To 'regain' a never held national hatch.

They'll strip away much of Israel,
Defenseless is where they'll stand,
Survival chances, truly pail,
Jews 'will' defend their land.

Soon, we have Apocalypse,
Perhaps Psalm Eighty-Three,
Islam uses land and ships,
To keep Israel from being free.

Won't need Chicken Little, then,
Not with World at War called 'Three,'
Fortress berme at every fen,
Grass gone, and hardly left, a tree.

Seven years it takes mankind,
God finally steps into fray,
Many lose lives or their mind,
Jesus wins Millennial 'Day.'

AMEN

Coincidence, Coincidence, too many there for me, But NASA say's it turned to dust, of danger we are free. I cannot argue Sience I don't know, so I take their word for that; However, I will keep an eye till it

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A sister, on a popular Forum, professed disdain with Jesus/God, which squeezed my creative side, and this poured out, all cut and dried:

Stumble Realized
By Arley Steinhour 092811

I think like mortal, yes-sir-eee,
Cause, dear God, That's what I be.

Fallible, don't quite describe,
good reason for why you died.

I have my rights, a gift from you,
The 'wants' I have, might make you blue.

How dare you mean, you only gave,
The right for me, to be your Slave?

I own it all, that I can see,
Cause I can be all I can be.

Before you came, no one knew,
You'd offer Love, Blue Sky True.

We work and sweat, in this life,
You only offer, we be your Wife;

A wife that doesn't own a thing,
You own it all, that sure does sting.

What do you mean it's for eternity,
I'm more worried about what's for me.

I am embarrassed, when you do that,
Hug me so, till I feel quite flat;

Your Love is not the subject here,
About me, it is, can't you hear?

I made a choice between torment and you,
Since then I've not had a worn out shoe;

Ah-Ha, I think I'm beginning to see,
I sacrifice Sin, so you can better Love me.

Eternity is a very long time,
I be yours and you be mine;

So, good-by Sin, and all I 'want,'
I'm much safer, when you're in Front.

AMEN

There is more joy in worship, than any mortal event on earth, that might detract from His love, when another sin, is given birth.

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Remembering to Remember
By Arley Steinhour 092911

In nineteen hundred fifty six,
From home we went away,
Poked and prodded, a hairless mix,
To learn the good old Navy way;

The leadership had discipline,
And crammed it down our throat,
They controlled our every spin,
Learn to keep the Navy afloat.

Times were tough, learning that,
Some guys did cry at night,
Until one night at lights out Taps,
A Tenor voice sang sweet and bright.

No more tears, or home-sick blues,
Our performance took a leap,
Each night, drop off to the Lord's Prayer,
Made us all contented Sheep.

The Navy thought to stop his voice,
But only for a moment or two,
Every Recruit in the Barracks agreed,
To mutiny, if they even tried to.

Our Company Chief was surprised,
Our learning curve went straight up,
Even Gang members from Chicago,
Embraced discipline, filled their cup.

Fifty five years have gone under bridge,
We served all over the Earth,
Went on to lives of every kind,
With each, I'd gladly serve and birth.

A Thousand Soldiers standing tall,
Till Star Spangled Banner is played,
Brought that age old memory,
From the recess where it has laid.

Pull out your memory thoughts my friends,
Dust them off with a chuckle or two,
Thank God, for all the experiences you've had,
For He gave your memories, only to you.

AMEN

God and Country, may both stand tall, just like the folks that serve, Even when backed against the wall, we'll defend both with Greatest Fervor.

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Fall Feasts Two Thousand Eleven
By Arley Steinhour 092911

The time is short, long wait is spent,
Before He claims His Bride,
One moment, not, next Heaven-bent,
The Unsaved cry and hide.

The celebration of this day,
Makes noise, both proud and loud,
Celebrate King, the Bridegroom, on His way,
To the delight of expectant crowd.

Evil runs rampant throughout the land,
False gods do abound,
He still reaches out His hand,
Some Repentance, may yet be found.

Lamp with oil, wick well trimmed,
The Bride full ready to go,
Expectantly, with time to relax,
So Anxiety doesn't show

The Sands of Time, no better said,
Still has some grains to go,
Like a Thief, He'll gather Home,
Those full ready, here below.

Yom Teruah, known Rosh Hashanah,
Light strip on Moon shine bright,
Must be acknowledged after dark,
To start Jewish New Year just right.

God's way of starting New Year,
Is much better, if you please,
Not knowing day or hour,
Keep watch on prayerful knees.

The Rabbi count is off this year,
I hope that God don't mind,
For Trumpet call, do lend an ear,
So Paradise and Him you find.

AMEN

Being always ready makes it easy to focus on His eminent return, to snatch away His expectant Bride, who's heart for Him does burn.

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The Thief we Love
By Arley Steinhour 093011

We soon will hear the trumpet call,
Waxing loud and long,
Giving notice to one and all,
It be the wedding song.

The Bridegroom is arriving,
He rides a big white cloud,
Even from that distant point,
One can tell he's very proud.

Time passed slow and steady,
Almost Two Thousand years,
Bride not always ready,
With Wars, too many tears;

The Father wants all things just right,
Before He tells Son, 'he may,'
Go forth just like Thief in the night,
To snatch away, the Bride that day.

Seven day/years, we're in seclusion,
Bride and Bridegroom consummate,
So that there is no confusion,
Final part of Marriage State.

As Seventh day begins to close,
Bridegroom, from the chamber goes,
Confirms, to guests, and all he knows,
Eternal Marriage, with Love that Grows.

Turn heart to Christ Jesus, the King,
Know He's your one and all,
So you can also joyously sing,
When, with Trumpet, He does call.

AMEN

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WEB Eulogy
By Arley Steinhour 100211

For anyone, who might care,
I have been ¬two days, off the air.

Change of venue, in my lap,
laid on me, just like a slap;

As if the Web would never be,
I only had use of my 'local' PC.

Just like when PC's came to be,
No one to talk to except me to me.

I'd lost the world, nothing there,
Made me want to find, and pull my hair.

Great pain I felt, as I removed the PC hook,
I went to the shelf, and pulled down a book;

The Book, that has always been there for me.
The one called B I B L E.

No power needed, its words to share,
Great power needed to place words there;

Dusted my easy-chair, used only by me,
after I praised God, on my bended knee.

Oh, my PC has plenty, of Bible memory,
Bibles, writings, and commentary;

I needed revisit my God just as free,
As the days before I bought a PC.

I've said nothing new,, so don't give me that look,
Go to your own shelf, and grab your same Book.

God may be calling us to lead the simple life,
As He soon may be calling for His Royal Wife.

AMEN

From out of History comes a great idea, a laptop computer, made from paper, having all the answers before you can ask a question. Now that is S M A R T.

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Salvation Born
By Arley Steinhour 100211

A Babe was born,
Place, where sheep born and shorn,
On a quite bright star lit night;
Was not a very Princely sight.

Flocks, on hillside cower,
Tightly in chill of night;
New moon, of unknown day and hour,
could not hide from mortal sight.

Placing Seal upon Yom Teruah birth,
Fall 'Feasts of God,' no stalling,
Festival of Blowing, begins on Earth,
Angels herald, God's Grace and Calling.

Day One, Festival of Blowing, full begun,
Two Through Nine, Atonement for a year of sin,
Day Ten, afflict the soul, for Redemption,
As Azazel the Scapegoat cashed sin in.

Day Eight was a day of Great Esteem,
Dedicate son to God, called circumcision,
Two Doves sacrificed, by the poor, to redeem,
The world blessed by Jesus, for God's Grace decision.

Sometime after that, the Royal Magi came,
Whence they heralded, none can recall,
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, gifts three by name;
Wealth for escape to Egypt, until Herod's death did fall.

So, Happy Birthday, Jesus,
Thanks for your Grace to save us all;
Soon, I pray we see you coming for us,
To keep us from the time that Satan takes his fall.

Anyone who hasn't turned their heart to Jesus,
Is walking past Jesus, God's Life Giving Well,
Eternity, without access to Emmanuel,
Means only one thing, you'll find yourself in Hell.

AMEN

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A Century to Behold
By Arley Steinhour 100311

An article came flashing up
about the olden days,
Photo's of our Pioneer folk
living on what hard work pays.

The look upon the faces,
The starkness in their brow,
They come from many places,
To survive life more like a plow.

Their life will leave a furrow,
Their children carry name,
If lucky, some with take a trait,
Make it worse, or lift to fame.

Until came Century Twenty,
Man followed behind a horse,
Then came the time of plenty,
Life got better, and had more force.

Knuckles raw and bleeding,
Back all bowed with pain,
Nineteenth Century people
Wouldn't ask for life again.

First half of the twentieth,
Life took a different track,
Fast and furious was the call,
There was no looking back.

Nineteen Fifty turned life on,
With luxury items to be had,
Women started working,
To have what they wanted, bad.

We turned on Century Twenty-one,
With computers that just might die,
Something to do with numbers,
No one could explain quite why.

When I was born, in Thirty-Eight,
the farmer, still worked with horse,
Trains hauled people and much freight,
Radio became more than Morse.

Computers came on screaming,
about Nineteen-Sixty-Six,
Personal, became the name,
Each house now has five or six.

We turned the Century, Twenty-One,
With great hope our expectation,
Gonna be a fantastic world,
With Cyber communication.

Then came the day in Two Thousand One,
The world flipped upside down,
War, unlike any other,
Made our faces wear naught but frown.

The Bible Prophecy does say,
These things will come to pass,
War, starvation, loss of life,
People die, like droughted grass.

That brings us up to day, my friend,
From here it gets much worse,
On God's word we can depend,
Be a Christian, or rent a hearse.

God doesn't want to lose a soul,
He wants us all to win,
The race can end in Bliss with Him,
Free of Satan and even Sin.

So, turn your heart to Jesus Christ,
He waits for heartfelt prayer,
Forgiveness granted upon request,
Be His forever, Eternal Bliss to share.

AMEN

By 1900, many people had come, for opportunity, to explore the Freedoms promised; The rest is History.

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Last Tear
By Arley Steinhour 100411

I do not know the direction,
Let's just say, 'Up in the sky,'
Do I leave, with no detection,
Do I quickly learn to fly?

Does my Savior sound a Trumpet,
Do I hear the Angel call,
Is the change in person instant,
Will I notice that at all?

Will I notice who's beside me,
Will I only look straight ahead,
Will I wonder if I'm dressed to see,
Will I look like I've been in bed?

Will I have a full new head of hair,
Will my mouth have all its teeth,
Will my vision, once again, be there,
Will I have focus on what's beneath?

In my mind are questions screaming,
In my head, no answers to compare,
I'll have answers newly streaming,
Popping up most everywhere.

All the questions, that I wonder,
Find the answers as we fly,
Answers fill the head like thunder,
Grinning greatly, as we lift into the sky.

Oh, the answer always be the same,
Every time I wonder what and why,
Yet, I know His Holy Name,
Flying Home I shed the last tear, that I'll cry.
A Tear, Of Joy,
AMEN

May there be a clap like thunder, As He calls His Bride to Self,
Leaving none who loves Him, behind, and on a shelf.
AMEN

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Mumble Jumble Praise
By Arley Steinhour 100511

Around the world, I've chased a few,
Moon-beams, strong and bold,
Each one I saw seemed brand new,
Looking for the Pot of Gold.

It almost took a lifetime,
I had blisters raw and sore,
Fingernails so full of grime,
Couldn't find the treasure door.

I finally reeled in my hook,
Designed to snag the Load,
More Green bait, is what it took,
Until Debt forced me off that road.

I figured out the problem,
That wasn't very hard,
I had no 'killer instinct,'
Answer 'No,' gave no reward.

You had a different vision,
For what I was to do,
Slowly you were training me,
To be true to you.

I know not why you touched me,
All the times you saved my life,
You could have let me slink away,
To a life of debt and strife;

I woke up one fine morning,
Knowing you'd chipped the dross away,
Sunlight worth enjoying,
Sin was gone, no debt to pay.

My debt was paid, so long ago,
As you hung upon that Cross,
Sweetness in my life did flow,
Only you could absorb my loss.

Today, I rise and start my day,
Heart sings with Master's play,
In my heart you'll always stay,
Until the unpayable, I can pay.
(I do so love that Eternal debt)
AMEN

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Fare Thee Well
By Arley Steinhour 100711

Have you ever seen a sunrise,
with a sun so crisp and bright,
Your mind enjoyed complete surprise,
after sleeping through the night.

Then to hear the Robin singing,
ore a nest brim full of eggs,
Pride sends that Robin winging,
For the good worms, never dregs.

Then a bee in search of pollen,
Flies right by as day warms up,
Looking for that flower from Heaven,
On which his Queen shall Sup.

The Sun is lifting quickly,
from horizon into sky,
Nothing here can be called sickly,
To say that would be a lie.

God gave this day to revel in,
To Praise Him from here below,
Attempting to live without a sin,
So Your Love for Him He'll know.

I sent a tiny poem
to a sister, all should love,
Missioning to Taiwan
As she's guided from above;

The words to Sister, Glenda,
She is the sharing kind,
I share with you, ajenda
I know she wouldn't mind.

" Baruch Atah Achoth, Glenda.

May your Sail be filled with strong breeze,
And enjoy a following sea.
May your venture back to Taiwan,
Be an pleasant as can be.

May your health be just as strong as,
Your faith in who we Praise,
And may all your ventures bless you,
Sharing Jesus all your days.

I?ll see you on the up-swing,
when the Bridegroom comes for Bride,
And maybe even fly beside,
When we take that Rapture ride. "

May she be blessed, May you be blessed,
This sister, one of a kind,
Half way round the world she goes
To be the one I have in mind,

We need Love her, as our family,
Good sister love, Is hard to find.

AMEN


Retired, Glenda, like the wooden ship, Sets sail for over there. Unto those wondrous souls She'll praise Him, from her Slip, Our Jesus, to them, she will share (As she did, for decades before she retired). She will be with her students, until she is welcomed home to Jesus, I do believe, she loves them so much.

[navyblue]

Call to Repent
By Arley Steinhour 101011

There's Seven years we're looking at ,
Time seems to move so slow,
Almost like Casey up to bat,
Time can't get up and go.

When I was but a youngster,
Every day with lightning speed,
Seldom had a blister,
I ate so much my nose would bleed.

Today, I have that same old feeling,
Food, soon, will be hard to find,
We can look from floor to ceiling,
Finding little, that we can grind.

Those who see the future hunger,
These are they who store, and save,
Become the target of theft monger,
On the lookout for a Slave.

There are those who see the writing,
as the King saw on the wall,
To survive, engage in fighting,
Against an enemy, serving Satan's call.

Tribulation brings the worst of times,
Those left behind, will rue the day,
Suffering the worst of Hate and crimes,
As Satan has his day of sway.

Remember, brothers and sisters,
Choosing Jesus, 'after' the Snatching away,
Must keep the faith, even though there's blisters,
On the hands, and back; survive that day.

Jesus wants us to be His own,
We must learn who paid the price,
Sinful act must be cast, through the stone,
His death and resurrection must suffice.

God love us all, so very much,
He gave, His only begotten Son,
Perfect in His every way, our crutch,
Repentance saves us, every one.

AMEN

I have no name that can describe, the horror that lives here, I only know I don't want to know; without Jesus I'd be filled with fear.

[navyblue]

Choice Still Ours
By Arley Steinhour 101311

Can you feel it in the Morning
As the Sun peeks into sight,
Can you feel it in the Evening,
When there is no more daylight?

Have you seen the gentle weaving,
Of the branches in the trees,
Have you noticed music cleaving,
To your heart while on your knees?

Is there any solid answer,
To the questions that I ask,
Do we chug along in this world,
And ignore our Heaven task?

Of course, you know the answer,
As it weighs upon your heart,
There is no one, on which, to swear,
But Jesus, who Loved you from the start.

We may resist the calling,
We may not address the strife,
We can plod along, in sinful life,
Refusing to repent, this life.

We can qualify our action,
We can tell Him, we don't care,
We can join the sinful faction,
And become far less than air.

He will shake His head in wonderment,
As we elect the choice of worldly sin,
We can reject the sacrament,
Reject Eternity with Him.

God gave us choice, none other would,
We hold our future in our hand,
We have the power to do as we should,
Or, with Satan, in Hell, be banned.

I cannot tell you how to choose,
Your heart knows the way,
Lift your head and use your nose,
The sweet smell leads the way.

Look for Eternal flowers,
Instead of flaming lake,
Keep the faith with Yahweh, ours,
And Satan's hold, do break,

Through Prayer.
AMEN

If we wait too long to pull the cord, or to zig, when we should zag, we can change the face of history, be a hero, or a drag.