Praise and Poetry

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Praise and Glory
By Arley Steinhour 063012

I pray, you find me pleasing,
Without a trace of sinful pride,
To stand before you, Praising,
Where no mortal lie can hide.

To offer up, my praising pro's,
To worship in my rhyme,
Enjoying how my love grows,
'Dueling Psalms,' eternal clime.

John and me, side by side,
Praising with voices like Trumpet calls,
Mouths, and Hearts, opened wide,
Reverberations from Heavens walls.

What joy, today, to ponder you,
Smiling ear to ear,
Swaying with words, flowing true,
You'd sometimes offer a cheer.

For what you do for all mankind,
Our praises can never repay,
But we'd be satisfied to find,
A smile, when on your ear we play.

Our encore would be an eternal song,
With lyrics straight from the heart,
Add all the souls singing as a 'Throng,'
John and I will be doing our part;
Glorifying YOU.

AMEN

I dedicate this praise and glory to a dear, lifetime friend,
who just graduated 'Home,' John Herrmann,
rejoined, now, with his loving wife, Karla,
Who graduated [May 21st.], a month ago.
AMEN
Who would know, pain, joy, and strife,
Of mortal life, better than John,
With tenderness, he'd close the book of life,
That, many loved ones could carry on.

Brother John now lives in Eternal bliss,
No aches, no pain, no tears,
Wife, Karla, again, John may hug and kiss,
An Eternal, what we call years.
AMEN

Where pain and joy are separated, at Curtain of Holy of Holy’s [aka Jesus]

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Childhood Hero Mine
By Arley Steinhour 070112

I took to swimming, like an Otter,
Spent much of my childhood where it's cooler,
Most of my swimming, under water,
Much like my hero, Johnny Weissmuller.

In the 30's and 40's, Tarzan, the Ape-man, be,
Fighting natives, wild, and crocodiles, long,
Speaking funny, an orphan, living in a tree,
Ape adopted, that raised him wild and strong.

The movies were eleven cents,
Twelve Pop-bottles, admission for three,
Bottles, an easy find, after Saturday dance,
To the movie, sister, brother, and me.

Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, and Tarzan the fare,
Lone Ranger, and Lash Larue, filled the gaps,
Didn't need to worry about what to wear,
Owned, Sunday suit, and 'Bibs,' with straps.

Tarzan, I favored, when he wrestled the Croc,
Large enough, to scare anyone meek,
With knife in hand, Johnny swam like a rock,
One breath, and fought Croc. for a week.

When doing their battle, I held my breath,
In case Tarzan needed my help,
But I always did gasp, before the Croc's death,
I felt like a discarded whelp.

I didn't know the scene be untrue and fake,
The fight made from a bunch of film-clips,
My face turned red, to find the swamp was a lake,
And they used many cameras to catch scene-rips.

One thing, I did learn, from Those Tarzan fights,
Was the capacity to long hold my breath,
I hadn't noticed, but each try turned on my lights,
Until, five minutes would pass, without death.

Once I knew I could swim like an Otter,
Every so often, surface, like a great whale,
Energy, well spent, deep in the water,
Gasp of fresh air, back to deep, without fail.

Over a year, I did swim the bottom of pond,
Or, when I had money, the swimming pool,
Till a lifeguard, one day, waved his magic wand,
Five minutes, I swam on surface, quite 'cool.'

Moral of the story, be this, that I say,
Study and teaching, as we set our pace,
Focus on one goal, is most always the way,
Only through Jesus, we win Eternal Race.
[To HEAVEN]
AMEN

Tarzan swam like a shark, in the water,
Jesus, walked upon storming sea,
Tarzan the Hero, of son and daughter,
Jesus, the Redeemer of ALL, even me.
[Tarzan = Yeee-Haaa!!! Jesus is AMEN]

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Ode to John A Herrmann
By Arley Steinhour 070212

Though, many folk will praise the man,
For being part of community,
The loneliness of being Mortician,
Set John aside, with Social impunity.

Not many folk, can truly say,
They saw this man get mad,
John had calm demeanor sway,
Like few other people have had.

So many people placed before him,
Treating all with tenderness, and care,
Many kinfolk added John, in their hymn,
When their praise to Jesus, did share.

John witnessed to those, left behind,
Reminder to them, it's not the end,
Inside the Gates of Heaven, we find,
Our Christian, families, and friends.

John and Karla, now holding hands,
Abundant Joy, now fills his heart,
Souls he served, are 'Laying on Hands,'
As Jesus rewards John's Herrmann's 'Life-part.'

AMEN

I have the honor, to call John my 'Friend,'
Agape, in nature, Eternal, no end,
To Jesus, and John, this praise I send,
We soon will be with you, to that, say: AMEN.

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Here We Stand
By Arley Steinhour 070212

Here, I stand, before my God,
Here, I am, a worthless Potter's clod,
To shape me right, don't spare the rod,
I'll know I'm yours, when you smile, and nod.

Eternity, with you, is so right with me,
As a cleansed member of your family,
Graduation to you, soon sets me free
I will sing. dance, and recite poetry.

War-winds, are blowing strong, on earth,
Sick and lost, live with no mirth,
Pot empty, no fire, on cold iron hearth,
Indicates your coming, to give planet rebirth.

Seven years, soon expended, making repair,
Cleansing the earth, especially the air,
Garden of Eden, soon we all share,
In Kingdom Rule, learn to care.

One thousand earth years, accomplishing,
Long life for all, learning how to take wing,
Separation of Tare from the Wheat-offering,
Those found in Life's Book, will dance and sing.

Any person, who reads these words, or has heard,
And, have not made the choice, to accept God's 'Word,'
Get serious, please, accept Salvation offered,
In Lake of Fire, you'll never be honored.

Say, Jesus, my God, here I stand,
I offer my heart and my hand,
I repent my sin from this land,
In your blood, Salvation, so Grand.

AMEN

Like John, when he wrote Revelation,
Surrounded by Hate, we survive,
Having great problems, as a Nation,
Our trust in Jesus, we MUST revive.

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Prophetic Sway
By Arley Steinhour 070212

To the world, I've this to say,
'With heavy heart, we're near the day,
When Tribulation, Great, stops all play,
Prophecy, now ready, to have sway:

Jesus came to earth, you know,
To form this great 'surprise;'
That isn't falling 'rain,' or snow,
Scales are dropping from your eyes.

Sadly though, you soon will know,
You've lived a life filled of 'lies;'
Fourteen Centuries, scales did grow,
Time is needed, to clear all eyes.

Islam needs to know, 'A Must,'
Only Jesus paid the Price;
What they know is Sin-filled Dust,
We be Lion Strong, not 'mice.'

The Prophecies were written,
Twenty-five Centuries ago,
'Follow Satan, and be smitten,'
Or, chose Jesus, and you'll know.

You'll know, He is the 'Only way,'
To ever see your God,
Heeding what False Prophets say,
You'll feel God's Iron Rod.

Jesus, is the shepherd, True,
Who calls you through the gate,
Those hearing, follow, path of His shoe,
Repent, please, before too late.

He's calling, can't you hear him?
Jesus wants you for His spouse,
Bride Price, in blood, paid for our Sin,
Then, He went to build the House.

Soon, Trumpets herald He's 'coming,'
To Snatch away His Bride,
With Trumpet call, not 'humming,'
He'll takes us to His side.

So, turn your faith to Jesus,
Let Love fill and clean your heart;
Be one, in the Family of Jesus,
For Eternity, our Love Filled part.

AMEN

After Rapture, Four Horsemen, soon will ride,
Hell on Earth, then truly does begin,
Those left alive, must take Beast-mark or hide,
Taking Beast Mark, seals them in their Sin.

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FREEDOM Bursting in Air
By Arley Steinhour 070312

Happy Independence Day, to you, and yours, Patriots, one and all.
Too many have forgotten what it means to stand, Free, and Tall.

The gauntlet now lays at our feet, do we pick it up,
Or do we crawl away and hide, and whimper like a pup?

Too many parents failed their job, they didn't teach their son,
How wondrously important, to carry on our Freedoms, already won.

We need to try to salvage, this country that we love,
Through discipline, and integrity, led by our God, above.

Most of the Founding Fathers, who fought and shed their blood,
Pledged and spent their earthly fortunes, also flowing like a flood.

The list goes on and on, about the sacrifices made,
Because our Founding Fathers, had no treasury to raid.

Today, we're facing leadership, that seem to hate the U S A,
Sitting in their White House office, finding more trump-cards to play.

This is but my opinion, 'Enjoy the fireworks today,'
It may just the last time, we have Freedom with which to play.

Ponder, please, my poetic warning, in November, proudly vote your heart,
It's sink or swim, whoever's right, at least, you voted, that's a start.

As I wrote the poem, these lyrics started flooding into my echo chamber. I offer for mood, not to degrade our Anthem:
(To Star Spangled Banner)
Oh_oh, say can you see, in this land of the Free,
Any_one, who will fight, and retrieve what is miss_ing,
Yes, the stars, and broad stripes, a_re still most_ly there,
Free_doms sli_pping away, through our lea_ders hand kiss_ing,
Peo_ple who want us dead, we're now tuck_ing in bed,
We pay them to stay, they de_mand life their way.
Oh, say, does that Free_dom still wa_ave i_n the ni_ight,
O_r was it ta_ken down, wi_th_o_ut, a fight?
AMEN

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Happy Fourth Day to You
By Arley Steinhour 070412

I wasn't going to do it, I thought I had control,
But, as the day wears on, I need to dig a hole:

Why is it 'Independence Day,' need be called the Fourth,
When Birthdays, and Anniversaries, have fixed days of birth?

I don't know why I wonder, but to me is a big thing,
You wouldn't enjoy the party, if everybody did sing:

Happy Fourth Day, to you, Happy Fourth Day, to you,
Happy Fourth Day, Happy Fourth Day, Happy Fourth Day,
TO YOU. (think Anniversary in the place of BD, and you'll see)

This IS, our Independence Day, There's only one that's celebrated,
The day it's on, don't matter, marks when 'Freedom's Day was created;'

As near as my heart tells me, Satan wants this Nation to fail,
Doing everything he can, to destroy, before going to jail.

I ask you, please, to Ponder, who gave us our Freedom sway,
Patriotic blood, was shed, for God, to give us Freedom's Day.

It isn't very hard, you know, to say 'Independence Day,'
Unless you have to spell it, in fancy, inscriptive, way.

I ask you please to ponder, and humor me, today,
Put the 'Fourth' into the 'Hole,' call it 'Independence Day.'

AMEN

I pledge Allegiance to this 'day,'
Just don't make the Oath to sing,
The 'Flag,' the word to properly say,
So your spirit can take Wing.

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Welcomed Home
By Arley Steinhour 070612

I went to a funeral, today,
of a lifelong friend, and brother,
I take but a moment, to say,
We'll all take that trip, like no other.

Arriving before Jesus, at Alter,
For Judgment of our mortal life,
Determines, Eternal, Here-after,
Be it, Torment, or, a part of His Wife.

After Service, I returned to my home,
High-noon Sun, was beaming heat,
Celebrated his new Life, and new home,
With his wife, in Heaven, John planted his feet.

I don't know the plans, or the fanfare,
So many, he'd helped in their 'graduation,'
With so many awaiting, their welcome to share,
John, could probably start his own nation.

The first one he'd seek, without question,
Would be Jesus, who paid John's full fare,
Who through life, led John to his disposition,
Through his parents, he learned well, to care.

You, LORD, have John, with you, in Heaven,
Rewarding him, for what glorified you true,
You've removed every trace of John's leaven,
He's now justified, to be with Karla, and YOU.

AMEN

To the 'Good and Faithful servant,'
Jesus, welcomes home with smile and hug,
To those headed for eternal Torment,
They see Jesus weep, with sad shrug.

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Thanks Brother Paul
This is thanks to you,
and an Alert to those
who read
By Arley Steinhour 070712

Enjoy God's Love, that falls like Rain,
To brother Paul Schneider, give cheer,
He tries to save you from eternal Pain,
If you've eyes to see, or ears to hear,

Refusal, means suffering Tribulation Torment,
With the horrors of God and Man, killing man,
If you still don't Repent, Eternal TORMENT,
In Lake of Fire, with Lucifer, and ghoulish Clan.

God's warnings, now given, the crops are at risk,
Four 'Horsemen,' are soon to ride,
Prophecy, now flowing at Travail pace, brisk,
Tribulation can enter as gates open wide.

Turn your heart to Jesus, to have Saving Grace,
His Salvation Gate closes quite soon,
Repentance, through Jesus, will win the Race,
Refusal, brings 'Iron Rod,' or 'Doom.'

Jesus Loves you, we love you, Join-us, in HIM;
Paul's article: www.mccookgazette.com/story/1867871.html
AMEN

Jesus/God, is waiting, it, yet, is not too late,
Salvation, Grace given, to all free,
Filthy-rags, our works, that dissipate,
Jesus, 'Paid-the-Freight,' for you and me.

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Patriot CALL
By Arley Steinhour 070812

The 'Call' to be Patriot, is Three-Sixty-Five,
Only that diligence, keeps Freedom Alive,
Much regulation, makes Free men have less,
'Lazy,' demand 'more,' Socialistic I guess.

For Nation's survival, need Freedom regain,
As, the track we are on, we'll soon find 'that train,'
That train that will grind up, and spit out the rest,
Those that survive, will be breathing, at best.

I'm on the 'dole,' as some folk would say,
Many folk say, 'tough,' we'll no-longer pay,
Retirement check, comes from the Taxing,
When income gone, I'm dead from the Axing.

My 'independence,' now higher than that,
Salvation's through Jesus, not 'Casey at bat.'
Man cannot equal, God's Spirit 'Call,'
As Patriot with Jesus, I truly 'Play Ball.'

AMEN

How many have died for our Freedom,
How many folk, don't really care,
Losing it will cost lives again, of some,
Survivor's win Slavery, their share.

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NonHeroic Patriot
By Arley Steinhour 070812

When asked, 'How heroically,
did your serve Land of the Free,'
I'd say, 'I don't sleep well, in fox-holes,
And have no need, to Pee on a tree.'

'I'm a submarine sailor,
Who works under the sea,
you want to kick my demeanor,
You must search, to maybe find me.

I hide, in the deep,
To keep my country free,
Some call me a 'Sneaky-creep,'
No respect, for a foe they can't see.

We had a red button/switch,
Awaiting 'Nuc' battle call,
Job allowing no 'blunder or hitch,'
Deterrent Defense, for one-and-all.

Part's played, in the pushing of button,
Meant we'd failed in our first calling,
Once launched, I knew I'd feel rotten,
You'd probably find me bawling.

No, I'm not a hero,
I'm Patriot strong,
Won't serve a 'Nero,'
At least, very long.

I serve the Kingdom,
Ruled by our God,
No 'Mark of the Beast,'
needing God's 'Iron Rod.'

AMEN'

Don't sip of Satan's 'redruM,'
That drink will do you in,
Foul language passing eardrum,
Means, crowd is filled with Sin.

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Davids Way to Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 071012

I woke up, this morning, with 'Dear Jesus, How-de-do,'
Flowing from my lips, to lift the rafters,
Wanted him to hear me, as if praise, from me, and you,
Having played the book of Psalms, many chapters.

David, did a 'Selah,' when he had to catch his breath,
Or ponder hard upon the words he uttered,
Often times his words sounded, as if scared to death,
Except, those of Faith in God, which never stuttered.

Much that David sang, was filled with Prophecy,
Relating to the time God walked with man,
Especially words God cried, in deep despondency,
Paying death-price for our Sin, as we never can.

Psalms sung open hearted, praising God on High,
Written in David's youth, as he tended fathers sheep,
Speaking Praise to God, softly voicing to the sky,
Intensity of praising, would keep his eye from sleep.

Some, on rare occasion, had great urgency to cry,
When, as King, David erred, or went astray,
The enemy, without, within, stacked would reach the sky.
Once, Absalom even made David run away.

Soon, God's words will fill our hearts, completely to overflow,
Spending Eternity with Him, we'll be always on the job,
Eternal day, to Praise, Work, and Play, on the go,
All things perfect, Satan gone, no more souls to rob.

Enjoy the way that David prayed, we'll all be good at that,
Praise, like Manna, no measure, too much or little, not known,
Youth, vigor, and strength, Praise sung without a note's flat,
After Judgment, Things and People, Full-Grown.

AMEN

David had to learn, Lyre's made of wood,
Doesn't matter who is there to lend an ear,
A well-sung Psalm does little good,
If King has a headache, and a spear.

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Great Day to Pray
Introduction by Arley Steinhour 071212
Prayer by Billy Graham

What better way to spend my day,
Than with You, and Billy Graham,
Satan doesn't ever come to play,
When Billy's words pray to the Great 'I Am.'

This prayer, by Billy, that I do love,
Confesses how low man can be,
In supplication to you, above,
Forgiveness, asked, to be Sin-free.

I cannot praise as Billy can,
My tongue is slow of speech,
I tag to him, as an 'also-ran,'
So, I too, Salvation reach.

The email said to forward,
To everyone I know,
To keep it moving onward,
To the Web-way's it must go:

'Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.
We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done.

We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.

We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.

We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable...
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.

We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.

We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today;
Cleanse us from sin, and Set us free.

Amen!'

Billy Graham, Man of God, May he receive a special 'Nod.' AMEN

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Angel Flight
Intro by Arley Steinhour 071412

Without much rhyme,
But lots of reason,
for this, take time,
As we live, the Hero season:

Find your tissue,
For your wet eye,
That's not the issue,
Just helps you cry.

They leave home, so filled with young breath,
Return to country grieving, from Patriotic death,
On a plane, called Angel Flight,
Until we solve our worldly plight;

Through, Jesus:

www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=70I...

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Repentance Required
By Arley Steinhour 071512

Dear Father God, in Your Shalom,
I offer to you, this prayer,
For all the folks, that you call Home,
To be eternally, in your care.

As in the days of 'Noah, and Lot,'
The Mortality we live, each day,
Choices made, things sold and bought,
Develop character, the Shepherd's way.

You lead us to the pasture,
To water, when we thirst,
We must choose our Master,
Is He Best, or perchance the Worst.

There's no such thing as 'middle ground,'
Life with you, or Deadly Satan stew,
All 'Good' things, with you, are found,
With Satan, Pain and Torment, nothing new.

What can we do, we ask you,
To have Eternity, before your Throne,
How much and well, the Good we need do,
To prove we're good enough on our own?

Your Word, say's we can't accomplish,
Paying Sin-price, by mortal 'works,' alone,
None are pure enough, but to wish,
No Salvation 'meat' upon our bone.

The Laws, you Justly made, oh God,
Restitution, could only be paid by You,
That's why you came without an Iron Rod,
Centuries ago, as 'Servant' to All, not Few.

Your coming, as God, people thought projected,
To 'Save them from Tyranny,'
Would negate the need that you be Rejected,
Crucified, Die, and Rise, to set man Free.

The Sin-price for every person, 'Death,'
That which, 'Not One, could Pay,' in full,
You had written through your Prophetic breath,
Through Prophets, your Stenographic pool.

Repentance Required, on Bended Knee,
Seeking Forgiveness for all out Sins,
By Grace, you Bless us completely Free,
Eternal Life, With You, Begins.

AMEN

In a park or on a mountain,
War-zone, or filthy Alley,
Repent, to Jesus, Salvation's Fountain,
He'll lead you through life's deadly 'valley.'

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The Clowns

Somber Shalom, to one and all.

I often wonder, ‘What managed to take away our ability to laugh at ourselves?’ I believe, ‘we,’ let it happen, when we got so busy keeping up with technology, and the dollar, humor no longer had a nook in our hearts. I used to dislike this lilt, when I didn’t think it possible to close the ‘Book of Clowns,’ but now that it is a ‘dirge,’ Frank’s words make perfect sense; sad to say. aaarrrggghhh...

If you view, as one of the ‘last dinosaurs,’ like me, have a tissue handy. You will be saddened.

www.yourememberthat.com/media/10939/Send_In_The_Clowns/

Charles Chaplain, Genius of Comedy,
Albert Einstein, Genius of Counting,
Friendly, but Incompatible.

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PONDER and CALL II
By Arley Steinhour 072012

Down in the mouth, I am, it seems,
Caused by what Fellow man can do,
Happenings beyond wildest dreams,
If Muslim, at them I'd throw my shoe.

Rebellions, running rampant,
Hate Crimes, far more than one,
Behavior worse than Satanic plant,
Killing Christians, just for fun.

We're told, we must accept them,
In what they do, and represent,
In my Faith, I find a problem,
That behavior is 'Hell - Bent.'

The 'law' of man, leaders think,
Sets aside those of our God,
I'm not sure just what they 'drink,'
But, sure they'll bear the 'Iron Rod.'

Christianity, too, has Radicality,
In perfection of the Word of God,
We don't kill, to prove Practicality,
Love-filled Balm defeats need for Rod.

The wayward mind of mortal man,
Tells God that 'we' know best,
Then wonder why He's not our 'Fan,'
As He puts us to the 'Test.'

This 'rant,' could carry on all day,
So, let us jump right to the chase,
If we don't 'Repent,' our Sinful way,
We have no chance to 'Win God's Race.'

We have that 'Choice,' call it 'Two,'
Better known, as "Yes," or, "No,"
'Yes,' means Salvation, Eternity through,
'No,' condemns to 'Hell,' where soul must go.

AMEN

John would ponder, what he saw,
Some things made little sense,
Describing visions within God's Law,
Felt value of less than two-pence.

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GOOD and BAD
By Arley Steinhour 072112

The coming of the Wars or War,
Where mortal man participates,
Will encompass near and distant shore,
Many dead be litter, unto Heaven's Gates.

The Era of 'Messiah's Church,'
Those in Jesus, me and you,
Raptured, with none left in lurch,
Except those refusing to be true.

The 'Time of Grace, Salvation,'
Gently placed on shelf, for show,
Starting in, Great - Tribulation,
More and More, to Hell, soul's go.

Those who die, and are bound for Hell,
Will then know, that Jesus Lives,
Too late they ask to drink at His Well,
When they have mark, that Satan gives.

Some, I pray, will change their heart,
Before 'Mark' condemns their soul,
Faith, and Survival, will win their part,
For Millennial blessing, not held in Sheol.

What may seem like feeble 'Ranting,'
Simply put, is choice of 'Good, and Bad,'
Jesus, the Good, worth 'Panting,'
Deep in Sheol for Judgment, 'Very SAD.'

AMEN

PS: Please ... Ponder ... Soon ... Darkness is upon us.

Small Battles, won or lost each day,
Still, I know how to win the 'War,'
Sin filled life, be dangerous play,
In Jesus, Eternity, Bright and Far.

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My below lyrics were inspired by an old love song, I believe Dean Martin made famous, 'Have you Ever ...??' (Loved the tune, forgot the words). So I wrote this, to Jesus:

Has There Been Another God Like You
By: Arley Steinhour 072412

Has there been a-no-ther God like you,
Who would die for all our sin?
Has there been a-no-ther God like you,
Who would make us clean within?

We can say there is no-other.
We can say you are the Son;
Yes, the time is almost over,
To accept you, Hol-ly One.

The Tare are get-ting tall-er,
Wheat is rea-dy for the bin.
Time of choice, soon be o-ver,
As your pa-tience nears its end.

Keep the watch, for Christ Jesus,
Let con-trite heart sing this hymn.
He is co-ming ve-ry soon, friend,
To call his bride, on high, with him.

And the Bride of Christ prays: 'A-MEN!'

As 'In the days of Noah' flew,
Those of Grace are now near through,
We have no place to run and hide,
'Life, in You,' or know why we died.

Unsaved?? Please, 'Repent.'

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Rusty Rail Song
By Arley Steinhour 072512
(Photographer unknown)

Once upon a Time, in God's terrain,
Some many years ago,
Someone owned a mountain train;
Along these tracks, would daily go.

Rail and ride, gave passengers a thrill
Track gauge was narrow span,
The train chugged up and down the hill
Where horse and wagon, maybe can.

Track shiny, glistened in the Sun,
Pinned to ties, all new and black,
Goods carried to mines and everyone,
Taking in, and bringing back.

Today, the tracks are laying there,
Still trying to point the way,
The ties, are very rotten,
Moldy green, unsafe I'd say.

The iron in the rail, of course,
Looks gray, and rusty-red,
Years long gone, much like the horse,
since a train ran this rail-bed.

The Times we're in, I'm studying,
Fresh news, right off the press,
It seems our world is changing,
Not for better, but worse, and less.

I look upon these track and tie,
As it twists around the bend,
And disappears, from who knows why,
A Time, we will not see again.

God, soon comes, to claim His Bride,
We, who made 'Overcoming Choice,'
Eternal Joy, our Saviors Pride,
To Praise, with heart and voice.



Those left behind, not caring,
Soon look much like the track,
Unused, unwanted, lying there,
With Satan, in Flame filled crack.

In the little time remaining,
You, still have the 'Choice,'
Repent your evil training,
Put 'Hallelujah' back in your Voice.

AMEN

Like this dying scene, of an 'Yester - Day,'
To save one's soul, there's little chance,
'Redeeming Price,' no 'man' can pay,
Except, Jesus; Repent, so you too can Dance.