Praise and Poetry

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The Marine Landed
By Arley Steinhour 061112

Some of those, on my mail list,
Went to school with me,
New Principal, Sir-named Bliss,
Arrived, in Fifty Two, or Three.

Full head of White, Retired Marine,
We had a school-gang, they were bad,
Decided, the Principal, They’d train,
What happened next was so very sad.

Unruly bunch, his office, they strolled in,
Without knock, request, or permission,
Short talk they thought they’d win,
Until, Bliss snowed upon their treason.

Through the door, each one flew,
You’d think that they had wings,
Landed, and slid into hall wall, true,
So in their heads, a bird that sings.

The ‘border-liners,’ much like me,
Needed only that one call,
From the Angel of ‘Lesson learned,’
To place our rebellion, in a stall.

And, we then lived, to graduate.
[Thank you, Lord, and Mr. Bliss; we received what we needed.]
(Mr. Bliss may well have been a very lonely Principal/man, with no discipline problems, mostly, after that.)


Poem motivation story: What a teacher... A Marine..!

A former Sergeant in the Marine Corps took a new job as a high school teacher.
Just before the school year started, he injured his back.

He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body.
Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn't noticeable.

On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school.

The smart aleck punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine,
were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom.

Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide, and sat down at his desk.

When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.

Dead silence.... He had no trouble with discipline the rest of the year.

[If that doesn’t describe Mr. Bliss, I don’t remember rightly, as
this is about what happened to some boys needing direction.//as//]

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PONDER and CALL
By Arley Steinhour 061212

We think of terms, as in Christian,
But, Prophets of Old, used Israel,
A ship without anchor, sail or capstan,
Would be a ship that's bound for Hell.

The numbers, Nineteen Forty Eight,
Resound throughout God's word,
Great happenings, with His Rebate,
Ply Blessings upon Israeli, in His Word.

Prophetic studying Christian folk,
Read, as if Prophecy, centers on self,
Remembering not, Israel is the yolk,
'Nations' consideration, be on a 'shelf.'

Israel, Reborn again, a Fate filled year,
Was the year, Nineteen Forty Eight,
Adam unto Abraham, same Timing for us to cheer,
Yet most calculations are without, Temple on plate.

Temple destroyed in year A D Seventy,
Not one stone upon another,
Retrieving Gold, the Roman Priority,
Israel gone, as if there was no Mother.

The math is kind of simple,
May well be, completely wrong,
This thought haunts me like a pimple,
In my dreams, so harsh and long.

'Seventy plus Nineteen Forty Eight,'
Sum's amount, Two Thousand, Eighteen,
God has a schedule, don't be late,
Short time, to fill Church the Queen.

If you desire life in Heaven's Halls,
Be Reborn, prior to Snatching Queen,
With instant Pomp, and Trumpet Calls,
See Revelation Seven: Fifteen thru Seventeen.

Tribulation follows for (Seven Years,)
Word indicates, we're hardly missed,
Beast does great, first half no tears,
Then, no mercy, nor murder desist.

Last chapters, you don't want to know,
Called Mortal Earth, a living Hell,
Look to Jesus above, not Satan below,
Your Eternity, will then turn out swell.

P S
I had to stop, for impossible it be,
To counsel with eyes filled with tears,
For those who refuse Redemption's See,
Enduring Torment's Eternal years.

AMEN

I sit here, on chair of stone,
With Bible, PC, and my Praise,
Your Word say's 'I am not alone,'
I have You, for Eternal Days.
Praise be to you, my Father. AMEN

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Today, and Tomorrow
By Arley Steinhour 061312

Is it Christian, to have loss of memory,
Three seconds after every thought,
Entire life in the moment that be,
Until your 'Come up here,' is wrought.

I had a praise, start in my head,
Only moments before I could type,
As if my mind had gone to bed,
I found no words, only hype.

I sat here, wondering, 'what can I say,'
With a Subject 'Vacancy' in my mind,
To start my Praise, another way,
So I type, as if I'm totally blind.

At the wall and up to ceiling,
I focus, to load my tray,
Allowing you to keep me feeding,
On this Heartfelt, Praise, to stay.

Praise, don't need much subject,
Except, Deep Love for you,
Without my praise, I'm derelict,
Devoid of worship, too.

I praise your name, and being,
I praise your love for me,
I praise you in all I'm seeing,
Especially in gnarly old tree.

Six Thousand years of Adam,
More than Seven, for Gentile man,
Putting up with our 'Flimflam,'
Running from you, hard as we can.

Your patience be a mighty wonder,
With Rod of Iron, in your hand,
Your Word, much more than thunder,
As You shape your Family-band.

Soon, you allow the Harvest time,
And transition through Kingdom Rule,
As Remnant Souls, your mountain climb,
Who's Yours, or in the Fiery Pool.

I pray that all would hear your call,
Redemptive Adoption when we Repent,
Alas, I fear that many souls still fall,
At Final Judgment, they'll, still, curse your 'tent.'

AMEN

I sit here with empty mind, at ease,
Knowing prayer is better when on knees,
With the feeling that I might sneeze,
Fill my heart and head, won't you, please.
(so I don't feel quite so much like a dog)

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Wet Bed almost Dead
By Arley Steinhour 061312

What happens to a four year old,
Traumatized by disjointed life,
Fearful that the house would get cold,
And the adults have great strife?

I knew this boy, quite closely,
In the mirror, he, I could see,
Rounding face, and belly,
Nerves made him need to pee.

Oh, he would go and drain it all,
Before he went to bed,
But worried if he'd Hell-ward fall,
Like his parents, as Grandma said.

Within an earthbound hour,
Dream in head, a lie was said,
He, had to go, so do not cower,
Pee in bathroom, not in bed.

But, then, it didn't take long,
That brain-lie soon found out,
Bed was wet, and tears the song,
A spanking with board, so stout.

The night that I remembered,
Near twenty years, behind,
Baby-sitter, body almost dismembered,
With pointed shoes, so well shined.

Not sure, the time, I didn't know,
How soon I'd be sent to Hell,
Peeing bed, reason to be sent below,
Cause, God couldn't stand the smell.

For years, and years, I didn't know,
What gave me hernias, double,
God put blank spot, in my memory flow,
Once remembered, forgiven, no trouble.

The lady was a spinster,
Not used to 'wet-bed' kid,
I became her favorite youngster,
Think she loved me, yes she did.

The worst part of this ancient tale,
Came as treatment in Doctors chair,
Injections of Alum in groin,
To shrink tissue damage there.

My memory of that event,
Came back, age Twenty-three,
After a different incident,
I won't mention, so your free.

I thank you for taking the time,
To hear my tale of woe,
Even if some words don't rhyme,
It's a bit of my life-sharing show.

AMEN

The Old horse Doctor used what he thought would work,
but created far more than it helped. (another epic adventure)

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My Corner Sign
By Arley Steinhour 061412

Jesus soon will Christianize,
The Remnant left on Earth,
Prophetic words say many 'dies,'
Without a tone of mirth.

We, Reborn, need hoe the row,
Witness All, when and where, we can,
Insure in every ear, Joy of Witness flow,
And, new Disciples join His Holy Clan.

So, Raise your voice, up to God's sky,
Irritation to Repentance, 'a way,'
Relate your witness, but never lie,
Or you'll have royal hell, to pay.

Me on corner, with a sign,
"The End is Coming SOON,"
Might even seem to undermine,
The Flash and Pomp, of Doom.

We each may choose our armor,
We tune our weapon fine,
Some may think their way is honor,
But my witness is only mine.

Some may not see the end result,
I know, I'm not seeking that end,
But if I'm right, God's catapult,
Means more Sinners He'll defend.

Christ told us, many Centuries ago,
'Go, Witness, to the world,'
If we haven't already been part of show,
We are a 'Flag,' Unfurled.

AMEN


A couple sites, for viewing:

www.prophecyinthenews.com/sounds-out-of-heaven/
View it twice, or even thrice, only if you dare, or care,
Many God-things are going on, the sounds do fill the air.
God said that He would warn us, as destruction harbinger,
When we hear Trumpet loud and clear, Jesus, then, is here.


www.prophecyinthenews.com/?s=The+Snare+of+the+Fowler&x=12&y=10
Watch this, watch this, everyone,
So you'll know when to tell 'Annie' to 'get her gun,'
or, Go Home, with Jesus, whichever comes first.
I'm betting on Jesus. Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN I'm first,
I will learn to Fly, again.

It is Jesus' Will, and Order of Events, not mine,
nor yours, nor yours, nor ...
We, of the Family, need do that part HE wants us do,
If I remember right.

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RECALL NOTICE

Extra, Extra, Read all about it. God has learned this, from the Auto Industry, and is Recalling MAN, or,,, something like that.
ENJOY (author unknown):

The Maker of all human beings (GOD) is recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart.

This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units code named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units.

This defect has been identified as "Subsequential Internal Non-morality," more commonly known as S.I.N., as it is primarily expressed.

Some of the symptoms include:
1. Loss of direction
2. Foul vocal emissions
3. Amnesia of origin
4. Lack of peace and joy
5. Selfish or violent behavior
6. Depression or confusion
7. Fearfulness
8. Idolatry
9. Rebellion
The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to correct this defect.
The Repair Technician, JESUS,has most generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs. There is no additional fee required.
The number to call for repair in all areas is:P-R-A-Y-E-R.
Once connected, please upload your burden of SIN through theREPENTANCE procedure.
Next, download ATONEMENTfrom the Repair Technician, Jesus, into the heart component.

No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, Jesus will replace it with:
1. Love
2. Joy
3. Peace
4. Patience
5. Kindness
6. Goodness
7. Faithfulness
8. Gentleness
9. Self control

Please see the operating manual, theB.I.B.L.E. (BEST Instructions Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these fixes.

WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and problems too numerous to list, and will result in the human unit being permanently impounded. For free emergency service, call on Jesus.

DANGER: The human being units not responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect will not be permitted to enter Heaven so as to prevent contamination of that facility. Thank you for your attention !

- GOD

P.S. Please assist where possible by notifying others of this important recall notice, and you may contact the Father any time by 'Knee mail' !
Because HE Lives !

I say:
We don't know, which way we're going,
We don't know, to whom we owe the Rent,
Time is about to quit flowing,
We're doomed, if we don't Repent.

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Sabbath Praise 061612
By Arley Steinhour

Praise to you, Oh Lord, my God,
On this quiet Sabbath morning,
Soon, you'll need use the Iron Rod,
After Great Tribulation mourning.

A Thousand years, of Kingdom Rule,
To complete your final cleansing,
Failing-Tare, receive, 'Fire Pool,'
Those in Book of Life, your Blessing.

May we the 'Saved' give witness,
Before You Snatch away the Bride,
Leading souls to you, our business,
When they Repent, you live inside.

So many 'saved,' have lost their hope,
Time, makes it hard to survive,
Problem pressure makes life hard to cope,
In other places, to stay alive.

The Martyr scroll's filling quickly,
As they wait, white robe on back,
When filled not one be sickly,
As they mount to follow Jesus' track.

They'll rule, with Christ, a thousand years,
Making judgments on right and wrong,
Separating God crop of Wheat, from Tares,
Those He does bless, will sing Solomon's Song.

Today, we rest, Praise you on High,
We revel in your Glory,
Soon, you come, we learn to fly,
Another part of the Story.

AMEN

Laminin, holds our body cells together. Does 'Bio-Cross' ring a bell?
Center of Milky Way, a 'Cross' shaped black-hole, a Starless-Cross..
Jesus redeemed us from Hell on a Wooden-Cross!!
Refusing Him, only yourself, do you 'Double-Cross.'

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Silly Putty Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 061712

We the People, need to run this place,
As Jesus would, for the Human Race,

Freedom, never has been Free,
Many died, for you and me.

Bible, Constitution, then the gun,
Keeps Freedom's enemy on the run,

Serving Jesus, means totally Free,
Eternal Salvation, for you and me.

The apathetic, don't know why,
They stand around, and only cry,

The Christian's not afraid to die,
Have a Home up in the sky.

Those without Jehovah, GOD,
In Millennium, bears Iron Rod.

'Abomination' people expire,
Condemned alive, in Lake of Fire.

Satan and his minions, too,
Eternity in that Hell-Fire Stew.

When God's judgment time is through,
Left, or Right, on which side are you?

Those, to His Right, are Home-Free,
Those, to His Left, no more we see.

The choice, is ours, to make or break,
Is it, Lenin Robes, or Sack-cloth-Bake?

Love Messiah, for what He did for you,
Then you can join us, in sky so Blue.

If we do, as I said at the start,
Protecting God's people, is perfect heart.

With God at your side, naught can harm,
Sin will avoid you, to escape your charm.

I'm feeling perky, so I'd better cease,
So, Landlord, God, will renew my lease.

AMEN

Waiting for the feast to start,
Awaiting family with joyful heart,
Today's the day, they celebrate me,
Their earthly Father, the one they can see.
Is it Time Yet?

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Spy Drone Theme
By Arley Steinhour 061812

What’s that buzzing in my ear,
Drone Mosquito, do not fear,
Came to hear our secret chat,
In the dark, they’d send a bat.

Sound Off: Oh, NO,
Sound Off: Won’t, GO,
Full Count: Oh, NO, Won’t, GO,
AT-ALL!!!

Should we sneak to the back room,
They’d then send robotic broom.
To witness at your treason trial,
Drone Mosquito would walk a mile.

Sound Off: Oh, NO,
Sound Off: Won’t, GO,
Full Count: Oh, NO, Won’t, GO,
AT-ALL!!!

When Spy Drone can knock down a tree,
Spy Drone, no more, when it you see,
When it tries to take you away,
Run away, to fight another day.

Sound Off: Oh, NO,
Sound Off: Won't, GO,
Full Count: Oh, NO, Won't, GO,
AT-ALL!!!

www.nowtheendbegins.com/blog/?p=10316#comments

Waitress, there's a fly in my soup, and it is shorting-out!!

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Right Side Suicide
By Arley Steinhour 062012

Committing mortal Suicide,
Yet, shunning 'Hounds of Hell,'
Decision made, eyes opened wide,
No more thirsting, at the well.

Rejection of one's religion,
Accepting, Jesus/Emanuel,
Living in Middle-East region,
Condemnation, known too well.

Conversion must be total,
Spirit Filled, beyond a doubt,
Treatment will be brutal,
With execution, carried out.

Saudi Prince has seen God's Light,
And, to Jesus, turned his life,
Now his soul is clean and bright,
Part of Messiah's Bride, and Wife.

He knows, his life is forfeit,
That he will surly die,
No longer living counterfeit,
That is of the Satan Lie.

I pray this praise to honor You,
For the Prince's choice,
Perhaps his family will too,
As Angels Praise, Full - Voice.

AMEN

From the streets, unto the Palace,
They are taught, from birth, to hate,
As they drink from wood or silver chalice,
Chose Jesus, before the 'no choice - Date.'

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SEASON of REASON
By Arley Steinhour 062112

Dear Father God, I need to say,
With heart soaked prayerful tears,
Satan seems to be winning the day,
Like he hasn't, for Seventy years.

His Evil, like a London fog,
That chills one to the core,
Conceals a white, and vicious dog,
That tears at flesh and more.

The unsaved falling, by the way,
From his lies, enhanced by fog,
Attacks the ears, the heart today,
By Preachers through Apostasy, the 'dog.'

You said that 'in the last day,
Apostasy will rule the heart,
Of any, who looked away,
Or didn't live their Christian part.

Two Thousand years for us to grow,
The same, for Satan to play his plan,
He cannot sway, any who Bible know,
But, Souls not yet saved, he can.

We, who understand the 'Season,'
Need witness all unsaved we can,
Your command, our only 'Reason,'
Acquainting all with you, God the Man.

Please give us strength, and courage,
Like soft, warm blanket, we cover the land,
With Holy Spirit, witnessing, to urge,
So those 'hearing,' join Your Family, as Planned.

AMEN

On the back, of horse, or colt of a**,
Get the witness to those in need,
Keep gospel flowing, but don't be crass,
Offer Love and Warmth, they'll Heed.

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Road of a Bride
By Arley Steinhour 062212

How does it feel, when called a 'Bride,'
By Salvation, through the Son,
Though my eyes popped open wide,
I'm not the only macho one.

I soon relaxed, Holly Spirit led,
To focus on deeper meaning,
Slowly grasping the truth He fed,
As an infant, through my weaning.

Then, came the time of childhood,
Where I learned the games to play,
Doing things, older children could,
Excepting Sabbath, I played every day.

Each day added, one more row to hoe,
To the growing things I did learn,
I didn't think about it, being on the go,
But, for new things, I began to yearn.

'Suddenly,' I realized, I'd become a man,
Young, and strong, ready to go,
Armed with the basics, thought 'I can,'
Join the world, to learn, and know.

Off I went, to see the world,
On a Fighting Ship, of man,
In awe, my flag of life unfurled,
Beyond basics, I knew, 'I can.'

Family-clan, with wife, began,
Following the 'Generation way,'
Children born, of woman and man,
With parent error, almost every day.

All, are grown, raising their 'band,'
I find my earthly job is done,
Except to witness to all at hand,
About being the Bride of Son.

Guys, and Gals, graduate as one,
Reborn, Bride of Emanuel,
No longer, God's daughter or son,
Beloved Spouse, Protected from Hell.

If you want the joy, of being the Bride,
Of which, we, each, are but a part,
Repent, your spiritual gate, real-wide,
Let Messiah's Spirit enter your heart.

AMEN

Samaritan woman, at the well,
Became the Bride of Jesus,
Five times married, bound for Hell,
Her Salvation, speaks for all of us.

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Invitation to a Wedding
By Arley Steinhour 062212

My soul feels just like a flask, Holy Spirit fills,
More and more, as I drink from your cup,
Free from the suction of Satan's tendrils,
Enjoying of your bounty, like half grown pup.

Your words washing cleaner than water from well,
That cleanses the spirit, way down to the bone,
Never more, the need for a Doctor's spell,
Nor, cowering position, before Satan's Clone.

Soon, we stand before your Holy throne,
Glorified body, white robe, and crown,
Uncountable group, yet each alone,
Joyously praising, unable to frown.

We stand on Throne Room floor supernal,
With arms raised, waving, in Praise
Angelic Voices, crisp, clean, and Eternal,
If there is one, your roof we will raise.

A study, I read this morning,
About the Wedding Feast,
Was sent, to give fore-warning,
Christians gone, from top to least.

The logic for the joyous news,
Use Wedding rules to count,
God's 'Signs, and Seasons,' for the Jews,
As seen, from Temple Mount.

He says, signs one thru seven, of eight,
Have been filled already, this year,
With Jesus, souls must all be straight,
Those not, endure seven years of fear.

No matter if he's right or wrong,
No matter when Rapture be,
If your soul can't sing Jesus' song,
Then the 'Rapture,' can't set you free.

AMEN

Should you want to learn to fly,
And, can't afford the fee,
Before the Rapture, or you die,
Turn to Jesus, learn for Free.

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Last Tick of Grace
By Arley W. Steinhour 090910
(revised 062412)

Have you ever heard a Shofar wail,
From somewhere in the sky,
Or had Thanksgiving dinner,
Without a pumpkin pie?

Have you ever read the Bible,
But, knew not what it says to you,
Because the words sound funny,
Some Black, some Red, or Blue?

Does a Pastor stand and speechify,
From Verses, one or two,
Stand at the door, when he is done,
To shake hands with 'them,' and you?

Have you left Church feeling empty,
Knowing, 'Full' is how to feel,
Overflowing, of God’s perfect word,
After a Spirit fed three course meal?

You wonder why the tumult,
The world has gone insane,
Good is bad, and bad is good,
Like upward flowing rain.

You hear another brother say,
The Rapture’s close at hand,
You look at him in funny wonder,
Is he talking about a Rocker Band?

He sees your look of query,
And gives a mournful sigh,
He whispers softly in your ear,
'That’s when we learn to fly.'

No one has ever taught the verse, he shows,
You wonder 'why,' as it reads so clear,
First Thessalonians, Three: Seventeen, shows,
Something fantastic, just might be near.

The brother starts by saying
'This is the time when none can hide,
For Jesus is coming back to earth,
To snatch away His Bride.'

'By Grace, we're blessed; the gift, 'Rebirth,'
Not one Reborn, does He 'Leave Behind,'
Those souls, who are, face Hell on earth,
Daniels Seventieth 'week,' they find.'

'What makes you sure,' you ask of him,
This brother who shares all,
'Others have tried, and failed the test,
And got nailed to the wall.'

He said, 'Eclipses, soon, fit the days,
Of the Jewish Feast’s of God;
Soon after that, Jesus rules the world,
With the Saints and Iron Rod.'

'These Truth's flowing, without cease,
From Bible's Cornucopian Horn,
Your hunger now will full increase,
Understanding of God's word, new-born.'

Too late for you to learn it all,
But the story now makes sense,
Twelfth hour in His vineyard work,
Yet, paid a full day’s Pence.

Hour’s left us, very few,
Final days won't be much fun,
Witness to God’s unsaved souls,
You might help one turn to the Son.

The time is right, to gain your sight,
Tribulation Woes, soon start,
Fill your heart with Agape Might,
Repenting, if you are Smart.

AMEN

When you see another drowning,
Do you present a saving hand,
Jesus calls us for our crowning,
Agape Love, Front row, will stand.

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FREEDOM 0 7 0 4 1 2
By Arley Steinhour 062512

Standing on the tall rampart,
Leader cries, 'Look what I have done,
Tribulation, and I played my part;'
We find him gone, in Air-Force One.

The White House, won't be pretty,
The White House, won't stand tall,
I know this may sound petty:
Will the White House 'stand,' at all?

This world is filled with Freedom's Foe,
Who'd destroy, Red, White, and Blue,
Some without, but some within, you know,
Cry, Death to U S A, and the people, too.

Once there was a Temple,
That stood on Temple Mount,
The Priests said, 'It is simple,
to cheat, and still have Fount.'

Today, we're kind of like that,
Down to cheating I R S,
Leaders who only want to chat,
About new taxes, and ego's to caress.

Old people know the story,
of the war on taxing tea,
Patriotism, somewhat hoary,
We can't fight what we can't see.

That leaves our freedom in good hands,
The young, so brave, and bold,
Keeping Freedom in many lands,
So old folk continue staying old.

Remember, that we Old Folk,
Have a great-big part to play,
Reminding young of the future,
To relax, after having their 'Day.'

When we Old Folk Graduate,
To God, and our reward,
We'll compliment the young who await,
Prize for Peace, through use of sword.

AMEN

Only Young and Strong can defend,
This thing called 'Freedom's Core,'
On Freedom, the world must full depend,
Or Slavery nails us to a Cage-door.
(I can now put Nam to bed)

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Creation Ponder
By Arley Steinhour 062612

Have you ever really wondered,
Why so many stars in the night
Each Galaxy, has millions times a hundred,
Galaxies, hundreds times a million, bright.

Look to the night sky, if you wonder,
Why our God would want us here,
Sit down, look up, and ponder,
Peaceful silence means God is near.

God, makes things that to man be huge,
Down to creatures we can't see,
The bigger stuff, pleasing to eye, like lip rouge,
The tiny is where He put the ugly.

The little things will scare most folk,
I'll leave that group out of focus,
To explain why God won't even joke,
When mad or happy, or urged to poke us.

Toothpick, to us, a sliver of wood,
To God, a full grown Redwood trees,
God can't talk, like we think He should,
When He speaks, He makes Galaxies.

When Israel, stood at Mount. Sinai,
To receive the Laws, of God,
His whispers, to them a deafening cry,
They cowered, as if beaten by iron rod.

I can't tell you what God uttered,
In truth, don't care, but I do believe,
Not a joke has our God muttered,
Since He stuttered on Adam and Eve.

AMEN

The Milky Way, is where we live,
Tiny dot, on map of God,
Universe like that God can give,
Planet Earth like Pea sized clod.

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Jot and Tittle
By Arley Steinhour 062712

Today, I sound the Shofar,
At least I'm going to try,
To Jew and Christian, near and far,
Tribulation's about to fly.

The problem is not easy,
The problem is not small,
The Beast comes on so cheesy,
You'd not suspect, at all.

Jew and Arab standing, face to face,
One, always trying to get along,
Second way to end the hated race,
Other, hears a 'Fight Bell' gong,

They claim, to own the same place,
Jewish God, takes part in fight,
Other side gone, without a trace;
War ends, almost over-night.

We must walk, so very softly,
Choosing, the where we go,
Be it Broadway, or Brothel alley,
God is watching our mortal show.

Spirit filled, we offer Your blessing,
To every person that lets us share,
They need not be second guessing,
To know for them, You truly care.

AMEN

Jot and Tittle stanzas,
Refusing to mature,
Into poetic bonanzas,
Together, make Jot and Tittle cure.

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PAINFUL TRUST
By Arley Steinhour 062812

My heart is bleeding, from the thrust,
Of the spear deep in my side,
Freedom, no longer a Republic must,
Gates to Slavery, now opened wide.

So long, as 'We the People' were,
In charge, of government sway,
Traitors only, treated like a 'cur,'
We all now can, America died today.

Oh, there's still some blood, and water,
Oozing slowly, from our wounded side,
To be cast away, as adulterous daughter,
Once they retrieve the nails, applied.

What value, now, our freedoms,
Founding Fathers put in place,
When corruption rules the 'leaders,'
And for shelter, we must race.

Dear, Father God, I call to you,
I know we've been a sin-filled mess,
Your chastisement, just, and true,
We deserve, much more, not less.

This country, formed upon your Laws,
We've polluted, through selfish acts,
Destroying children, without cause,
The Abortions leave bloody tracks.

The list of rotten things we've done,
Could destroy your 'Book of Life,'
You say, in Bible, 'Salvation Won,
In Messiah,' endure not 'Wrath,' as Wife.

Holy Ghost, restrains and allows,
Guiding all who belong to you,
Where Spirit goes, we follow like cows,
To reward, and home, as 'True.'

No matter what done, by fellow man,
Be they as wrong as they can be,
We no longer belong to their sleight of hand,
As full members of Your Family.

We need to keep our eyes on the skies,
Messiah returns for His Bride, as you planned,
With Angels, and Trumpets, Rapture applies,
In twinkle of eye, gone, with 'no' sleight of hand.

AMEN

PS
Today's the day the die is cast,
Court of Land, applied the thrust,
Worse than Scourging at the mast,
Constitution now be leaders 'pie-crust.'

What will they do with the pie-crust?
Why, fill it up with 'Green,'
Poor folk, soon, nothing more than dust,
As they build their Dictator machine.

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Year of Accountability
By Arley Steinhour 062912

My year of accountability,
Went topsy-turvy, one fine day,
My broad back proved ability,
To work, as board on back did play.

The corn was over three feet tall,
And the weeds were gaining, fast'
Cultivator would be no good at all,
Sharpened hoe, the tool of days long past.

'Cut the weed, clean from the ground,
Don't touch the corn with hoe,
Or board in hand and strikes abound,
On backs, irrigating tears would flow.

I clipped a corn, and heard board come,
Ker-wack, on back, loudly, was applied,
The first delivered, of more than 'some,'
Through tears and pain, my childhood died.

Though, I was twelve, I'd be on the run,
Told little brother, then age ten,
After gone to bed, but, before the sun,
Weren't sure where, just knew when.

He decided, to run with me,
Wisdom-less, I included him in my run,
Some food, and water, and we were free,
Not worried, with Red Rider B-B guns.

We found out how far six miles can be,
In dark of night, on gravel lane,
Setting foot on highway Eighty three,
Hitched a ride, that quelled the foot pain.

Knowing where our mother did live,
Driver dropped us at the door,
Hoping, much love she'd give,
Her response put our hearts on the floor.

Mom would have much hell, to pay,
With the law, concerning what we did,
Should she be harboring a run-away,
Lock her up, though we be her kids.

The rest of the night, in city jail,
Isolated from the adults, in 'woman's cell,'
Waiting for date at Judges rail,
To see if it's heaven, or mortal hell.

Brother said I made him go,
I should have known, he would,
So, at me all the anger did flow,
Using Psychology, this time, not wood.

Grandma loosed her well known rage,
She let me know the score,
As I came, I'd leave, naked in that gauge,
(My body esteem, age twelve, was poor).

I wouldn't take off that which fit snugly,
So favorite shirt was ripped from my back,
The rest of my clothing was just as ugly,
Trip to door prompted, by rod, no slack.

Jesus came to my rescue, that day,
As Grandpa ran through the door,
He'd been called, eight blocks away,
Saved me, from naked, street, and more.

That set the pace for my life,
Until High School graduation,
Prepared to handle all kinds of strife,
On friendly terms with her, serving our nation.

I couldn't hate my Grandmother,
She was only doing her best,
Her three, we three, and another,
Short of anger, she passed the Saint's Test.

Thank you, Father God, for your guiding light,
I know you're with me, be it day, or night.
The Trodden path, you laid out for me,
Welcomes me Home, Member, of Family.

AMEN

Our life, is our preparation school,
With experiences to 'handle,'
Making choices, not as a fool,
Not Hoe weeds, Sing 'chorus' by Handel.
'Hallelujah,' that is.

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Eternal the Choice
By Arley Steinhour 063012

I went to sleep, late last night,
Heart filled with love and joy,
Age Seventy-three, but without plight,
I am still God's little boy.

Aging tries to steal one's youth,
Through aching, quaking bone,
But, in your word, be total truth,
We, 'In-You,' never stand alone.

I see You, when I look up or down,
Your Panorama, left and right,
On stormy days, I still can't frown,
You're refreshing earth with Your Might.

The Sun, You lit, to rule the day,
Stands proudly, in Your sky,
Ever so brightly, it's easy to say,
'God's showing off, the Apple of His eye.'

So many globes, in deep, outer-space,
Devoid of life, or myriad color,
None, can compare, to Your 'Human Race,'
With power of choice, to love, or choler.

With all this wondrous beauty I see,
Mortal life spans a very short time,
Aged, at Seventy, or Eighty, maybe,
Choices prove Eternal clime.

Our 'Sin-filled life' is full redeemed,
If we 'choose,' to seek Your Grace,
Of Blessings perfect, no man has dreamed,
With no work or proving, we'll see Your Face.
AMEN

The sign that all be perfect,
New Jerusalem settling in,
Fourteen Hundred miles of aspect,
We'll know that God did WIN.