Praise and Poetry

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Kingdom Next at Bat
By Arley Steinhour 110911

Dear Father God, you are the Boss,
I have a Word Well dry as a bone,
Sitting here, no 'T's' to cross,
Please pick up the phone.

Most of the time, when I type,
You and I, make one great team,
You provide the Words that Rhyme,
And I provide the finger steam.

You help me when I'm praying,
You help me when I wail,
You help me when I'm straying,
You keep me on your narrow trail.

The world is filled with trouble,
I know that you know why,
Most people run and stumble,
Too many fall and die.

The time is almost over,
The sky is getting dark,
Can't find a field of clover,
Bright call gone from meadow lark.

The sky is bright, with rockets flame,
Israel quickly gets the Blame,
Gangs of thugs, committing murder,
Of folks, with Jew or Christian name,

The killers swear they're the victim,
From a people filled with hate,
Hate Freedom's Democratic system,
But, swear Sharia law is great.

Right is wrong, and wrong is right,
is their Anti-Social attitudes,
Peace is out, they want to fight,
Justified, by insane platitudes.

Come soon, Dear Lord, to close this time,
Let your Prophecy control the days,
Knowing that all will soon be fine,
When Jesus starts His Kingdom Ways.

AMEN

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Aral Sea Song
by Arley Steinhour 111011

I received an e-mail, and sent it on,
With photos of Sunken ships and all,
Many thoughts flowed, to think upon,
As I Wait for God’s Trumpet Call.

What was once an inland sea,
Now, Looks like a Parking Lot,
Ships that plowed the water free,
Are rusted hulks, in a waterless pot.

The only thing that sails there now,
Are four-legged, two-humped kind,
Never more, storm waves to plow,
No dead Sailors to leave behind.

The scene no longer secret,
Aral Sea has water, never more,
Mans fresh-water needs defeat it,
Sea bereft, from shore to shore.

The photo's offer much to view,
and to ponder about going to sea,
Not here, perhaps, but others do,
Around the resting place, a bone or three.

There comes a day, in about a Thousand years,
Where the Oceans give up their dead,
At the time when there will be no more tears,
And God puts 'Mortality' to bed.

No tears, nor pain, no aging blight,
With bodies young and strong,
We who through Jesus live in 'Light,'
Exist where 'Nothing' can go wrong.

AMEN

A place, where the sunken rust, two humps a must, The end of an inland sea;
One won't work, and the other wild, No place for you, nor me.

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Days of Praise
By Arley Steinhour 111111

Where is the Praise,
I love to raise,
It fills my heart and head.

The only time,
I cannot rhyme,
Is when asleep in bed.

My Praise to God,
Is much like that,
Audio Bible plays all night,

Praise and Prayer,
Always there,
With Him I have no plight.

The word AMEN,
means only then,
I'm loading up a Praise,

If I were a Trumpet,
and not a crumpet,
My Praise the roof would raise.

Faith song so strong,
It wouldn't be long,
I'd be quite a sight.

Trumpets blazing,
I'd be Raising,
Reward for choosing His right.

Up, Up, and away,
That Fate filled day,
My Savior looking my way.

With Trumpets Blazing,
We'll all be Praising,
Where it's always light of day.

AMEN

Praying for this world of ours, is all that we can do,
Before the insanity is complete, and this Era through.

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Letter to Islam
by Arley Steinhour 111111

Dear Islam,
I take my mind and heart in hand,
To speak through fingertip,
To say that I am fed up,
With those of lying lip.

'Your moderate, of faith,' you shrill,
'You love your Christian neighbor,'
When Imam Twelve tells you to 'kill,'
Trigger finger, becomes your savior.

Those of us who called you friend,
Will someday be your target,
The book on which you do depend,
says kill everyone, who refuse it.

We pray that you will see where you err,
Love lives nowhere in your book,
Only in the living Jesus Christ,
Can you Find Love, if you'll just look.

Even though we sometimes fail,
To state how we all should feel,
We too, are only mortal human,
Love is the proper seal.

'You need love others, to succeed,'
Jesus tells us, one and all,
'Widow, and Homeless, we need feed,'
On Him we all must call.

He says to turn the other cheek,
When ere we're struck in face,
Retaliation is not meek,
And should never be in place.

It isn't easy to not slap back,
as we turn the 'other cheek,'
Jesus doesn't say quite what to do,
You might learn if we are not meek.

The time is very close at hand,
Where Imam makes his move,
Imam Twelve will dance right in,
To make you fit his groove.

I truly do not hate you,
nor, do I love you, but I must,
I cannot hate out of the blue,
I'll love the best I can, or bust.

I pray God Snatches up His Bride,
As Bridegroom comes to save our day,
Imam twelve comes like Tsunami tide,
Until Eternal Torment, he must pay.

AMEN

This is what our people face, in this country, or other place, The Moderate don't wear a mask, Lie to us no more, is all we ask.

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Thanksgiving Pet
By Arley Steinhour 111111

We three kids, when not too old,
Had a pet and friend,
Feathers kept him from getting cold,
And he bristled end to end.

His tail would make a great fan,
When Summer weather was too hot,
He'd stomp, and fluff, and gobble,
At anything that moved, a lot.

We gave him a name, not too hard,
'Tom,' stood quite big and tall,
No one entered our back yard,
Lest they get backed up to a wall.

We three kids, he loved like a dog,
No one messed with us,
He weighed as much as hard wood log,
As a horse, he was big as a bus.

We all took turns at riding,
not long, with threesome hoard,
When willing, Tom sidled up to us,
And nudged, till we climbed on board.

His favorite place was just under,
our giant Blackberry tree,
He gobbled up the berries that fell,
And grew faster than even me.

One day in November, Tom disappeared,
We three, did search and search,
All we could find were feathers,
Tom was gone, though we prayed in Church.

Thanksgiving became tomorrow,
It wasn't easy to look forward to that day,
Oh, we knew that we'd eat Turkey,
No one would dare kill Tom that way.

Thanksgiving day upon us,
Festivities galore,
Grandma cooking up a feast,
Like she'd always done before.

Family from Wyoming,
was coming to help us dine,
Fantastic meal cooked and warming,
We three would be served water/wine.

Without remembering everything,
I cut to life long memory,
On the table, a giant bird,
We three had immediate misery.

Only one bird in the Nation,
could be as big as that,
Tom was the meal creation,
We three became one brat.

Wailing, howling, deafening shriek,
We even stomped as we screamed,
You've never seen the likes of us,
Killing Tom was unforgivable, it seemed.

That was the first Thanksgiving,
We three refused to eat,
The next day we were starving,
Grandma fed us, in our defeat.

If you ever buy a Turkey,
And you raise it up to eat,
Don't ever Love, or make it a pet,
Or you'll know complete defeat.

AMEN
This is a childhood memory, that I really have,
It took many years to forgive,
Only Jesus had the salve.

When we finally did eat of him, let me tell you, Blackberry fed Turkey is the tastiest Turkey meat in the world, bar none. Yeee-Haaa!!!, but I still felt like a cannibal, for years. Tom was about eighteen months old, and dressed out at over seventy-five pounds. Grandma and Grandpa had to rig up a wood fired oven in the back yard, and cook Tom in a wash-tub (well scrubbed tub, lie soap don’t digest too well) Ha
We ate Turkey ‘everything,’ for almost a month. (*Grandpa could make anything*)

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Six Pack Moment in Life
By Arley Steinhour 111111

Six-Pack Moment in One Lifetime
Eleven, the only year two/zero/one/one, in the Second Millennium,
Eleven, the only one/one Month of this interesting year,
Eleven, the only one/one Day, Friday, in that only one/one Month,
Eleven, the hour found twice (AM and PM) in this one/one day,
Eleven, the minute found once in each hour Eleven,
Eleven, the Second found in each minute of each hour Eleven,

Each, has become, and past; the first three to be seen no more,
and the last three to be seen when the first three exist in the next Century 2111,
when we will then see, for one second: 2111/11/11.11.11.11, twice in one day, AM and PM.

I started to do a poem, but it wasn't any fun,
I found there was too many 'one/one's,
And way-far too few, descriptive Puns, without using another 'one.'

Just a thought.

If we need live Eternal life with only 'ONE,'
I want to spend it with 'The Only ONE,'
Who can Eternally stand this one me, Jesus

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Truth Leads to Choice
By Arley Steinhour 111311

The world spun once, to make yesterday,
As it did the day before,
Today is Eventing the same old way,
Except for Harbingers of War.

It seems there is a Way of Life,
That would Rule the World,
Creating Hostile kinds of Strife,
As Flag of Hatred is unfurled.

Hostile events stab like a spear,
Adding to dangers, each day,
Good Folk start to wonder "Is God here,
In control, or totally Gone Away?"

Satan is having a 'Hay-Day,'
Playing the Scripture Twisting game,
Many are seemingly losing their way,
They've quit using God's Holy Name.

Oh, most have not truly rejected Him,
'God will return someday,'
Others say God don't exist, for them,
They may have a Great Price to pay.

God truly loves all humanity,
Loves and Owns us, everyone,
Sent Son to Pay, Redemption price, Free,
'A Gift,' for Faith, in His Only Son.

He is the Way, the Light, the Life,
We need but open heart to Him,
Be free of Satan's hate and strife,
In Heaven, with Him, singing Hymns.

Join us with Him, Up There,
Repenting your Sinful Ways,
So you won't go 'Elsewhere,'
Where there's only Tormenting Days.

AMEN

As New Born Lambs of God, the only Way we need to know,
Is our Faith in Jesus, to have Eternal Home to grow.
No other Path, or Way exists, to the Father of mankind,
Thus, Focus on the Son of God, will leave Satan Far Behind.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN

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Motivation to Salvation
By Arley Steinhour 111311

Time wears on so slowly,
When you must fight a War,
But slips by, oh so quickly,
When the other guy has the chore,

Libya took Eight months to fight,
Iraq, Eight years and more,
You'd think that we would see the light,
The longest was the 'Cold' non-'War.'

Before a Hundred years ago,
War was addressed as 'each,'
Then cars and planes began to roll,
War went plural, with numbers out of reach.

Today, there must be Twenty-five,
Just guessing, there may be more,
War makes it hard to stay alive,
Doing the barn-yard chores.

I think the cows and sheep are armed,
I'm sure the horses have R P Gs,
Everyone lives in such alarm,
They'll shoot you, if you sneeze.

Everything that once was Legal,
Is now against the Laws,
Worse than that, all that was Regal,
Is shattered with Condemnation Flaws.

The World must turn to Jesus,
Mankind has gone insane,
Before we all fall to pieces,
And God's Wrath is Fiery Rain.

Repentance is the only Path,
In Jesus, only, can we hide,
Saved in Him will Stay God's Wrath,
As we're a part of Jesus' Bride.

AMEN

Keep your Heart and Eyes on the Master, so you won't sink,
Lose your faith, or look away, you may have a lot to drink.

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Ode to my Cousin
Karen Ewing Coomber
by Arley Steinhour 111511

You are now there, with youth to spare,
Your lips Praising God, Pure Revival;
First thing that you, wanted to share,
'A hug from Jesus,' on arrival.

In the time since then, we can only guess,
You ran a race, hugged a bee, climbed a tree,
Danced for Jesus, all Heaven to bless,
With your newfound, Ability.

Your Crown, of Gold, and Precious Stone,
Sparkles from Light, of God upon His Throne,
You chuckle at the thought, of needing your phone,
To call family to say, they're not alone.

You've had no pain, nor cried a tear,
Since receiving Jesus', warm, welcome hug,
Sadness no more, just joyous cheer,
You be happy as 'Bug in a Rug.'

We know you are busy, with things there to do,
Reacquainting with ages of kin,
You leaving, reminds us of something so true,
Only in Jesus can we be, with you and with Him.

AMEN

In our love for you we have Grieved,
We friends and family left behind,
Your Graduation and Reception received,
Overwhelms, with 'Peace of Heart, and Mind.'

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Snowflake Timing
By Arley Steinhour 111611

Oh, what a beautiful morning,
Oh, what a snowy white day,
I have a sneaky old feeling,
Spring's at least four months away.

You sent us snowflakes this morning,
To make everything look so bright,
The weatherman gave us a warning,
It may snow throughout the night.

The Snowflake's unique, wondrous structure,
Gives it the one of a kind shape, only you make,
Professors could spend days in lecture,
On how you shape mortal life like the flake.

You allow the good, bad, and frustrating,
Life pressure to strengthen the heart,
To help make us the person you're wanting,
Like the snowflake, an unique, loving, part.

Unlike the snowflake, we don't melt in a day,
The shape we take on, hard to change,
When we come to faith and not play,
You give snowflake sparkle in exchange.

For the snowflakes today, I do thank you,
For your guidance and love, in your debt,
Unto graduation, the days may be few,
I believe, the Last Week, you have set.

The time is now soon, snowflakes go away,
Never again, to float soft on the wind,
With Satan put away, your Kingdom holds sway,
All hearts focused on you, God and Friend.

AMEN

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Christmas Reason
By Arley Steinhour 112211

It's OK, to say Merry Christmas,
It's OK, to cast a smile,
Praise God before you eat breakfast,
and through the day, walking your 'mile.'

The season is now upon us,
Thanks-giving, for what He gave,
Then, in a month, it's Christmas,
for Him, born, the world to save.

What do we do at Thanksgiving,
Is this, and Christmas the same?
Thanksgiving, for where we're living,
Christmas, His Name and Fame.

God gave us a wonderful Country,
Filled it with people of every color,
Freedom for Poor, as for Gentry,
Pursuit of happy, shore to shore.

Christmas to us, be God given,
Jesus, God's Son, Heaven-sent,
To Pay the price, Sin forgiven,
When through Him, we repent.

The season need be full of joy,
Our Love for God's people, intent,
Praising the Birth of God's only Boy,
In Him, forgiven, and be Heaven-bent.

With God's light in our face,
Not shiny bulbs for the season,
Or accepting debt filled disgrace,
Can Jesus be back in His Holy Place,
'Christmas Reason'
AMEN

He stepped out of His Throne Room, to be 'Emmanuel,' to Tabernacle with His creation, man, so man would, after God's sacrifice of His one mortal life, have avenue for Salvation, from a price man could never be qualified to pay, except through God Incarnate, Immanuel/Jesus. AMEN

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Simple Truth
By Arley Steinhour 112611

I offer up a prayer today,
That you will come take us away,
Away from all this hate and crime,
And this world, with No More Time.

Dear God, our people have gone insane,
So many act like they have no brain,
They cry to you, that Right is Wrong,
It seems that none can get along.

Those of us, in Love with you,
are pushed aside, and out of pew,
Not welcome in the Social order,
Alien within our own Faith border.

Our Government, does speak of 'Change,'
Slavery, the answer, now that's strange,
'Freedom, not acceptable;'
'Of the People,' a bunch of 'Bull?'

We read your word, most every day,
Holy Spirit clarifies, what you say,
Yet, so many preachers don't agree,
They teach, you say 'two,' but mean three.

What I see, you'll be here most any day,
As the Bridegroom, to Snatch away,
Your loving Bride, your reborn tribe,
Christians all, personified.

We watch the sky, knowing you don't lie,
It won't be long, before we fly,
Meeting you at a nearby cloud,
Gathering, your Un-numbered crowd.

We're talked about, as 'before the throne,'
Without number, means we're not alone,
Singing and Praising, How Great you Be,
God's Lamb, and Lion, married to me.

To let you know our Love for you,
Eternal, and so Greatly True,

I wish I knew the words to say,
Fantastic words to make your day,
But To you, on high, our every Praise,
If possible, Heaven's roof to Raise,
, alas, my mortal mind,
has words to say, that I can't find.

So please, dear Jesus, look inside,
At the words, my love can't hide,
Words I'd love to send to you,
Up through the sky, with love so true.

AMEN

[Keith]

Amen, Arley! May He come soon.

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Thanks, Keith, me three.

Candle Light Bright
By Arley Steinhour 112711

We’ve seen, the hopeless, at the drinker’s bar,
The Blind, drive down the road,
The Deaf, can’t hear you, near or far,
Unlit candle, an heavy load.

Flame is Oh-So delicate,
Substance, next to none,
Unlit wax, in solid state,
Shines no light on any one.

The heat of Faith will light the wick,
Wax begins to melt and flow.
Flame burning brightly is the trick,
Hot wax changing makes a candle glow.

Some see the light, turn away the head,
Darker shapes they seek to see,
God's light fills their heart with dread,
Heart in chains, no longer free.

Oh they swing, and sway, as wind blows,
without a care to why, or when,
Even when locked in deaths last throws,
Light, they still can’t comprehend.

Some let their light just flicker out,
When something in life goes wrong,
They cry in the corner, wail and shout,
Hope unused, don’t relight life’s song.

The candles must keep glowing,
In God, wax cannot run out,
Dimly, when tears are flowing,
Brightly, when Joyous heart is about.

Satan is a Big Bad Wolf,
Darkness is his thing,
Candles burning for God, Wolf-proof,
Satan feels the flames hot sting.

So, keep your candles burning,
Let the Light shine everywhere,
Jesus quells the sinful yearning,
Helps us see, with light to spare.

AMEN

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Heavy Load
By Arley Steinhour 113011

It's not my age that slows me down,
More, the heavy heart I carry,
A double load makes me laugh and frown,
It seems, dear Lord, you Tarry.

The warning signs, you gave to us,
War, Rumor, Storm, and Quake,
All happening, with weight of Bus,
Many dying, for your Name-sake.

'You do not know the day, nor hour,'
You said, as fact, or maybe clue,
We're told, by you, to man watch tower,
So you find us doing as we should do.

You also say, you do not 'ordain,'
Your Faithful, Born again in You,
To suffer Tribulation Pain,
If we Love like you, we're True.

Your enemy, seems in Full View,
Their Hatred, speaks quite clear,
Reaction is to fight them, for you,
But your word warns, lend an ear.

There's very little, yet to see,
Tribulation doors are all ajar,
Less and less, Your people be Free,
Martyrs, many, arriving where you are.

We lift our hearts, and trust to you,
There's little left for us, on earth,
Except to meet you in the blue,
Your Bride, filled with nuptial mirth.

The load don't seem so heavy now,
Fretting never has saved one day,
Your love lifts the weight somehow,
Even with this load, we lovingly can say:

"Are you ready yet??"

AMEN

Weight like rocks, weight like feathers, sometimes fluffy snow, Burdens of my love for you, gets much lighter when you know. Thanks, Lord.

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ISRAEL
By Arley Steinhour 120111

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I'm nothing but a worm.
Four thousand years, they've hated me,
They think I'm nothing but a germ.

My Fathers son, from concubine,
Raised many tribes, this one to hate,
Though I try to live like columbine,
Our good, they Hate, Berate.

They give no recognition,
No quarter in the fight,
If they could quell sedition,
Everything would be all right.

Father of my Father, has truly Prophesied,
Events we see, be like travail,
Where 'Mighty men have 'Cried,''
Through Tribulation, full prevail.

The 'Haters,' are so numerous,
My people, very few,
But, on they come, to kill us,
'Doing God, a favor,' too.

They think we stole their birthright,
They think of us as Dogs,
Not knowing they serve Satan's light,
Which makes them burnable as logs.

If only they could see the truth,
Turn from their hate-filled way,
We could all worship Yehweh-GOD,
As Brothers, for Eternal Day.

Somewhere there are ten more Tribes,
To make my form be filled,
Veil of blindness, to lift it sides,
Gods people Spirit Filled.

Messiah, rides His White Horse,
With Angels close behind,
To straighten out mankind's course,
And give sight to the Blind.

Every soul will see His Light,
No matter who their Parent,
Swords to Shares, at Smithy Right,
And WAR, to be Abhorrent.

My name be, if you've not deduced,
Was given to the man called Jacob,
Wrestled through the night, with Jesus,
Call US, ISRAEL, not Jacob.

Soon, so soon, the story ends,
The good and bad will be Good,
A Thousand years He'll rule His friends,
Till everything is Perfect/Good.

AMEN

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Dear People

By Arley Steinhour 120211

Why aren't we celebrating?
All this good news, can't be wrong.
Some do question, others stating,
Time of Jesus' 'Coming,' can't be long.

Earth is quaking in diverse places,
Weather systems kill and maim,
Lowlands flooding, tears on faces,
As Travail, the Pain no longer a game.

The answer has a 'binding,'
Some call it 'Bible-Book,'
Prophecy unveiling,
Folks should come and have a look.

One need not be super smart,
Some reading skills might help,
Main thing, open up the heart,
Released from being Satan's whelp.

Read God's Word,
Peruse the news,
Ponder both together,
To chase away the Blues.

It doesn't tell exactly 'when,'
More, 'where' to focus mind,
We need to know, and keep the watch,
Or, we could be 'Left Behind.'

AMEN



Does anyone see A Trend Here??:

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• The war against Iran's nuclear program has already begun
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• What a Skirmish with Iran Might Do to World's Oil Supplies
• Security and Defense: What lessons can Israel take from Seoul as Tehran strives for its own atomic bomb?
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• China Hiding Nuclear Warheads In '10 Miles Of Tunnels'
• Ultraconservative Islamists make gains in Egypt
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• California: Violent wind storm leaves path of destruction
• Ancient rock carving shows stegosaurus in perfect detail!
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• Discovered: Site of Jacob's dream


• ‘Bombing squad’ penetrated security at Iran’s Isfahan; explosion wrecked nuke site
• Are Iran and the West Lurching Toward War?
• Barak vs US: We can't wait until Iran declares it has a nuclear bomb
• 'Iran planning to attack US bases in Germany'?
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• As EU tightens the screws, Iran looks toward the Kings of the East
• UN: Syria in a state of civil war
• Report: Russia delivered cruise missiles to Syria
• In strategic consultation with Russia, Israel appeals for halt to Iran, Syria WMD sales
• Analysis: Syrian civil war drags in Mideast, global powers
• How banks saved the world ... this week
• Department Of Homeland Security Wants All Your Personal Information Accessible From One Place
• 100-mph winds down trees, power lines in West
• Solar storms increasing through 2013

*(And this is but a few)*[/center]

I cannot teach folks how to read,
But I sure can tell you where,
Having all the answers that we need,
And 'Warnings' that will Grey your hair.
(Sorry folks, but the system seems to no longer allow my photos, so close your eyes, and immagine a big, beautiful BIBLE, opened, with a Red Rose bud, and a White Rose bud, laying across the pages//as//)

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In Your Hand

By Arley Steinhour 120311

Dear Father God, watch over our soldiers,
as they leave the place called Iraq,
Gently lift the load from their shoulders,
keep them safe, till we get them all back.

Campsites to be empty, fox-holes bare,
Leaving a Free country, as we disband,
What then comes, only you Lord can see,
The fate of Iraq, in your hand.

We still have troops on Afghani slopes,
Protecting, that nation, from spoil,
Trying to save many folk from the grave,
Sacrificing for life, not oil.

Wake up our leaders, to rational thought,
Pull all from their land, as we must,
Muslim folk hate us, as Quran says they aught,
Turning not from their hatred, till we're part of the dust.

There's one thing on their heart, destroy 'not of kind,'
Jew or Christian, does not, their blood line refine,
They offer one time, promise not worth a dime,
then kill all they think is not of their kind.

Your Will, soon will be done,
God, Yahweh, on High,
Yes, you are the one,
In whom, we can't Second Death die.

In your hand, is where we are,
Especially our Military,
Be we near or be we far,
Under your wing we all can Tarry.

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Watching over all of us,
until the time is right,
to separate sheep from goats,
and light Eternal Light.
(Wow, the Browse worked)

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Shofar Sounded Loudly
By Arley Steinhour 120511

I've walked amongst Edenic Trees,
I've smelled the flowers, on my knees,
I even try to understand,
The rhyme and reason, of the land.

I read His word, front to end,
The truth is there, without a bend,
So, why can't any other see,
What's so clear to this me, me?

Some folk want to kill the world,
With many bombs, freely hurled,
Killing any person, unwitting,
Running, or just, sitting, knitting.

Those hating people look at us,
Even when we ride a bus,
Wonder how to blow it up,
With plastic bomb, or Nitro-cup.

They say it is to make us pure,
Belong to their god, to be sure,
that all we need do to go to heaven,
Is kill non-believers, six or seven.

Our press, says, we're in the wrong,
If we don't quit, before very long,
Their god will send a killing crew,
to eliminate both me and you.

The only way that we can be free,
Pay tax to them, on bended knee,
Oh, not to their god, no-sir, what rot,
But to any, of them, that hate our lot.

Social Slave, that's what we will be,
Bowing to all of them, never free,
Without a leg, to stand legally on,
We'd be slaves to them, from then-on.

Don't look around too far, my friend,
Their just ahead, around the bend,
Islam, Muslim, choose a name,
Deception of faith is their game.

Two things they hate, plus many more,
Jews, and Christians, to start counting the score,
The other religions, that dot the land,
They feel they can finish, out of hand.

With Christians, and Jew, erased from reciting,
Mention that to them, and things become exciting,
If we don't stand up, to them, right now,
We won't go far, pulling a plow.

So ponder and pray, what say you today,
Do you stand and be counted or simply play,
Do we wait till the headsman, takes our measure,
And we lose Jesus Christ, our Christian Treasure?

His Will, be done. AMEN

Standing tall, blowing hard, the Shofar starts to wail,
There, upon the yonder hill, Stands Death, stark and pale.
Ignore the call, to close the line, only if you dare,
Events that come with morning light, glows Red, upon our hair.

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Christmas Gift from Us to You
By Arley Steinhour 120611

How many Christmas seasons, have we celebrated you,
How many tears of joy, have our eyes shed,
How long it took, for us to see, it's not the things we do,
It's our Faith in you, that fills our heart, and head.

We use the Christmas Season, to celebrate your birth,
Two Thousand years ago, and more, we count,
The Word of God, does full redeem us, from the flaming hearth,
You paid the price, for sins we can't surmount.

This Christmas season, is just like Chanukah,
Celebrating New Peace on Earth,
Prayerful silence needed, for us to Schema,
Lest we miss the cries of your Birth.

As we watch the news, and choices choose,
We hear your word ring clear,
Sing Praise to God, and Faith not lose,
Soon we hear Your 'Come Up Here'.

Love to friends and family,
Invitation to those in doubt,
In hope that we can be truly free,
With you In Heaven, we Praise and shout.

The Throne room is so brightly lit,
The light flowing from your face,
Mansions built by you, a perfect fit,
Not too much, or little, space.

Reward you give to those who in you live,
Redeeming price you've paid,
There's nothing in return that we could give,
When mortality is staid.

The number's not important,
Only Praise and Love ring true,
Eternally as a Family transplant,
Brothers, and Sisters, in Love, with You.

AMEN