Praise and Poetry

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HUG
By Arley Steinhour 082912
(An e-mail, for a Christian sister, having a sluggish day) We share with you:

H........U.......G!!!!!,
Whew, that takes a lot of worthwhile energy; and I do, so, love to H U G.

I’d like to HUG the World to sleep,
When-ever there’s a need,
Relieving all their pain and tears,
To plant, in hearts, His Seed;

To help them grow, as ‘Child of God,
As they live, Mortality,
Preparing who they’re going to be,
Through God’s Eternity.

He’s the Re—al Thing,
Invite Him into your heart,
He’s the Re—al Thing,
Repentance is your part.

(OH, there’s gotta be a song in that, somewhere.
Hope this helps your day. Share with any other having a slow-day.
In Messiah’s Love.
Arley

If this helped your day, please pass it on, to help another's day, and heart wake-up.

Lay your head, upon His chest,
Feel the Heat of Love Emit,
Radiate yours, your very best,
He’ll LOVE, every bit of it.
AMEN
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Good Morning God 083012
By Arley Steinhour

I woke up, this lovely day,
Way, before my clock,
That gave me extra time to pray,
It had not passed Six-O'clock.

First, I squinted eyes at the window,
The darkness, was still quite stark,
Snuggled back, deeply, into my pillow,
Without light, I voiced prayer in the dark.

Good-morning, Lord, I Bless you,
For giving me this wonderful day,
To voice how much I love you, true,
Bless all, I think, I do, and say.

Then, chatting out, my monologue,
My supplications, one by one,
In mumbling words, like oral fog,
Opened heart, to God the Son.

So many events, of newsworthy tender,
Weird dream, needing Proverbial key,
A world full of people, in need of provender,
You strengthen the soul, as only You see.

Clock, sprang to life, at Seven,
This God-filled-day, takes flight,
From, sleep, food, water, and Heaven,
I'm ready to sail through this day of light.

I pray the whole world accept your Blessing,
'Salvation, Free, through God the Son,'
With man, all on the 'same-page,' Refreshing,
In a World Ruled, by 'God's Only Son.'

AMEN

Waking up is much like finding your 'Life Switch,'
Sometimes, it's quite-hard to do,
Jesus, puts right, your life-wire-tangle,
Give Him your switch, so He owns all of you.

Jer 29:13 And ye shall seek me, and find me,
when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49271/

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MURDER PAIN
By Arley Steinhour 083112

Great pain felt, just yesterday,
Concerning, lives of my fellow man,
We think of life as work or play,
With control of evil, well in hand.

A video from Islam land,
Thirteen young men, in a row,
Tied together, foot and hand,
In seconds, were all laid low.

What followed, gave my heart great pain,
With dead and wounded, on the ground,
If, moving, or groaning, was shot again,
Casual the attitude, as leader shot all, in head.

Eyes, though dry, my heart was wailing,
The mournful song, for those in 'total' death,
Gangland style murder, compassion failing,
Many dead, with killers not short of breath.

Why does this bother me so much,
Weren't they from another plane?
What-ever be their Social touch,
When they mingle, blood flows like rain.

If mankind cares not who they kill,
Enjoying the causing of demise,
Then Satan stands at top of hill,
With his winning, killing, lies.

I should be singing a joyous song,
Events ringing, He's close at hand,
But, I saw thirteen Souls, die 'wrong,'
Now, they'll wear an 'Hell-bent-band.'

I know I ask, way too much,
That every soul on earth Repent,
Bible says, not all will feel the touch,
When Holy Spirit tries to be their tent.

I pray, Lord, help me make life rhyme,
And to better gain in understanding,
Some 'Wheat,' some 'Tare,' forever Time,
Till your return, and on earth, you're standing.

AMEN

Millennium, have come and gone,
Through them all, man kills his brother,
Mournful cries, of life gone wrong,
Without respect, for the life of another.

Billions die, before too long,
God's Word, say that is so,
Church be gone, to sing His Song,
Hell on Earth, be here, below.

Actual video of the Murder, in question. View only as you chose to do. If you chose to view, please watch it through, with a Bible History point of understanding.

Hosanna !!!
Archive and Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49289/

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To Kerry, who's photo inspired the words.

Mountain
By Arley Steinhour 090112

Looking down, upon a mountain,
There's much that I do see,
I see a God powered fountain,
Looking back at me.

The crag and crevice beauty,
Shattered by the weight of time,
Like a fingerprint, the fluting,
That makes God's mountain rhyme.

Each has a character, of one,
No other can match the sight,
The mountain smiling at the Sun,
With all its regal might.

To view, at thirty thousand feet,
Strength, and Largeness do we see,
To walk about, a surface treat,
Gaining wisdom from God made tree.

A mountain's smaller parts, the quire,
Blessing fodder, worth many days.
Sitting around a warm camp-fire,
Appreciating God's stars, and ways.

The mountain stone, and life, give air,
Soft, and silently, they speak,
Yet, people say, without a care,
'Where is this God, we seek?'

Open ears, and eyes, and touch gently,
Let your mouth, not say a word,
You'll hear God's Royal symphony,
Perhaps, the heart will cry, 'I've Heard.'

AMEN

One small step, for God,
One giant leap of faith, for man.
Be saved, before you can fly.
Or, die.
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Storm before the STORM [revised]
by Arley Steinhour 072711/090112

The crashing sound of thunder,
Rolls across the Prairie plain,
Lightning, ignites wonder,
Causing soul to feel great pain.

The people, of HIS calling,
Leaves haunting sound behind,
'Look not back,' the warning,
'You'll see nothing left, to find.'

Wrath-Anger, now is flaming,
in God's face, so red with rage;
The book is quickly ending,
There is NOT another page.

The Prophets, all have shouted,
Cried a dirge of whoa and tears;
Their cries severely taunted,
Unto, death, Six thousand years.

The Abrahamic Promise,
The Covenant 'we' swore,
Wandered off God's premise,
To become, a Bible Whore.

Seeking, fun filled adventure,
Worshiped Idols, with no heart,
Placed self, and things, above Him,
His blessings now, we own no part.

Fall on knees, face to the floor,
Repent all Sin-filled deeds;
His Grace will make us 'Wheat,' once more,
Redemption paid, no longer weeds.

'Time of Gentile,' soon, truly ends,
Sacrificial Redemption, goes away,
Jesus Paid; believing souls, He'll defend,
Simply ask, and give Him, full sway.
[TODAY]
AMEN

Super Cell, or Super Shell,
There's trouble on its way,
Rapture saves, Saved, from Hell,
Blasphemies, are what 'Left Behind' will say.
Archive and Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49307/

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Social Security Wild Card
By Arley Steinhour 090312

I have a Social Security Card,
Stating, 'Not for Identification,'
Promises in law, not the back-yard,
Has become a pillaging fornication.

When they put SS in the General accounting,
They called it 'nothing but a loan,'
Owed by Government, with interest mounting,
Social Protection, built on 'Solid, Nation stone.'

Too bad, that things didn't go that way,
Price goes through the fiscal roof,
Changing rules, almost every day,
Mismanagement, the fiscal proof.

Today, they try to tell us all,
We didn't really build that,
Our good grace must take a fall,
Strike us out, like Casey did, at bat.

We the People paid, to build the program,
So Social Security might run like a clock,
Wasn't long before it became a Scam,
Now rusting like old ship at the dock.

History tells the important story,
'Who' took a great system away,
From a Government promise of Retirement glory,
Through their greed, the System is dying today.

REPENT !!! . . . . . AMEN

The original Social Security card had the "NOT FOR IDENTIFICATION" message.

Our Social Security

When Franklin Roosevelt, a Democrat, introduced the Social Security (FICA) Program, in 1935. He promised:

1.) That participation in the Program would be Completely voluntary,

No longer Voluntary

2.) That the participants would only have to pay 1% of the first $1,400 of their annual Incomes into the Program,

Now 7.65%, individual, plus 7.65%, by employer, or individual, on the first $90,000

3.) The money, participants elected to put into the Program, would be deductible from their income, for tax purposes each year,

No longer tax deductible

4.) The money paid in would be put into an independent 'Trust Fund' rather than into the general operating fund, and therefore, would only be used to fund the Social Security Retirement Program, and no other Government program,

Under Johnson the money was moved to The General Fund and Spent.

5.) The annuity payments to retirees would never be taxed as income.
Under Clinton & Gore

Up to 85% of your Social Security can be Taxed (until age 70), on 'Earned Income' exceeding a determined amount.

Sadly, this history is only a small portion of the changes that have destroyed, what could have been an excellent supplemental security, to Old Age income.
(original message cleaned of most finger-pointing)

Food upon the table,
Only if we're able,
Security a cuss word,
One, few, it seems, has heard:
... V O T E ...
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Lying Eyes Faithful Eyes
By Arley Steinhour 090312

Every-body, thinks they know,
They know all they show,
Here's one Sense, that changes life,
That leads to joy, or strife:

Lying eyes, see what they want to see,
Lying eyes, makes you see who you think you be,

Never, if you know,
There is truth below,
As through life you go,
Feeling high or low;

Build a memory,
For your family,
Let God be your guide.

Then you'll have great joy in heart,
With bright smile, each day you'll start,
Seeking only what you should,
Beaming all that God calls good,

Faithful eyes, will see things, as they are,
Faithful eyes, discern truth, near and far,

Always, if you know
There is Truth below,
As through life you go,
Without feeling low;

Build a memory,
For your family,
Keep God as your guide.

Filling Heaven, to the brim,
With the Love, you have for Him,
With eternal Praise, we Dance,
All things perfect, never chance,

Blessed eyes, see God, as He be,
Blessed eyes, see all His Family,

Easy, if you try,
He would never lie,
Needing but to cry,
'Save me, or I die;'

He'll redeem your life,
As part of His Wife,
His, for - ever - more.

AMEN

Some will see Him, as Savior,
Some will se Him, as Warrior,
Some will Praise Him, Forever,
Some will love Him, Never.

Archive and Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49319/

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Last Roundup
By Arley Steinhour 090412

Roundup gathering to Jesus,
Before, with Him we Sup,
His Blessings more than please us,
As our Praises, we keep up.

His, Holy Spirit Power,
Runs rife, throughout the land,
Like an Ever-blooming flower,
Convicts Repentant to his hand.

Missionary Roundup gathering,
Evangelizing, every Race,
Great Preaching, not my blathering,
Fills God's table, every place.

In countries, where they're starving,
To receive God's Holy Word,
Great strides the Spirit's carving,
With a Love-song, they've never heard.

Where Spirit, seems to be losing heart,
Is in our Western, Christian, World,
Too many pews see no new 'hinder-part,'
As our Revivals, are a 'Flag, Unfurled.'

At the rate, to Church, we're going,
And the rate our Third World comes,
Christian 'leadership,' we're blowing,
As we sit on our lazy thumbs.

So, all who hear, or see my rhyme,
Witness to those needing to change,
We do not have much more time,
To 'Roundup' lambs, for God's Home Range.

AMEN

They are sometimes very hard to find,
As they're outside His Blessed Cote,
Once found you find there's every kind;
Space for all, under Jesus' coat.

Archive & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49327/

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Plea for Sanity
By Arley Steinhour 090412

The times, too serious, to joke,
Needing balance, of life-giving part,
Like laying an egg, without yolk,
A body can't live, without a heart.

It seems Politically, official,
Israel, now stands alone,
Leaders think that they are special,
Won't speak truth, or cut to bone.

they make statements without anchor,
With escape routes by the score,
Should people react with rancor,
Leaders say, they meant much less, or more.

We're selling out a God-True Ally,
Because they won't play by our rules,
Take away, rockets, and planes that fly,
Tell them, defend with rocks, for tools.

Yes, I know that I do overstate,
Half of this, my claim, may be wrong,
We must repent, before too late,
Or, God will sing His Wrath-filled song.

The people of this Republic Nation,
About eighty percent, I think,
Call ourselves to be truly Christian,
Need speak out, or it's the garbage sink.

'They, blessing Israel, are blessed,'
'They, cursing are soundly cursed,'
Withdrawal as ally, cursed at best,
Arms against her, just call a hearse.

No one knows God's anger level,
Until, He writes upon a Wall,
No time then for hair to dishevel,
We will hear God's Gray Pallor Call.

Repent, your any-complicity,
Pray, our leaders change his mind,
Or, we'll go down in History,
As the Nation, they couldn't find.

AMEN

God, won't need to call on Samson,
We bring our own structure down,
Cursing Israel, affronts Father and Son,
Not one, in the world, will frown.
Archive & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49337/

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Prayer for Guidance
By Arley Steinhour 090712

Father God,
I come before you on this new day,
with a heart that's filled with pain,
Some are taking much I say,
As if, your Holy Blood, I stain.

They accuse my heart of hating,
Seeking truth, I must be wrong,
Satan's lies aren't dissipating,
Enticing to a place, man don't belong.

The 'hating,' I'm accused of,
Is a twist of grave concern,
Indicating, I'm not a man of love,
Your 'Love Letter,' they refuse to learn.

This 'valley' that I walk through,
Though not the one of death,
An example of what some feel for you,
Negative judgment, in every breath.

I need greater measure,
Of your Patience, so Devine,
So I can share your Treasure,
As I walk your narrow line.

Clarify my mortal hearing,
Make my Spirit vision, keen,
Choose my words to perfect sharing,
Let them see what I have seen.

Shield my heart from sling and arrow,
Tie my tongue if I speak mean,
So my witness not plow farrow,
And my many stumbles not be seen.

Keep my eyes upon the cross you bore,
Guide my feet, on center path,
Convict unsaved hearts, that's seeking more,
So, they too, may be free from Wrath.

May my cup be a Baptismal Spring,
On hearts, seeking you, above,
May your Spirit give them cleansing wing,
As you fill their cup, with Love.

Forgive my mortal shortage,
Forgive my inept ways,
With you, we need small portage,
Help me serve you, throughout my days.
AMEN

I came before my God, today,
To seek another cup, to drink,
I quickly learned, stay in His Way,
His Love conveyed, with Godly Wink.
Archive and Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49337/

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Hear Ye Hear Ye
By Arley Steinhour 090712

Listen close, and you may hear,
A funny sound, buzz in your ear,
Of trumpets, giving heartfelt cheer,
Volume tells us, they're almost here.

Many people, say, 'that's not it,
I'll ignore, and here I'll sit,
I don't believe the lie, one bit;'
Not knowing, they're in Satan's mitt.

Many, soon, may make that blunder,
Thinking, sky is offering thunder,
Missing Rapture, as they sit and wonder,
When War, and Famine put them 'under.'

Seven years, Hell on Earth, they face,
Of hiding spot, there is no place,
Morsels of food, they ever chase,
Only remnant left, of Human Race.

Funny thing, about God's Wrath,
Reserved for 'curser's,' of His path,
Seeking death, can't do the math,
Few left to judge, No cleansing Bath.

Great delusion, much like fog,
Rational, much like a log,
Howling and crying, like a dog,
Clouds the mind, a total Bog.

So, while you can, change your fate,
Turn heart to God, before too late,
In Jesus Christ, Sins all dissipate,
Salvation yours; Don't be 'Lake-Bait.'

AMEN

There is a highway, that I know,
It's extra wide, so most all can go,
Easy the trip, when with the flow,
Time, yet, to return; 'In God grow.'
Archive and Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49391/

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Good Morning Lord 090812

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By Arley Steinhour

I got tuckered out this morning,
Since I raced right out of bed,
My skill at moaning and groaning,
Was Olympic, in what I said.

My body ran quite sluggish,
My mind raced on, ahead,
'New body, Lord,' my wish,
But 'Old' I have, instead.

Praying, as I slosh along,
The comfort room, in sight,
The 'throne-room' is where I belong,
Seems that nothing's working right.

Thank you Lord, I made it,
Pill and shower is what I need,
Brush the tooth, give a spit,
From my grogginess, I'm freed.

The morning, out the window,
Is bright and clear, today,
Preparing to Sabbath, Follow,
Prayer, and Fellowship, your way.

I whip up, standard breakfast,
Of pancake and two egg,
Body fed, still Spirit starved,
Christian teaching, I now beg.

You lend a place where I can go,
The teaching there is fine,
Much to learn, on Bott Radio
Meditation, with chair supine.

Watch the news, with you in mind,
How events play, to your word,
Event 'Travail,' no better word find,
Seems the world is making more sword.

Call this prayer, installment one,
As I commune with you today,
You know my heart, but writing's fun,
Prayer, floating in Love, sent your way.
AMEN

May your Word-light shine upon my heart,
May my prayers to be welcomed by you,
May the Tribulation Times soon start,
Day of Gentiles, then be through.
Archive & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49405/
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Regaining Wealth
By Arley Steinhour 090812

In November we get a President,
Be he greenhorn or crippled duck,
On the budget he'd better make a dent,
Or American's might call him 'Schmuck.'

Credit-line, is fading,
Job market, hit the fan,
Corporations, aren't worth raiding,
Peoples trust, molding in a soup-can.

Millions, on the welfare dole,
Millions, without gainful work,
Mom and Pop shops, in sink-hole,
Welfare lines need far-more clerks.

Dear God, I think we're sinking,
Or, is the water rising up,
Our cadaver, not yet stinking,
There's just no bottom in our cup.

Once upon a time, ago,
Cup, couldn't hold it all,
The extra blessing did overflow,
But that was just before the fall.

Free soup-lines, now get longer,
Soup so thin, you need a straw,
Bridges better for living under,
Complaining, is now against the law.

There is an answer, written,
Many people know it's there,
Israeli, are called smitten,
But, 'Cash and Carry,' is the Fair.

Except, for great big purchase stings,
Purchase cash, or do not need,
Finance only 'must have' things,
Firstly, Tithe, and Savings, feed.

Spend the Sabbath, with our God,
Love your neighbor, as yourself,
Bless Jesus, for saving, from Iron Rod,
We'll recover, far more than Wealth.

AMEN

Sometimes we need to swallow,
Every ounce of pride we have left,
If normal income lies fallow,
Work at any job, don't be bereft.
[that might blind one to the advantages]
Photo & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49406/

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Heartfelt Reminder
By Arley Steinhour 090912

Why do Christians hate to die,
When there's Heaven just beyond,
Where, nevermore an eye will cry,
And every soul, as family, bond.

In Jesus, we can never die,
His blessings, go on and on,
Here, on earth, or in the sky,
Our mortal debt is gift, not won.

Here, in this Prep School life of ours,
There's strife, great pain, and sorrow,
In weeks, or days, or maybe hours,
We be gone to that eternal morrow.

Eve and Adam, made a big mistake,
Eating fruit, from Good and Evil tree,
War, and famine, bones that break,
Born, condemned to the burning sea.

That is, unless, we make the choice:
Christ, Jesus, our God and King,
Praising him, we lend our voice,
To make our heart take wing.

Redemption, on Golgotha hill,
On the Cross, He bought us back,
Free from Sin, heart knows the thrill,
Holly Spirit abides, no more a shack.

Lift your eyes, to heaven's gate,
Open and waiting, calling us through,
Choose repentance, before too late,
Or, His 'Grace,' may abandon you.

Unrepentant, needs fear death,
With 'Choice' chances getting thin,
In Tribulation, a shortage of breath,
Surrounded by Hatred, and Total Sin.

AMEN
High Noon, for some,
Midnight for others,
Tribulation, soon to come,
Escape’s, Christian, sisters and brothers.
Archive & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49414/

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Once more the time for me to send,
The poem I send, each year,
The memory, keep alive and defend,
Of Flight Ninety Three Hero’s here:

Flight 93
By: Arley W. Steinhour 2002
[Modified slightly 090912 Tenth Anniversary Edition]

You wake up in the morning,
an ordinary Joe;
preparing for the routine,
of a young man on the go.

Shower, shave, and brush your teeth,
you pack your bag to leave;
kiss your wife and kids goodbye,
brush talcum from your sleeve.

The taxi ride is routine,
to where you’ll go aloft;
as sun is lighting up the sky,
where clouds are white and soft.

You feel the plane lift off the ground,
preflight jitters fade;
Great wife, kids, and job you think,
‘I really have it made.’

Minutes into flight time,
you get the dreaded news;
five hijackers, they be haters,
of our Christians and our Jews.

The message from the bad guys is,
“Be smart, against us not a hand“;
You know that throughout history,
they’ll just fly somewhere and land.

They’ll rant and rave excessively,
ransom they’ll demand;
call for release, from a jail
members of their band.

Your nervousness is soon replaced
with total abject fear;
As flight crew and the pilot
are pushed roughly to the rear.

The pilot says that something’s wrong,
the plane, hijacker now will fly;
and if he doesn’t do it right,
then everyone will die.

The cell phone in your pocket,
handy and maybe works;
call your wife to tell her
plane hijacked by some jerks.

She tells you with a deep concern,
Twin Towers have been struck;
and then you know beyond a doubt,
you’ve all ran out of luck.

The plane is going Southeast,
D.C. is on that track;
the aircraft is a weapon;
You have to take it back.

The plane has over fifty souls,
D.C. has thousands more;
the choice is simply who must die
from this heinous act of war.

You tell your wife you love her,
but you have a job to do;
you’re going to take the airplane back,
and subdue this crazy few.

You tell her that you may not live,
as something may go wrong;
these people don’t want money,
they want to kill our freedom song.

The last words that your wife will hear
brands freedoms corporate soul;
the battle cry, no better made,
than what you said: “Let’s Roll.”

Spectator, you no longer be,
your heart hears the drum and fife;
something must be done, and quick,
to save more innocent life.

Into freedoms history,
and shirking not your charge;
Bad guys lose, good guys win,
the price is very large.

You brought us all together,
that very fateful day;
the standard raised for “Patriot,”
you few have set this way.

Rest well you friends of country,
God bless, and keep your souls;
patriots, can die, but once;
While cowards live in holes!

AMEN

May what the passengers of Flt 93 did that day be the standard to be met,
as they did; the same standard stated by Jesus:
"No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends."
Flight 93 Hero's saved many 'Friends.'

Archive & Pic at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49416/

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Free FREEDOM
By Arley Steinhour 091012

How many people know my name,
Many thousands, or even more,
Each time I blog or play a game,
In time I've shown my inner core.

Someone knows what I am thinking,
Others know where my searches go,
Long after I've died, and quit stinking,
I'll be 'spammed' something I should know.

Eventually, lack of answering,
And never more, search the WEB,
the system will then do a swing,
I'll be an archive, compressed, and dead.

Choices will ring, forever knell,
'Statistic' of, 'what's good or bad,'
None knows if I'm in Heaven or Hell,
Unless they've read my Happy and Sad.

There is a possibility,
That I might make a dent,
In my Praise, and Poetry,
Living long after I've went.

The reading of my words to God,
Like or not, will claim a heart-spot,
Perhaps to avoid the Iron Rod,
Missing Eternity, where it's HOT.

I'm not that special, no-sir-eee,
Man of God, I do as I'm told,
In Serving, I am Oh-So-Free,
I can talk to God, this bold.

I don't forget, that He's the BOSS,
Won't forget, that He is GOD,
He sees that I don't suffer loss,
And forgiven my need for Rod.

You, too, can have a life, this good,
Starting now, lasting Eternally,
Your heart, no longer made of wood,
In His Spirit, You're Truly FREE.

AMEN

Come one, come All,
And grab a Pew,
Before, the Satan's Fall,
With Survivors, very Few.
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I Feel
By Arley Steinhour 091212

I feel like a young boy,
Whose parents walked away,
I feel like a big teenager,
Searching for words to say.

I feel like a young sailor,
Always off to sea,
I feel like a new father,
With my first son on my knee.

I feel like a man with children,
Running in and out the door,
I feel like life runs faster,
Much to do, and then some more.

I feel the pain of watching,
Children leaving, on their own,
I feel the empty aching,
Knowing, I can use my phone.

I feel the very lonely drive,
Caused by years of family plight,
I feel the long rebuilding,
With more and more, myself to fight.

I feel the joy of Salvation,
When Jesus fills my heart,
I feel the weight of sin gone,
I now do my witness part.

I feel deep, and pained anxiety,
Of mankind hating fellow man,
I feel anger at changed Society,
Where consideration's an also ran.

I feel the time of reminiscing,
Hasn't much more I can say,
I feel there's something missing,
So I'll get back, another day.

AMEN

Time, I wrote this mournful plight,
Time, to look back where I've been,
Times were great, and some a fight,
Times, you've long ago foreseen.
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Your Way
By Arley Steinhour 091312

When you bend your knee in prayer,
Be sure your heart is free of dust,
The kind you find, layer on layer,
In unborn heart, just call it Rust.

But, then, you’d not be praying,
For anything, but greed;
Today, prayer should be saying:
Dear God, strengthen, please, our need.

We need, and pray, your Will be Done,
Only you, have a Perfect Plan,
To repossess that which Satan won,
When Eve and Adam, took fruit in hand.


So many Christians, pray for peace,
But, only as ‘we’ recommend,
You knew, when you gave them the covering fleece,
Our Salvation, You had already planned.

Salvation, in that, you Never Change,
Jot or Tittle from your Perfect Way,
We need learn to Abide Your Perfect Grange,
As you enforce your Perfect Sway.

Please, guide us in heartfelt supplication,
As man faces Tribulation Seven,
May we, In You, be your Family Nation,
For, wherever you are, is Heaven.

AMEN

Keep the Watch, especially this weekend,
Perhaps for something ‘Wonderful,’
With Yom Teruah, just around the bend,
Trumpet Sounding might bring Mr. Wonderful.
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King Star Attack
By Arley Steinhour 091312

Old Jewish teachings, from long ago,
Kept kind of quiet, for those in the know,
Would not be believed, until the show,
'Kings Star,' is Jupiter, to us here below.

'When King's Star, comes under attack,
It's a 'sign,' the King is soon coming back,'
In Celestial timing, there be little slack,
End of time, for Gentile, is right on track.

The Bride, will, soon, be snatched away,
That could be, almost any day,
So, if at work, or out at play,
And hear the Trumpet, look up and pray.

In blink of eye, the Church is gone,
Left behind, only the unsaved pawn,
Earthly clothing in a pile on lawn,
'By Grace' Salvation, soon be gone.

Too soon, Survival, the main daily chore,
Food, once in plenty, existing no more,
Pestilence, Plague, and death by the score,
Supply trucks don't come, any more.

Those, Left Behind, Tribulation years face,
Many Judgments and Wrath for the human race,
Prophesied Horrors, and death, keeping pace,
More than half dead, most without trace.

If you read God's Word, you'll know He's not lying,
Heart's turned to Jesus, not left, with eyes crying,
Those 'Snatched Away,' deduction, they're flying,
Love Blessings, from Jesus, in Heaven, applying.

AMEN

Click to see article, and video clip of impact:
www.csmonitor.com/Science/2012/0912/Amateur-astronomers-spot-humongous-explosion-on-Jupiter-video
By Amateur astronomer George Hall
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I prayed for a sign, and possibly, a sign I received. This is FYI, as I am simply sharing some of what I understand, from my studies, and prayer:
FWIIW, not that it means a thing, B U T,

Noah received Seven day notice, that the 'Rain' would begin (as soon as he and family were God-Sealed, safely inside, from harm.
Yom Teruah (Rosh Hashanah), the 'Day of Trumpet Blowing (Great Noise)) just happens to be seven days after this sighting, on Sept 10.

Yom Teruah, according to 'custom,' is the day of: King coronation; Bridegroom snatching Bride, to consummate marriage; Day One of Preparation, plus other celebrations. Yom Teruah is the only Feast of God, that is on New Moon Day (a day and hour, no man knows), and there are eleven sets of nine, Trumpet blowing, and the 100th blowing is called "The Last Trump"). There are a few other reasons to be suspicious of Yom Teruah, but I've been windy enough.

IMO, worth a ponder.
Keep the Watch Sept 16, and 17.