Praise and Poetry

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WAR or MORE
By Arley Steinhour 120711

Seventy years, Israel,
Exiled in Babylon,
Seventy years, mourning,
From their home, gone.

Seventy years, History,
Pearl Harbor, in flame,
Seventy years, mourning,
The Second with 'World' name.

By-word used was 'Isolation,'
in our country, shore to shore,
Coming out of Great Depression,
Refused to say 'War,' anymore.

'Sneak Attack,' says it all,
Without warning, people died,
Just before Sunday Church call,
Peace on earth was set aside.

The World War had been raging,
almost three years, by that date,
By then, millions dead and dying,
December Seven, we woke up late.

Today, we mourn that attack,
When perhaps we should thank Japan,
If they hadn't made us fight back,
We'd be living under a German plan.


This thought may not come easy,
Rejection, out of hand,
With hatred, don't be sleazy,
Thank God, for His 'Wake-up' plan.

AMEN

A Horrible day, in December, One we, forever should remember, Not for a wake-up, misapplied, But for a day, that our God cried.

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Salvation was Born
By Arley Steinhour 120811

There was one man, born on this earth,
Who grew up, perfect, though seldom shy,
Teaching God's word, for all he's worth,
An Itinerant sort of guy.

His Birth, at best, floor clean swept,
No room, on upper floor,
But where new lambs and hay are kept,
Inside, beside, the door.

A manger, made into a bed,
Swaddling cloth, on navel wrapped,
Light did glow about his head,
People praise God, and softly clapped.

Joseph, presumed the father,
Mary, there was no doubt,
Herdsmen, then began to gather,
An Angel told them what this is about.

"Fear not," he said, "a child is born,
You'll find him in the Stable,
He has come to fill Salvation's horn,
Free all, from Sin, He's able.

Camels arrived, dismount three men old,
Dressed like Kings, they were so elegant,
Offering, Frankincense, Mir, and Gold,
Praising child, as they did Repent.

Emmanuel, God, born of woman,
Through Self-Resurrected Death,
Worthy to pay Sin Debt, for man,
Justifying Eternal, Living, Breath.

We celebrate God's Mortal Birth,
Who paid Hell's Price, for all,
We need not prove we have the worth,
Without Jesus, we'd surely Fall.

AMEN

The Lamb of God, born in a stable,
instead of where people reside,
Most kids first meal is at the table,
instead of almost outside.

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Morning Anxiety
By Arley Steinhour 120911

I rise up every morning,
Anxious to be with you,
To search for your forewarning,
Of Prophetic things you do.

Awake without alarm clock,
All things be in your hands,
I have no worry, nor ship to dock,
As you work your perfect Plans.

Some days, the sun is shining bright,
Some mornings, cloud covers all,
Still, what I see, is quite a sight,
Be it Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall.

We celebrate your lowly birth,
Redemptive blessings, you did bring,
You Tabernacled, here on Earth,
That as your family, we may take wing.

Emmanuel, God on Earth,
Only path to Eternal Bliss,
Follow Jesus, for all we're worth,
Receive Blessings, Blind men cannot miss.

We celebrate, with Praise, your Birth,
In December, every year,
With extra celebration mirth,
Sometimes forgetting you were even here.

You come again, so very soon,
To do best, what you do,
Be the King of all you own,
With those who love you true.

Until that Time, we stumble on,
Celebrating, be it right or wrong,
Until the Gentile days are done,
And we all, can sing a worthy Song.

AMEN

Blood Moon, 121011, Some folk see, and some folk don't. Sign of time, just might be, Some know the times, some won't. Tomorrows Good-morning, today.

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Feeling Bad to Better
By Arley Steinhour 121111

The Bible has a lot to say,
About what I believe, is 'today,'
Where war, pestilence, and quakes, abound,
A One-World Government, may 'need be found.'

Leadership creating 'Change,' all day,
Will Tax away almost all our pay,
'Constitution,' a bygone word,
'Liberty,' is no more heard.

'Correctness,' now, the proper phrase,
Incarceration for those, who disobeys,
We, who be military veteran,
As 'fighters,' a more deadly plan;

Terrorists, we now may be called,
With Rights to Justice totally stalled,
Disappearing from sight, left and right,
No one sees us go, must be at night.

I could rant the whole day long,
With many still saying, 'nothing wrong;'
There's nothing left need that be done,
For Snatching the Bride, of the Holy One.

If you've never, the Bible, have read,
You may not understand what I've said,
Those, 'Left Behind,' more than half will die,
From Pestilence, War, and Plague, no lie.

I want to shout and cry; and to laugh out loud,
For those Left behind; and for the Rapture crowd;
Be I right, and smart, or wrong, and a Fool,
I'll spend the rest of my life, under the Golden Rule.

AMEN

The land if not quaking is surly leaking, and the bugs are getting mean, The people are shaking, some even quaking, From them, Repentance, God yet hasn't seen. (Matt 20:1-15)

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Blessing of Christmas
By Arley Steinhour 121211

Santa's suit is Red and White,
Jesus wore plain drab Gray,
Santa delivers presents by night,
Jesus turns night into Day.

Santa delivers, a toy once a year,
Jesus does all Sin dismiss,
Santa fills the heart with cheer,
Jesus makes us Eternally His.

Santa rewards the good in man's way,
Jesus kept busy forgiving the Sin,
Santa, all year to plan for one day,
Jesus, one day on Cross, so we win.

Santa smiles at lines of kids coming to him,
Jesus cries that no one steps inside,
Santa's sleigh rings with bells, sleek and trim,
Jesus waits until time to go snatch His Bride.

There's nothing wrong with Santa's life,
There's everything Right with Jesus' death,
Santa helps us through this Mortal strife,
Jesus stops death from taking our breath.

We can have them both for Christmas,
There need only one thing do,
Before Santa, put Jesus, His birth, is Christ-Mass,
Salvation, the Best Gift, for me and for you.

So, Repent, to Jesus, for all of your sins,
He will forgive, taking you to his breast,
Then Jesus and Santa will be double wins,
For

Eternity, you will be His, fully Blessed.

AMEN

Let our hearts be lit, as a town lit for Christmas, though we can never match the light that He brought us, the Light of Eternal Life.

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Holy Blessing
By Arley Steinhour 121311

Today was quite a day, dear lord,
Frosty, foggy, white ground cover, day,
My Handy-man here, to fix a board,
Me on my P C, with plenty to say.

E-mails forwarded, almost twenty,
Faith discussion, Rapture, yes or no,
Four, donation solicitation, a plenty,
Forgot lunch, with so much on the go.

I Praised you as I woke up, late,
I'm surprised I could sleep till Ten,
Your blessings help me to create,
To your Glory, when I 'take up Pen.'

I'm told I need Tongues to speak,
To show I'm Reborn with Holy Spirit,
And if I can't Pray in unknown cheek,
I'm told Heaven won't let me near it.

Is it possible, by chance, you gave,
I somehow missed the catch,
And I'll forever be Satan's slave,
If unknown Tongues I cannot hatch?

I know you are, God and Savior, mine,
I repent my wayward life, and ways,
You've saved my life, time after time,
I long to be with you, through eternal days.

Someone doesn't know the rules,
To tell another that they aren't 'Saved,'
For not having 'Tongues' speaking tools,
Award from Holy Spirit, if He staved

For Sixty years, penning poetry, I had no time,
Listening to my banter, like swallowing a pill,
On a Forum blog, one day, my typing took on rhyme,
Since then, Praising in Poetry, has been my skill.

Thank you, Holy Spirit, for the Blessing you gave me.
I try so very hard to speak my part,
Poetic Praise, to God on High, could be,
My 'Tongues' you use to reach another's heart.
AMEN

Keep your feet dry, and your hair well trimmed, if you want to look good in the paper.
Taking the right lane, when 'racing' without Him, gets you banned for trying this caper.

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Blue to True
By Arley Steinhour 121311

Father God, Peace on Earth,
Two Thousand years with naught,
When, dear Lord will we live free,
From war, and the pain it's brought?

Today, we have the same pain to feel,
With all the suffering, and turmoil,
It's like the weight of the Milling wheel,
We cannot escape nor foil.

Our Faith in you, is all we own,
The enemy seems to win,
Like sour notes on the xylophone,
More and more, man lives in sin.

So many seem to have 'Fallen Away,'
No longer family through thick and thin,
Harping on the differences, with sway,
Condemning others, as they should have been.

We live in a time of Sodom's Sin,
In this time of Faith astray,
We chase the Hounds of Hell within,
Sinful pleasure gained any way.

There is an upward story-line,
Walk into the den of lion,
Knowing all will come out fine,
Trusting in the God of ZION.

He Loves us all, so very much,
He sent His Son to die,
To pay Redemption price for us,
In His care, we'll never cry.

This Christmas, please,
as you open up your heart,
Look to God, on bended knees,
In His Family, become a part.

AMEN

When we ponder what our God has done, to teach us how to choose,
Mortal life gives us a hint of hell, With Jesus, we cannot lose.

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Casting Praise
By Arley Steinhour 121511

What a wonderful day, to wake in the morn,
With you on my heart and mind,
Beats grouchy waking, all full of scorn,
Joyous, I greet you in-kind.

I turned off my Bible, that teaches all night,
I ponder the truths I recall,
Subliminal teaching is subconscious flight,
Wish I could remember it all.

So, here I lay, in my own lazy way,
No sunlight outside of my window,
Prepared to enjoy this wonderful day,
Soon as my head is off my Pillow.

Dear Father God, you know my routine,
Like so many millions, It's focused on you,
As we raise in the morning before sun is seen,
We offer Praise to our Father, so true.

Breakfast completed, an hour gone by,
Pancake and egg, sunny side shining,
It's off to the office to talk about you,
To any who'll listen to my praise-opining.

Some days, when there's nobody there,
Or they're home, but not listening to me,
I share with the air, off to where I don't care,
I know, you're there with them, for me.

There soon comes a day, when old folk like me,
With our wrinkles, and thin graying hair,
Won't be right there, when they finally can see,
They're surrounded by the wisdom, we share.

That dim light we offer, may show them the way,
As they look very hard for the answers so clear,
You have been there beside them, every day,
With their Repentance, You remove all their fear.

The day seems to be waning, sun setting soon,
It took me a while, this Praise to complete,
With my time-outs, stumbles and mumbles,
I cast this praise poem, with love at your feet.
AMEN

Behold the King, who will rule the earth, for a thousand years, and more.
His First reception, went not well, but His second coming, will be another story.

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Old Mans Confession
By Arley Steinhour 121511

I am well, as He determines I be,
with my penchant of feeling sorry for me,
My body is tired, and my heart skips a few,
but that’s normal when I think of you.

Remember my love on this Christmas season,
Keep it surrounding all of you, with His love,
I am so looking forward to graduation,
I’m constantly looking for Him, up above.

There is little, I have, for this mortality,
My body has run out of miles, of late
So, please don’t expect me to make you see,
I can’t die, but can, only, graduate.

I was of the deep understanding,
That the Rapture would take me away,
Perhaps that was me just grandstanding,
And, He’s scheduled me for an earlier day.

What-ever His Will, it be Done,
Tribulation stands clear, soon to be,
For I am his son, only one,
When this world is upside down, yessiree.

Please tell you Mom, that I love her,
I never stopped, through all that time,
I now need to focus on His cover,
Any day, for me, would be fine.

Don’t know where I missed, on my calling,
Perhaps I was blinder than thought,
Like a tree in the forest, that’s falling,
There’s silence if a hearer is naught.

Only God knows, if I’m His, or a Tare,
He’ll let me know, when I’m Home,
At Bema Judgment I’ll be standing there,
Do I fly, or be sent to Satan’s home.

Some say I am lost if in doubt,
Some say, only He knows the score,
I only know, that I’d like to shout,
As He signals me ‘Right,’ to His door.

AMEN

What breath I have left, let it sound the shofar, to alert my dear God, I am True, Without a blemish, through His Holy Blood, with enough left over for you.

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Worry Hope Praise Birth
By Arley Steinhour 121811

I'm setting at my Bible Box, a. k. a, P. C,
Seeking the words, to speak my heart,
Thinking of a way to offer Praise to thee,
With this crazy world all torn apart.

The melodies that the people sing,
The hatreds running wild and hot,
Silent Night, and Decking Halls, do ring,
There's war brewing, like coffee in a pot.

The Birth of you, dear Jesus, Lord,
You are watching us from above,
We soon will see those of Satan's Hoard,
Spewing Hatred, and Death, not Love.

In You, we find the strength and reason,
We celebrate your Manger Birth,
With Satan's spawn, causing Tribulation,
Your rescue, takes Sin from off this Earth.
Only your rescue can stop Sin on this Earth.

Plows from swords, we have War no more,
All evil is completely locked away,
A Thousand year reign, from shore to shore,
You present to your faithful, the Eternal Day.

Blessings beyond any man's wildest dream,
You lead us to green pasture, and still water,
We need that eternity, or so it would seem,
To take-in all you give, to son and daughter.

Back from the promise, I speak now of today,
No matter the hazard, celebrating your birth,
Tribulation worries, set aside for short stay,
We Praise your Birth, for all we are worth.

Merry Christmas, to all, Christmas Day,
AMEN

May we remove our hands, from our head-parts, and witness what is going on in our world, so I won't feel like I'm the only one, concerned about those still not of His fold.

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Two Reasons
By Arley Steinhour 121811

Silent night, Holy night,
Stars are shining oh so bright,
Wish I may, Wish I might,
Celebrate your Birth, tonight.

All around, the Angels sing,
You arrived with a wedding ring,
For your people, waiting there,
Suffering under Slavery care.

Romans ruling, with the sword,
Jews can only seek the Lord,
God, on High, the Holy One,
Heard their prayer, and sent His Son.

A pregnant maid, who'd known no man,
Gave Virgin birth, just as God did plan ,
The Adam 'Sin,' to Him a stranger,
Emmanuel, born in lowly manger.

One way could He pay the required,
Redemptive Price, that 'Sin be Retired,'
Satan thought war won, at the Cross,
Resurrected Death, assured Satan's Loss.

God came to earth, for what only He could do,
Showing mankind that He Loves us True,
He came for reasons known only to Him,
Knowledge of which, filled His cup to the brim;

Mortality, He'd never known the sensation,
His birth, free from Sin, completed Creation.
Jesus didn't just come, to redeem Sinful Ways,
He came to close gaps, in His God Given Days.

So, celebrate His lowly Birth,
Keep Love for him in your heart,
Fill the celebration with joy and mirth,
He returns soon, to us and His Earth.
AMEN

God, the Spirit, God the Man, closes the circle of HIS Holy Plan.

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LIFE And DEATH Choices
By: Arley W Steinhour

I'm Old, and Fat, ready for Heaven,
Retired from 'Navy Blue,'
I've sailed the Seas of Worldly Seven,
With little prejudice, to ever Chew.

Today, I saw a video, I would rather miss,
Staged, so all around would cheer,
A female sailor plant a juicy kiss,
Upon her female lover, free and clear.

My Bible says that cannot be
This is Abomination
there stirred within my heart of hearts,
I live in a 'Sodom' nation.

Man thinks the Law that God declares,
no longer fits our station,
Man can change and arrange God's Chairs,
Reject Godly Domination.

My heart sings out in agony,
So many souls be lost,
Faith through Jesus, sets us free,
Many won't count rejection's cost.

The time of Tribulation, 'Great,'
Be knocking at the door,
Choice made by man, determines 'Fate,'
We be Saved, or Satan's whore.

The Trumpet call is blaring loud,
Prophetic Signs, abound,
Repent, and seek Jesus in the cloud,
Or in Heaven, be never found.

Those who accept what God does not,
Christ Jesus, they do refuse,
Face the gate, where Flames burn Hot,
Eternal Torment, As you choose.

God doesn't judge His people, No,
Each determines their own fate,
God provides which place we go,
Choose Wise, before too late.

Folks may think me unforgiving,
Politically incorrect,
They think there is an option living,
So Christianity they reject;

God says that we should walk away,
From those who live Abomination,
Islam says to Kill them All, so they,
Can purify their Satanation.

Refuse to see truth, then we must vent,
From the Wilderness, cry: REPENT

AMEN

My timing isn't perfect, since His Birth we do celebrate,
so please excuse my heavy heart, to save a soul is never late.
Merry Christmas to One and All,
Jesus, the Perfect Gift, to 'Self,'
and any who will listen

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Christmas Thoughts 2011
By Arley Steinhour 122311

With Christmas just two days away,
On your heartstrings, I would play;

Let us all, rejoice and sing,
When we see our God, and King,

As we meet Him in the sky,
Rain tears of joy, from every eye.

Pain and suffering, left below,
Brand new bodies we all show,

Angels sing, as we arrive,
Never felt so much alive.

A touch of sadness on the mind,
So many good folks, Left-Behind,

Sadness surely faded fast,
We are headed Home, at last.

What a present, that would be,
Perfect gift, for you and me;

Never more to cry or die,
Pain all gone, plus we can fly;

Body young, and feline fine,
Better than wedding party wine.

Jesus judges for reward,
With His blessings, we're never bored;

So many things there, we can do,
I can't imagine all, can you?

But, just in case this is not the time,
You'll just have to settle for my rhyme,

After celebrating His Birthday,
It's back on watch, until He does say,

'Hey, you down there, tired of waiting,
I'm on my way, no hesitating.'

I guess I'd better click the 'send,'
Or wait a year, this praise to spend,

The Christmas spirit, is a joy.
To everyone, Christmas 'Ahoy.'

AMEN

I'd like for Christmas a Fluffy White, with Jesus looking back at me,
In blink of eye, and Trumpet call, we're gone, no looking back, I'm Free.
How About Thee??

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Winning with God
By Arley Steinhour 122411
(author of the baseball game, unknown)

I pass along, a baseball song,
The words do sing so true,
Read the words, then sing along,
And God’s Heart-Song come singing through.

We celebrate the Reason,
That Jesus does fulfill,
To be the only true Season,
His Birth, blessed us with His Good Will.

Hark, and Herald, the Angels are singing,
Gift to man, a Blessed Birth,
Clouds astir with Angelic Winging,
Spreading Peace, upon this Earth.

We only need, look up, and pray,
God’s waiting, our reply,
By His Grace, our debt He stay,
Some refuse Him, and truly die.

There is but one, Redeeming Grace,
As we play the game to Win,
Be it baseball, or Mission Race,
Faith in Him, Grace Removing Sin.

AMEN

 

As good a sermon as you could ever find on a Sunday morning in church---nice message!!!!

THE LORD'S BASEBALL GAME

Freddy and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan 's team.

The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named 'Love.'

Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because 'Love never fails.'

The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love.

The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.

Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws.

The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Freddy and told him He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace... Freddy said, 'He sure doesn't look like much!'

Satan 's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace ...
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen! But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.

He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground;

the roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence . . for a home run!

The Lord's team won!

The Lord then asked Freddy if he knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Freddy answered that he didn't know why.

The Lord explained, 'If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love, Faith and Wisdom will get you on base but only My Grace can get you Home:

'For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast.' Ephesians 2:8-9

Psalm 84:11, 'For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly.'

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'
Phil 4:13

PS:
God arranges where we sit, at His Wedding Table, Dining,
He, of course, sets at the head, All His Glory Shining.
If you're not yet a member, of His Family,
Turn your heart to Jesus, upon a bended knee. AMEN

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A Silent Night
by Arley Steinhour 122411

A Silent Night, without a light, can make the night seem dark,
Dark enough, the silence screams, and even a dog won't bark,

The light from stars, takes on a glow, that points the way to Him,
We almost miss the place He be, the manger He fills to the brim.

We enter as on egg shells, we tip toe to His side,
Laying in a Manger, my God, eyes open wide.

The world takes on a haunting glow, as mother looks on Him,
Her lips are tight from travail this night, but Love overflows the brim.

Her cup is overflowing, our hearts do follow suit,
Rough and tough the shepherd, but still He looks so cute.

Perhaps it is the glowing light, that circles round His head,
We know it's not the manger, cause a manger ain't no bed.

There's music playing everywhere, as if coming from the rocks,
Animals have taken voice, to coral Him into Mortal flocks.

The name they choose, Ya'eshuah, much like Emmanuel,
For short they use Yeshuah, Satan missed the call from Hell.

In eight days, they circumcise, the Mortal Son of God,
To prove He is Abrahamic blood, to use the Iron 'Rod.'

From there, the dedication, of every first born Son,
But in this case, His dedication, became a Special One.

God, with us, Emmanuel, alive, right here with man,
He came to pay the terrible price, for God's most special plan.

We Faithful, who believe in the Son, are given by His Grace,
Freedom from the wage of Sin, with Him, we take a place.

So, thank you God, for redeeming me, from that I couldn't pay,
But through your gift, Redemption, I have, the Only Way.

Rest ye-well, Emmanuel, forever in my heart,
Through my Life in You, I play a worthy part. AMEN

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Countdown Two Thousand Eleven
By Arley Steinhour 122611

New Year’s Day, is on its way, with a brand new Year to go,
If it’s worse than Two thousand Eleven, I think we should forego.

The time of Tribulation, is standing on my toes,
Islam, I fear, the catalyst, that brings the world to blows.

Peace loving folks can only pray, Jesus comes real soon,
Or the space around His Alter, will surely need more room.

I've always wondered from where the Martyrs came,
Beneath the Alter crying, so many without name;

I think I know the answer, and who may be to blame,
They, who hate Christians and Jews, to their eternal shame.

The shame that wrests, from Earth, God's peace,
Seed of Abraham, but with a Spotted Fleece;

Four thousand years of hatred, filled,
Covers earth, with man's blood spilled.

Soon, at our door, a day called 'War,' no More,
With little time remaining, to fill Prophetic Score;

Two Thousand and Twelve, the world won't end,
But, play major part, we may well depend,

With flashing rockets, falling bombs, morality undone,
We find the Season, Sin and Time become, Moribund.

AMEN

Fully mounted, ready to ride,
From her embrace, no one can hide.
Her Bull will make mince-meat of you,
God's faithful survive, but only a few.
How about you?

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Three Days in Hell
By Arley Steinhour 122911

A Christian sister, asked me the following, and I gave her my opinion/understanding, and offer to you, as Food for Thought:

(Question): When Christ was crucified He descended into the depths of the earth. WHY???
I'm thinking that those who died b/4 his death that would have gone to heaven but without his death for the forgiveness of our sins that was they had been sent That He went to get them to take to heaven with Him.


My Answer, my words/thoughts: The answer to your question requires study and understanding, that I had to rely on the experts for, but did follow the references as were available, and agree with what they deductulated. I will mostly paraphrase, so this won’t run into book length:
The primary key is: ‘ Joh 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. ‘ ‘...but by me’ the key. Jesus (God) was being Jesus (mortal teacher) for the first time, so, as the experts tend to believe, only Enoch, and Elijah’s souls were taken before God, prior to the Birth of Christ, for permanent residence, that is. Even (as I understand) Moses slept with the ‘Fathers,’ awaiting the “Messiah/Key to the Door of Heaven, ‘Jesus,’ “ to be able to accept any ‘Pre-Jesus’ Jewish Saints (so to speak), and allow Heavenly abode.
Upon His Death, Mat 27:51-53 explains a lot, but one needs to chronologocalisize (my rendition of the word) the events: As Jesus died, the veil was rent (TOP to bottom (very important as no man can tear material six inches thick, especially from God’s side/edge, downward, to man’s side/edge. The graves of the ‘Saints’ (Old Testament Saints, and even new ‘believers in Jesus,’ who may have managed to die before Jesus died), were ‘Opened’ (something like the marking of the Barley, for the ‘Wave Offering’ conducted on First Fruits morning (Sunday/Resurrection/Harvest, celebration at sunrise (apx 6AM)) ... and then the kicker: ‘When He arose (Sunday before Sunrise), they arose,’ and were seen walking around town until Jesus ascended to the Father, at which time, He took the OT Saints Home, to Heaven (the same moment that the High Priest would ‘Wave’ the Omer of Barley, before God, before the Temple). All those centuries of practice, and the High Priest still didn’t understand he was waving to Jesus and the Saints, as they ascended to the Father. (I get Goose-bumps just typing about it,,,Ha)
Prior to Jesus paying the Redemption Price, on the Cross, those who died, went to Hell (so to speak), which had two sides (part on one side of the bottomless chasm, and part on the other side), with one side ‘Paradise,’ where was residing/waiting, Abraham, Noah, Adam, Eve, Abel, Isaac, Jacob, etcetera etcetera, and so on, with the ‘other’ side being a place of extreme torment (but not the Lake of Fire used at Great White Throne Judgment), but a place harbingering, to a hot extent, what is in store for those ‘Lost Souls,’ in the actual Lake of Fire, and Brimstone (Purest HELL, designed for Satan and the Fallen Angels, plus the Beast, and False Prophet). (I have wondered, if, by chance, the First Hell, may be where ‘normal’ Lost Souls may go (pure conjecture, on my part)).
Upon His death, on the Cross, Jesus descended into Hell, and somewhere in those three nights, broke down the Gates of Brass and Iron, organized the Saints, enjoyed their worship, and made them ready to ascend Home (what I like to call ‘Graduate’), and fulfilling the celebration of First Fruits (Spring Holy-Days)
When Mary Mag. saw Jesus, thinking Him the gardener, Jesus was readying himself, and the Saints to ascent Home, and is why a sinful, mortal, could not touch Him, as Jesus stood before her absolutely God-Pure; or something like that///my opinion of the logicality of why she couldn’t touch Him, but later that day, could hug Him.
And, that, my dear, is my long winded way of saying, YEP, you think rightly. ::: "No one comes To the Father, But 'By' ME," said He, so succinctly all can see, like you and me.

Not exactly poetry, but heart-praise filled. I hope my words make sense.

GRAND OPENING, just three days after I die on the Cross, for your SIN-DEBT, read the sign above His head, on that CROSS (or words to that effect). It Now Stands Open for you and I, so there is no waiting, when we die, or 'fly.' AMEN

[navyblue]

Twenty Twelve
© By: Arley W Steinhour


This video Rings so loud and clear,
It warms my heart with love,
With Twenty-Twelve so very near,
I Pray this video to God above.



To the video, I can only add: AMEN
To One and All, I can but say: Happy New Year

Arley

PS: I wish I had the email address of every living soul on earth, but, alas, I do not. I can pray, however, that all, on my list, will share with all on your list, so the world can feel the love and warmth included within, this video, and our hearts.

[navyblue]

Glee Beer Knee Cheer 2011
By Arley Steinhour 123111

A brand new year is coming,
Worldwide it's mostly here,
The one we leave is humming,
With pain and suffering all this year;

Storm, and Quaking, of Mother Earth,
Travail, now in full persuasion,
Heralds soon coming, Tribulation birth,
For man, a Satanic Rule occasion;

Pain can only amplify,
As man suffer Prophetic loss,
Church gone, that did exemplify,
Leaves behind a number, yet not dross.

There will be a chance for every-one,
To turn their heart to God on High,
Through His Only Begotten Son,
And the 'Second Death,' not die.

The 'End of World,' that some claim,
With much horror for man, forecast,
Are known well, so I won't name,
Say, 'End Time will happen fast.'

The Bible tends to somewhat agree,
Except this is not the Earth's defeat,
Two Thousand Twelve, may well be,
Separation harvest, of Tare and Wheat.

We've suffered minor 'Labor Pain,'
Many Thousands, dead, and lost,
Property, Destroyed on every plain,
Incomprehensible the cost.

Look forward to Tribulation increase,
Look not backward with distain,
Soon, half of man's lives will cease,
Sadly, many to feel Hell's Pain.

In Two Thousand Twelve, will this be true,
I can't say yes or no,
I can only offer up to you,
It's your 'Choice,' to where you go.

Please celebrate the New Year Glee,
With something other than Cold Beer,
Before you celebrate, bend your knee,
Fill your heart with Salvation Cheer.

AMEN

Twenty-Four times God will see, the celebration of New Year,
Forward looking, to a better time, must be with Stoic Cheer.

[navyblue]

Not Quite Over
By Arley Steinhour 010212

Shalom, this morning, as we speed away, from year Two-Thousand, Eleven.
I opened up the online news, and found the world is still full of Leaven,
Dead birds Falling, Dead fish floating, Volcano mouths open wide,
Read it at theextinctionprotocol.wordpress.com/ for the ride.

I sent my Chicken Little suit, out for feathers new,
Just so I could keep on sending, real good news to you,
I call it good, since God’s in Event Control,
And, those not Born Again, need dig a hole;

Events are on horizon, like about two feet away,
Earth be shaking, Sun-spots baking, no safe place to stay,
Our only safety, came from Jesus Christ, in his guarantee,
We are bound to suffer Hell, unless He sets us free.

We need ask His forgiveness, in Repentant prayer,
Salvation, His Free Gift to us, so Eternity we may share.
Go, tell your friends and neighbors, don’t forget your family,
We all can go to Heaven, to be with Him, Eternally.

I ask you, Lord, bless what I have said,
May every soul hear, then nod their head,
The race is almost over, finish line ahead,
Those who refuse Salvation, truly will be dead.

You’re closing out the punishment, that Adam laid on man,
Repossessing Satan’s property, another part of plan,
To do away with all things bad, like Sin, and prideful sleight of hand,
Only, Love and Good things from you, will occupy Your Land.

With heart in hands, Praise on lips, I send this prayer to you,
On behalf of all who live, upon this Orb so Blue,
That every Soul will join this prayer, as Spirit fills their heart,
Then, I can leave mortality, knowing I have done my part.

AMEN

Anyone for a catastrophic Fish Fry??; How about a few thousand Black Bird Pies??; Perhaps it's just a Warning?? Hard to say, but it has my attention.