Praise and Poetry

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Vacation 101
By Arley Steinhour 051812
(Day 41 of Omer, Lyyar 26, 5772)

Vacation is for Remembering and for Fun,
Not for mulling, sad things, on the run,
Turn radio on loud, and vocal be one,
Smiling, and waving, it sure can be fun.

Wave to the birds that are flying by,
Watch for problems, that meet the eye,
What you've seen, in quarter of hour,
Is more than a full day, using horse-power.

Look Up, Down, Left, and Right,
Forward, and Backward, with caution to spare,
Attitude as if something might bite,
You never know when a gremlin is there.

Try to outwit, bad things on the road,
Family don't want you in hospital care,
Pretend you're hauling a most precious load,
Delivering, safely, and with them to share.

Drive with your window, opened up wide,
Should you have bad thoughts, as you go,
Inhale deeply, and spit them outside,
Soon to have only good thoughts to know.

Enjoy the ride, and treat yourself good,
Quit acting as if your heart is of wood,
the life that you have, you get only one,
Prep-school for Eternity, Son-of-a-gun.

Those people in Jesus, whenever road ends,
Know where they're going, in the next life,
Without Jesus' assurance that He'll defend,
It's hard to be happy, in this Sin filled strife.

Consider, before you continue life's ride,
There's so many things to avoid,
It seems impossible, from them to hide,
Protection in Jesus, makes Satan annoyed.
AMEN

You'll need more horse-power than this,
If you want to outrun a horse,
No way to stop at the edge of abyss,
With your foot holding wheel on, or worse.

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My Pink Slime Dime
By Arley Steinhour 051912
(Day 42 if Omer, Lyyar 27, 5772)

Far too soon, there comes the day,
When Pink Slime will be a treat,
The lucky people who find a way,
To obtain, will be eating meat.

The other folks, on hunger's list,
Must scrounge, and dig for worms,
A clean drink, be from morning mist,
Hunger so deep, we'll eat germs.

The wall, has writing on it,
Soon, food-well may run dry,
Starve until your clothes don't fit,
God's Prophecy doesn't lie.

Pink Slime is, yes, finely-ground,
Pieces of unwanted critter parts,
normally fed to dogs at Pound,
That dine with happy hearts.

Processes, now perfected,
Makes it pleasing to the eye,
Quite tasty, when exacted,
In a blended Burger pie.

Pink Slime, to mean: 'detestable,'
Extends what we think 'quality,'
Burger-meat so to be able,
To feed more people, handily.

Nutrition loss is Zero,
Burger firm when cooked,
Until a Chefish-Nero,
Called it 'Slime,' and then 'Booked.'

Fresh made it looks detestable,
No one would fry a tube of it,
Or place it on the table,
Nor be hungry where they sit.

So, let the experts mix the meat,
Into a blend that pleases eye,
Unless you refuse to ever eat,
Another Burger pie.

Perhaps that's why I am fat, today,
I remember deep starvation,
Before Birthday 'One' could ever play,
I was blessed by the Depression.

Should you have no memory,
Of hunger, while cold in bed,
You're part of 'Blessed' history,
Try saying 'Blended, cooked' instead.
AMEN

Firm and Round, plus fully cooked,
The Hamburger is here to stay,
Now that Pink Slime has you spooked,
Price should soar, most any day.

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Inspired by
Graduation of my Grandson
Dalton J. Steinhour
High School, Arapahoe, Nebraska U.S.A.
Blessed by God's Son

Day of the Sun Son
By Arley Steinhour 052012
(Day 43 of Omer, Lyyar 28, 5772)

Today's, the day to follow the Sun,
As it eclipses in the sky,
Today's, the day to follow the Son,
As a diploma comes, by and by.

Above, we see the sky go dark,
On stage, a light begin to shine,
Perhaps a sign, like Noah's Ark,
Better yet, 'Opening of a mind.'

Eclipse comes, and Eclipse goes,
To mark what our God has to say,
To mortal mind, nobody knows,
Burn dimly, or shine bright as day.

A Student of the Bible will know,
If the Eclipse is part of a Story,
Day by day, the mind will show,
Static, or bound for Glory.

So, keep the watch, faithful today,
We have both shows to view,
God's Sun above, our Son's day,
Not again will both happen to you.

For me it is my Grandson, true,
For you, relative, son, or daughter,
Enjoy Sun and Son, with a sky true blue,
Praise God, for His Sons redeeming slaughter.

AMEN

Tip the head far to the left, you see a smiley face,
Tip the head some to the right, see a frown in place,

Graduating, after twelve, can be a lot like that,
Set the world on fire, or be Casey at the Bat.

It's not what you get, or see, but what you do with it.
Every life day has reward, learn something, get a hit.

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Hallelujah Happy
By Arley Steinhour 052012
(Day 43 of Omer, Lyyar 28, 5772)

Sing Hallelujah, come on, be happy,
Put your tired Blues away,
Jesus, with O K from Pappy,
Comes to Snatch Church Bride away.

There won't be any fanfare,
Unsaved won't know event,
Why we're gone, they won't care,
Maybe wonder where we went.

Grab your prayer shawl, make it snappy,
Take position on the knees, today,
Jesus, wants to Snatch us all,
From Satan, take us All away.

That would make for much fanfare,
No unsaved found that day,
Satan, the only one to care,
No one, with which to play.

Our Praising, and our Dancing,
Will fill Royal Heart of God,
In Heaven, we'll be Prancing,
Never needed, the Iron Rod.

So, tell the friend and neighbor,
Even those you do not know,
Salvation's through Sons Labor,
Redemption free, for all below.

However, should a soul refuse,
Redemption price Son paid, for all,
Condemns them to Hell's abuse,
Torment, the Ultimate Fall.

AMEN
[They'll not get this mortal chance, again]

Like David danced, bringing in the Arc,
Raise your arms, your voice, and dance,
Praising Faith generates much spark,
Like lightening, Love God, light the dark.

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Beginning of Wisdom
By Arley Steinhour 052212
(Day 45 of Omer, Lyyar 30, 5772 [here])

God did it all in ordered way,
So we can understand,
With Creation, He didn’t play,
Everything is so well planned.

The words He speaks, in Bible,
Have meaning, or is not said,
So His perfection, born in ‘Stable,’
Came with no bed, for His head.

Please read the words included,
In the article, here, below,
Know, our wisdom has only started,
In all that we need know.

We could study God’s way, daily,
Crack of dawn, until sun-set,
Mind can’t wrap around the tally,
Of what we need know, but haven’t yet.

Prelude to Wisdom, He wants us learn,
Our job, is to do our very best,
We open mind, to let his wisdom burn,
And, our God will do the rest.

AMEN:



Original Message:

God's Accuracy

Fascinating, I've never given most of this a thought!!!!

God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.

For example:

-the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days;

-those of the canary in 14 days;

-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;

-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days;

-those of the mallard in 35 days;

-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days.

(Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!)

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an eleph ant... The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction.. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs... For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily.

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first.

A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first.

How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains.

-Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind.

-Each orange has an even number of segments.

-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.

-Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains.

-Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.

-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather.

All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundred fold - all even numbers.

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure, 'Empty.'

Only the One, Who made the brain and the heart, can successfully guide them to a profitable end.

I HOPE YOU FIND THIS AS FASCINATING AS I DID

.....WOW!!!!

May God Bless You, In Ways You’ve Never Even Dreamed, Today, and Every Day! AMEN

Oh, Lord, the joy of being old,
To have Time, your word to read,
Each time I learn more, new and bold,
As I plow verse, you sew more seed.

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Lamb and Lion
By Arley Steinhour 052312
(Day 46 of Omer, Sivan 1, 5772)

Heaven's Gate, soon opens wide,
The key be fully turned,
Soon, all believers pass inside,
Holy Spirit path is learned.

To understand, God's Prophecy,
Lamb and Lion, good place to start,
Day by day, God's Truth you'll see,
As you, Better, will know your part.

God's Son, Jesus, soon to come,
Bride to Snatch-away,
Believers all, denote the Sum,
Who disappear, that day.

The 'Born Again,' and Spirit Led,
Have their Ticket/Pass, on forehead,
Eternal with Jesus, plate, and bed,
As God's Word has always said.

The Church, or Bride, whatever,
Plays a unique role in Prophecy,
Be with God Forever, and Ever,
In New Jerusalem, where Sin can't be.

Your Ticket/Pass is Paid-for,
By Jesus, the Son, with Blood,
Only through Him, the path is plaid,
Adopted, as God's Royal Brood.

AMEN

Jesus, the Lamb, The Sacrifice,
Pure enough to save Mankind,
The Only Means, our Way to Splice,
No other Way, To Heaven, we Find.

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ROCK at the TOP
By Arley Steinhour 052312
(Day 46 of Omer, Sivan 1, 5772)

Dick Clarks house is up for Sale,
Unique, is a usable term,
Fred Flintstone, and Barney would Pale,
Green Home at the top of the Berm.

I’d love to live there,
And yet, NOT,
Too clean to bear,
The junk I’ve got.

I’d chew my fingers,
To the Bone,
The great View lingers,
Not for the ‘Alone.’

An Icon, I will never be,
Nor have an Icon, Family,
We love to live our lives free,
Without House payment misery.

First time I fell,
And rolled down the hill,
I’d experience well ‘Cactus Hell,’
Needing more than Aspirin pill.

Dick Clark always had a youthful look,
His home, shines with longevity,
Just living there would author many a book,
In the fantastic things to see.

I hope to see Dick ‘M-C-ing’ the Dance,
As we Flash-Dance before God’s Throne,
Alive and Healthy, our legs will Prance,
Praising God, Ever More, He alone.

AMEN

1-bedroom, 2-baths, Cactus embattlements all down-hill; Views fantastic three hundred and sixty, ocean, mountains, and city quiet and still. I would have a problem, that high there's not much air. Ha. only $3.5M

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WHEAT or TARE
By Arley Steinhour 053512
(Day 47 of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)

Barak Obama, doesn't lie,
He in-sin-u-ate,
Twisting words, sweet as pie,
That some folk over-rate.

We think, he's saying one thing,
As he looks us in the eye,
A gifted talker, he dulls the sting,
Of what sober men call a lie.

Teleprompters, before his face,
He's glib as he can be,
Written prompting, not in place,
He buzzes, like a bee.

I pray he thinks he has the way,
To solve our country's blues,
He states the Rich should only pay,
The money, Poor Folk use.

The Middle class, is no more,
Wiped out by regulation news,
Cost of business, locked the door,
Now poor, they too, sing the blues.

The 'One Percent,' abandon ship,
They take their 'Cheese,' and flee,
Leave behind not one Welfare chip,
It's starvation time for you and me.

Some call it Socialism,
Fascism, or Communism,
Free men now in 'prison,'
Mom's no longer Mommy.

Many feel he's doing right,
Seems the world hates U S A,
Too soon, we cannot fight the fight,
Then, World Subjugation becomes the Play.

the man we call the President,
Inherited quite a mess,
He took the rod, off he went,
Gambled away the Rent.

We the People, we did err,
Not the first mistake we've made,
The thing that makes me shiver,
Is if a Second Term card is played.

The above is my opinion,
Bill of rights does say I may,
Speak my heart, even if onion,
When we vote, We'll know who to pay.

AMEN

(PS: Shavuot/Pentecost starts at full Sunset, Saturday, in Israel/Jerusalem just after 8: PM, [high-noon, CST, USA] and will be complete Sunday Sunset, Israel/Jerusalem.) This is the season when the 'Wheat, and Tare' can be harvested, and separated, one 'taken,' to the Barn, and the other, 'bundled,' for the Flame.
A thought.
(Which are you??)

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Parable of the Harvest
By Arley Steinhour 052612
(Day 49 of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)

Prepare yourself, in Spirit,
Shavuot, is 'Day of Separation,'
The Prophecy, now hear it,
Harvested Wheat, from every Nation.

For Two Thousand years, now,
Wheat and Tare, grown together,
Harvest time, just before the plow,
Wheat to Barn, and Tare to 'Nether.'

Matthew Thirteen, Twenty and Four,
Complete in Thirteen, Thirty,
Shares with man when God's at the door,
As Time gets down, to being 'Sodom-dirty.'

Two Thousand years, plus many more,
Jew, and Gentile, have crushed God's heart,
We live in Sin, reject Him, shore to shore,
Not thinking, we play Satan's part.

This very day, is just like that,
Without Faith, we love to play,
Not knowing, we be Casey at bat,
About to Strike-out, any day.

We, seek Harvest, at the ready,
They, the Tare, too, oh-so glad,
We of Faith, in Him, be Steady,
Tares believe that 'Good is Bad.'

Did you read through the stories Jest,
Do you see what Jesus really said,
One time of year, can be 'the Harvest,'
Sending Wheat and Tare, to proper bed.

The Tare, cannot be taken, first,
Wheat, can't be harvested last,
Both, together, yield the 'thirst,'
Season of growth has fully past.

Tare can't make, or be, one grain of Wheat,
Wheat knows exactly where they'll be,
To the Fire, Tare, screaming 'you mistreat,'
Wheat, Home with God, Joyous Eternity.

AMEN

Shavuot, As I finished typing,
We had about an hour to go,
I send this for your liking,
So you might find, what I don't know.

Your Word is a Lamp upon our feet, and a Light unto our path.
May our reading be a daily treat, and with Spirit, free from Wrath.

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Shavuot Celebration
By Arley Steinhour 052712
(Day 50, of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)
[Day of 'Counting,' Feast of God]

The silence of the morning,
lay upon my waking ear,
Soft hum of Conditioner, moaning,
In this, fresh hot time of year.

Sunlight fills the window pane,
Through sky, so crisp and blue,
At least, for hour, be no rain,
Praying for ways to glorify you.

In Jerusalem, until Sunset,
We're deep in Shavuot,
Discharging Harvest Vent,
Saving Wheat, from Tare (or 'goat').

You told Apostles a firm 'Do not,
Remove Tare from crop of wheat,
Until Harvest, when Angels cut the lot,
To salvage, God's last bit of Salvation meat.'

The Tare, well tied, and set aside,
To feed to the Fires of Hell,
Wheat inside Barn, for Heaven ride,
God's Blessing, All Sin, now Repel.

Soon, your Harvest is complete,
the question, one might ask,
Repentance Grace, no more entreat,
Naught left but Sin-Judging-Task.

Today, our Congregation heart,
Conjoin, to worship you,
Celebration of your Harvest,
That keeps us 'Fat,' and True.

The 'Binders,' soon be finished,
Tare then taken away,
Thrown in the Fire, be punished,
Redeemed, to Worship Eternal DAY.

AMEN

Look, real close, you'll see the 'Tare,'
A tad taller than Wheat, when ripe,
Early removal, Death, wheat would share,
At Harvest, Tare can't hide it's 'Stripe.'

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Memorial

To All Veterans, who hear a knell,
Vet's like me, alive,
Join the prayer, for those who fell,
Never more to 'strive.'

May Freedom Ring,
From Sea to Sea,
The peace they bring,
Protecting, you and me.

Considering,
The weight on his back,
the pressure on his psyche,
and the pain in his Spirit,
If He can take time to pray, shouldn't we??

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Memorial Q and A
By Arley Steinhour 052812
(Day after Shavuot, Sivan 7, 5772)

Do we live today like any day,
Or in reverence have heart at half-mast,
I think I know what they would say,
"We gave you freedom, no heart down-cast."

The fight goes on, war after war,
No end to tyrants greed for control,
Freedom isn't near, nor far,
But, what you have, when Church-bells toll.

When a Religion, has the power,
To 'mandate,' theirs be the 'Only Way,'
They force upon man the final hour,
When our True God comes to have His Say.

Only then, my heart does feel,
War will be no more,
The god of hate, no more can steal,
Anyone behind the bloodstained door.

Until the God, of one and all,
Who 'Loves us,' everyone,
Judges Satan to his fall,
Eden be regained, 'through the Son.'

Pray, that time is 'at the door,'
For the sake of all mankind,
Especially for the 'Fallen,' of war,
And Love for ALL, may we ALL, find.

AMEN

May hearts sing, for what they gave,
Freedom for us, for them, the grave.
Fly heart and flag high in the sky,
Let them know they are 'Blessed, in our eye.'
(But for the grace of God, there, stands my son)

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We TOO
By Arley Steinhour 052912

What they do, in this clip,
I couldn’t do with what I flew,
We flew the bottom called a ship,
Submarine, the name we knew.

To fly high above the water,
That, we tried hard not to do,
What made us go, not propeller,
For lack of better word, called a ‘Screw.’

Quietly, and out of sight,
We plied the things we do,
Like pilots, did all things right,
Defending Country, that means You.

AMEN

We remember
Pilots will love this! AND SO DO I



Diesel-Electric, way back when,
Of Deep-Six movie/action fame,
Until went to 'Nuc,' and Then,
Deep-Sixty, was our game.
(Photo of USS Capitaine SS-336, my first 'SS' ride)

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Growing Season
By Arley Steinhour 053112

We ask your blessing, Dear, Father God,
May you bless this prayer and praise,
From this land where Freedom has trod,
Now badly deserving your Iron Rod.

Summer quarter, now your season,
Garden crops sprouted from earth,
To relax our hand, much like treason,
As Fruit and Vegetables, now give birth.

The job of feeding one and all,
Seems never to have an end,
When one thinks all is in the stall,
Next season starts right at the bend.

You give your faithful, extra bounty,
For our needs, and so much more,
For widow, and children, we have plenty,
But, For lazy, we now need show the door.

Those, we see, with well fed girth,
Be from one of two positions,
Hard working Old, enjoying fat and mirth,
And Welfare lazy, living family traditions.

Some folk's employment lost, not whole,
A time in life, when jobs are few,
We render aid to that injured soul,
For strength to find something they can do.

Today, we seem to be at a juncture,
Where those who pay, are in the hole,
As the earner is becoming fewer,
Are those, now, in need of a helping pole.

The poor, the weak, the lazy,
Now overwhelm the working class,
Some, demanding more, so crazy,
Fatigue makes worker leave in mass.

Hard workers look for greener grass,
They tire of being stolen from,
Company owners, cover their a**.ets,
Incentive to do, no longer has form.

Dear God, from We the People,
We need your saving Grace,
From Harbor pier, to Steeple,
We are far behind the race.

So many illegal, and lazy people,
Care not, 'Cash-udder,' is almost dry,
No one comes to Sunday Chapel,
Without you, this Nation will die.

We of Faith know, only too well,
Without Jesus, we'd live in Hell,
For, this country's restraining power,
Must pass, to allow Tribulation hour.

We need be, each day, on knee,
May the reader join this prayer to thee,
To supplicate your blessing on all,
So Satan's rule, can truly Fall.
AMEN

If things keep going as they are,
This scene may not be seen no more;
High paying job may help buy a fancy car,
Without food, starvation, be right at the 'door.'

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Praise and Glory
By Arley Steinhour 060312

Praise and Glory to you, Dear God,
On this, Sunday Sabbath day,
We worship true, without the Rod,
With you, we stay and pray.

I'm sitting here, heart humming,
Just doing my praising thing,
With you, my prayerful communing,
Trying Psalms of David to sing.

The quiet of this Sunny day,
Except the hum of the refer,
Makes my heart, to you say,
My love keeps getting deeper;

How deep, I'm not rightly sure,
A bottom for it isn't there,
Every day, it is more pure,
Holding all that I can share.

The world is spinning ever along,
Mankind wails bemoaning song,
Crying to you that all is wrong,
In sin-filled heart, you won't belong.

Soon, you come to separate,
The lover and the hater,
Through 'Choice,' we then segregate,
Without a 'See you later.'

Those who chose to love you,
Have new home with the Son,
Basking in your Glory, true,
Never more, need burning Sun.

Haters, too, have eternal abode,
In Lake where Fallen Angels go,
Enduring flame, the Torment load,
Choice made, Condemned, Below.

AMEN

In this life, we all must make,
The choices of handling our 'penny,'
Bad choice will make earth shake,
Good choice, Blessed Reward, So-Many.

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Curtain Call
By Arley Steinhour 060512

Trumpet of God, does some confound,
Somehow, that thought confuses me,
Jew and Gentile both, hear the sound,
Of God's Trumpet, that make us free.

Around this world, so sinful,
God's orchestra is Tuning-up,
To play the notes, No-Way mournful,
As Bridegroom does 'Snatch-us-UP.'

Jews expect, to see 'Arrival,'
To show them who He be,
Christians expect, to see 'Survival,'
As Bride, and member of Son's Family.

The Jew, the lesson, soon to learn,
Two Thousand years of blinded pride,
Messiah's coming, was for all that yearn,
Sin Redemption, to the Cross, applied.

The time of Gentile, treading the Mount,
Where God's Temple once stood in Glory,
Once again, soon, see Temple to Fount,
Denoting time of last chapter, of Sin story.

A Thousand years, Israel, God will bless,
Replacing Stone with Flesh, in Jewish heart,
Jew and Gentile revel in new happiness,
God is One, as both share their Part.

The Covenant, for all, to be Brand New,
Sin, and Satan, now long-gone,
Perfect Joy, under God's sky so Blue,
Simple movement, creates new song.

The great part is, this can be had by all,
The sad part is, this will not be chosen by some,
Some hearts prefer not to hear His call,
Until the Lake of Fire becomes their home.

AMEN

And the veil of the temple was rent in twain,
Some to Loss, Some to Gain

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Good Morning God
By Arley Steinhour 060702

Dear, Father God,

This morning, as your Sun rose,
So did my lid of eye,
My heart gave birth to praying prose,
As I looked up at the sky.

'Good-Morning' prayer began to flow,
Softly crossing lips, to start,
Love emotion did wax and grow,
From my overflowing heart.

With new strength, I cast my seed,
Glorified, in my Praise to you,
Hoping you will find a need,
In a barren heart, longing to be true.

I pray your Blessing on my day,
My thoughts, my words, my deed,
That I may serve you any way,
As you fill my every mortal need.

I lift my friends and family clan,
Who suffer in loss and pain,
If not needed to your perfect plan,
You reach out with healing rain.

Wash their loss and pain away,
So they know your Seal of Love,
Strengthening, their Faith resolve, today,
To keep their focus on You, above.

Short, the season, left to man,
To reconcile, eternally, with you,
So, in your never ending plan,
Cleansed and Perfect, we be, TRUE.

AMEN

Raise Praise to God, each and every day,
Before taking up the load you bear,
God's blessings have the Right of way,
Your Love professed, with all, He'll share.

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Angel Wings
by Arley Steinhour 060912

You may think me full of Hot Air,
But I'm convinced that God is there,
Watching down upon mankind,
God's Blessings, for those, Grace does find.

Perhaps, it's brushed, and faked by man,
To play with hearts, by sleight of hand,
Real, or Fake, I don't really mind,
It still reminds me of God, the 'Perfect' Find.

Keep the watch, don't drop your eye,
Jesus comes soon, like cloud, in sky,
He'll hail, His own, with the Trump of God,
Those He takes won't need Iron Rod.

Angels, fly the sky, as cloud, like bird,
Sing only a song, saved-heart has heard,
Of Times gone by, that brings tomorrow,
Life Joy filled, with no more sorrow.

Come soon, dear Jesus, come for your Bride,
We wait for you, full lamp, arms opened wide,
Sadly, some is left behind, with tears in eyes,
As distance grows, weaker be their mournful cries.

If only, they would open their heart to you,
Accept the price you paid for all, not few,
Perhaps, they then could make the flight,
As part of Bride, be it day or night.

AMEN

I saw this Photo, and off I flew,
I felt a Poem, coming quickly through,
PC came alive, as the words I wrote,
Thirty minutes, to make word-boat float.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN,
Wish I could write-um this easy again.

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ON BEHALF of All
By Arley Steinhour 061012
Dear, Father God,
We don't know when you will return,
When you decide, many may only stare,
'Last Call, Repent now, or else Burn,'
What crosses your lips, fills the air.

I marvel at your Glory,
I marvel at your Grace,
I marvel at your Son's Story,
Redeeming the Human race.

Jesus gave new Covenant order,
To show that we've been saved,
'Show our love for one-another,
In Him, Free, as His enslaved.'

Those who worship Satan,
Believe, Christian Faith must die,
Thinking they're the godly nation,
Satan's convinced them of his lie.

He/You said, 'don't hate enemy,
But, pray their blindness gone,
Show them our love, given free,
They may see that they are wrong.'

Those of the highest order,
In Heaven, where you Rule,
Be Martyrs standing at your Alter,
To Return with you, and also rule.

You knew the ending from the start,
Each day's events, down to hour,
All involved need keep open the heart,
When you say 'Go,' we'll have the power.

Every soul conceived by man,
Has Eternal part to play,
Royal status in your Family plan,
Or, Lake of Fire Torment, sad-to-say.

AMEN

I presume to pray for all,
Even those who’ve closed their heart,
Time is short till Heaven’s call,
Choice of Torment, or His Family, a part.
Ponder, Please

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Angel on a Bench
By Arley Steinhour 061012
(Inspired by picture, by "Colours of Life")

Kindness is a type of language,
That the deaf can hear and understand,
So filled with Love, no one can gauge,
A Blind man can see a helping hand.

Alone, with love-lost bosom,
On a cold, and dreary day,
Clinging to a frozen blossom,
'Why did God take her away?'

No one knows his story,
They wouldn't understand,
His heart, like hair, quite hoary,
Sixty years, walking hand in hand.

Someday soon, he'll find her,
Waiting at the gate,
Of their home in the heather,
Two blocks, from God's estate.

So, should you see this stranger,
Sitting lonely on Park bench seat,
He'd appreciate a warm manger,
To him, you'd be an Angel, most complete.

Please give to God, the credit,
To this man, and your question, why,
Remembering you seldom edit,
Your attitude of being shy.

To Him you be an Angel,
To you, he may be one too,
God works many an angle,
To read your heart, how true.

AMEN

One, for each year you've been gone,
Sixty, since we met, right here,
Funny how times seems so long,
Filled with Sixty years of cheer.
(what I would see in his face)