Praise and Poetry

[Keith]

Mar 30, 2011 15:27:20 GMT -6 navyblue said:

Shalom, Keith.
Sadly, I am fairly sure that God has control, and He doesn't need a Churchill this time, only an Iron Rod.

Amen!

[navyblue]

As I See It Today 040111
By Arley Steinhour

The Last Day’s of the Gentile, you prophesied Israel does stand alone,
Almost Two Millennia, Jewish Nation existed not, nor had a Home.

History now speaks to that day when the Jewish Nation did come forth,
The very next morning there came attacks, from East, South, and North.

For over Sixty years now, the Jewish Nation struggles to survive,
Still surrounded by Islamic enemy, wanting to see not one Jew alive.

But, every time Islam attacked, with odds-on all Jews should die,
Israel ends up with more land, wins the war, as Star of David flies.

Now there is a new type of war, that Israel suffers through each day,
It seems by telling lies, Islam wins, when it couldn’t any other way.

Today. Jerusalem stands almost alone, with no one there to help,
What friends they had, did run away, to suffer Satan’s whelp.

Israeli nation soon be quite alone, until you stand and say ‘They’re Mine,’
Fulfilling many Prophecies, you had your Prophets write upon the line.

You’ve set the hook in jaw of Gog, and lead him where he will be tried,
That place soon called Hamongog, where five troops of six have died.

They turn upon each other, brother on brother, killing the other as if blind,
The world soon hears the wailing of wives and mothers, for their kind.

The remnant of attackers stagger home to state where God does stand,
‘No mortal man can War against the One True God of Israeli land.’

The stage now set for Tribulation, what looks like Peace is right at hand,
The Beast comes forth and all do sign, a Seven year Treaty, Oh so Grand.

For Seven Years, Peace should be there, but does for only half of that,
When Beast sets up Abomination, in Temple, Peace falls oh-so flat.

I cannot tell the story, of what happens in the last half of Seven,
There isn’t space nor words to explain, Hell, this side of Heaven.

So, if your saved, we‘re Heaven bound, if not, please fall upon your knees,
And turn your heart to Jesus Christ, as I can only now say: Pretty-Please.
AMEN

[navyblue]

Dance of Life
By Arley Steinhour 040211

Education supports the stage of life, on which each person’s dancing,
We choose the step and music, be it Tap, Ballet, or Contorted-Prancing.

The more we learn through training, helps smooth the dance step out,
That all who see us live our life, admire, or hate, what we’re about.

Education opens doorways, in our brain, and stuffs it full of learning,
But has no way to make life better, if that knowledge fuel isn’t burning.

The human mind can make a dent, without the books that teach,
But all too often, lack of education, turns one into a Social leach.

Don’t get me wrong, in what I say, Education, every person needs one,
But having Education, without application, is as a Day without the Sun.

The dance step needs a teacher too, to choreograph the beauty in one’s life,
It is even more important than the stage of Education, also Husband or the Wife.

Who, you ask, can choreograph, a clumsy dolt with skills just like a sock,
Standing right beside you, best teacher known, you’ll dance just like that Rock.

A Rock, you say, Hey, Hey, No way, I want feet like wing of a bird,
This Rock can make you fly to the sky, hear music you’ve never heard.

Make Him your Dance instructor, and Education falls in place,
Right choices on the Stage of Life, will insure you win the race.

Heaven Sent, and Heaven Bent, your skills will take on wings,
You smile a lot, and pray a lot, and do many wonderful things.

So, now you know the mixture, that is needed to make education work,
Let Jesus do the driving, through the wonders of Life, where demons lurk.

Dance the dance on stage you mount, but always seek to make stage better,
That way your life has excellence, and you'll be a true 'Go-Getter.'

AMEN

[navyblue]

Grace of God to Iron Rod
By Arley Steinhour 040311

Redemption price paid, in dark tomb you laid,
But not for very long.
Just before First Fruits Sun does shine,
Something has gone wrong.

‘Resurrection Day,’ You exit grave,
To welcome Morning Sun,
Grave can’t hold you, who knew no sin,
You live, The Perfect One.

Angels Praise, as Faithful Dead do rise,
Be with Jesus, every one,
To Heaven they go, the way You show,
God’s Only Begotten Son.

Mortal world will never be the same,
As You stepped out of the tomb,
You broke the Gate of Deaths door,
For Saints, Hell no more has room.

High Priest Praising, Grain Omer waving,
Not yet beaten, to make bread.
The day of First Fruits, Sun does shine,
When they hear that you aren’t dead.

You’ve risen from the cold dark grave,
The tomb cannot contain you;
Saints of old have risen too,
Walk around, to greet sky of blue.

The world will never be the same,
The Church Age soon begins,
You change your goal of Salvation,
To the Gentile, full of sins.

A veil you pull down over eyes,
On those of Jewish Race,
Because of Priestly rejection of,
Father, Son, and Holy Grace.

Two thousand years, the sentence served,
God lifts the veil, now soon,
Those of Jewish Faith in God, soon recognize,
Messiah Jesus, the Bride-Groom.

Jacob’s Trouble, now will be served,
The final Daniel Seven,
The Gentile Bride, and Holy Spirit celebrate,
Their wedding, up in Heaven.

Tribulation reigns on earth,
Destroying oh so many,
Time cut short, to save the faithful,
Lest there be not any.

End of Seven, Dragon fights you,
As Lion of Judah, you return,
No one can fight the Strength of God,
He who tries, will surely burn.

Millennium, soon then begins,
You rule with Iron Rod,
No more war, swords into plowshares,
Just for you, our God.

This is a compact story line,
Of things still in future near,
Those of Faith see no Tribulation,
We’re safe, away from here.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Congraduations
By Arley Steinhour 041111

Congraduation, to you all, as you mount the stage,
Accepting your diploma, does open a new life page.

Parents all are beaming, oh so proud of you,
Paper in your hand says, childhood now is through.

You leave the stage an adult, with freedom commensurate,
You now can make decisions parents tended to ‘over-rate.’

‘The World is Mine, I can have a life,’ think you,
‘Party down, and celebrate;’ and today that’s mostly true.

Day after may toll the bell, Truth of Life, with adult sway,
In the mirror, a brand new person, an adult doing things ‘my’ way.

That way be Education more, or job to start a family,
Put roots on Higher learning, or roots on a family tree.

The bright tomorrow has for you diversity of strife and life,
But don’t accept life second hand, fill tomorrow with your own life.

We each be so unique it seems, we need shape our own life-mold,
Strap it on, and start the voyage, of personal strife and life yet untold.

For some the voyage may be easy, for others full of pain,
On the some the Sun will shine, for others Hail and Rain.

A good name for the life you’ll lead, could be called ‘Prep-School,’
How you sail your ship through life, makes you hero, or a fool.

All take that lifelong voyage, you too, and will see,
To sail alone will surely end with eternal tragedy.

A Helmsman and a Captain, be there to guide and keep you safe at sea,
Unto Perfect Port of Call when voyage ends, where ere your life-ship be.

As you accept your papers, that weighs the anchor starting adult life,
Accept the only Captain, who can bless you, through all mortal strife.

You give up childhood, and take on job of life, whatever it may be,
I pray you take on that same Captain, who sailed me ore my Life-sea;

Jesus, is His English Name; He is so much in love with you, that’s True,
He even paid the debt you owed, His perfect life belongs to you.

The hand you feel upon your shoulder, as you step from the stage,
Is His warm and loving touch, that logs the entries on your life-page.

The pages you write about your life, truly begins at Graduation,
Jesus, and all the folk around, offer you, a Blessed Congraduation.

AMEN

May I dedicate my above, to my Granddaughter Sierra Bustamante, as she steps now into the trials and rewards of adult life, continuing her education at UNL.
May all, especially the class of 2011, see the need for Jesus in their lives, considering the times. Fair-thee-Well in your life's individual Voyage and experiences.

[navyblue]

Prayerful Banter
By Arley Steinhour 041211

Turned on the news this morning, to see what it would say,
Optimism wasn’t there, but I think we have another day.

Eight countries, in rebellion, Muslim Brotherhood to blame,
Western Nations without money, so that’s about the same.

The news folk say that all is well, as long as we write a check,
The only thing that we must do, is borrow, so what the heck;

No Pain, No Gain, the motto, of spending self out of trouble,
Who would dare try to collect, short of making a pile of rubble?

Many good folk grab spot-light, saying they do have solution,
We pay them Twenty Billion, and they invent perpetual motion.

Who do they think their kidding, we know that can’t be done,
Why, I’ve been working on that project, with no answer under Sun.

The President wants to ‘Change’ things, from free to subjugation,
By inserting only one word in our name, called Socialization.

How Social can a debtor be, when he cannot pay the rent,
Or buy a gallon, maybe two, with money already spent?

Walking days were over, around Nineteen Hundred and One,
Now, at Twenty, Eleven, we must relearn, walking can be fun.

A Quart of Wheat, or three of Barley, for only one day’s pay,
Seems to be in sight now, how to feed family, no one wants to say.

I watch a lot, I pray a lot, I think everybody should,
The only answer to our plight is a man who worked with wood.

Born to come and save us, paying price of Sin, he bore for us,
He now is ready to return, for Church, that is our big Plus.

Holy Spirit lives inside the heart, of every Christian Reborn,
He is taken from ‘Restraining,’ we go with Him, at the Horn.

So keep your Faith wrapped warmly in your heart, as we go Home,
Though we don’t deserve it, Holy Spirit won’t travel alone.
AMEN

[navyblue]

Promises, Promises, One Holds True
By Arley Steinhour 041311

Congress has a limp again, this one came on fast,
I guess the ‘Do-it’ attitude just didn’t want to last.

They say the job is tougher than they ever thought,
Settled in to office, promise made, now be for naught.

We complain about inaction, called debating at the top,
While not doing anything, to weed them from the crop.

We feed them with our apathy, as we look the 'other way,'
And now we may reap the bitter fruit, if Slavery comes to stay.

The time is soon oncoming, when the world will turn on us,
We’ll wonder just what happened, when we’re hit by a big Bus.

Third world nations will sue, for aid-promises we made,
Courts foreclose on all we own, to see that debt is paid.

Entitlements have greatest sway, over ownership they say,
Debts made by Representatives, accumulate night and day.

The future isn’t Rosie, as two more years is far too long,
Our country be beyond retrieval, we can’t repair the wrong.

We must raise our supplications, to Jesus every day,
That He come bail us out again, and maybe even stay.

Time is ripe for Great Tribulation Woes,
Church Age ends, Jesus will forever close.

He'll pull the weed, cultivate His Faithful crop,
And a thousand years later, He’ll stop Time’s clock.

So, if you haven’t done so, get down upon your knees,
Turn your heart to Jesus, don’t wait for H--l to freeze.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Trumpet Thunder Calls the Harvest
By Arley Steinhour 041411

Lightening flashes, Thunder sounds, God is sounding off,
To wake us up, to where we are, lest anybody scoff.

Our place is in mortality, until He calls us home,
Doing nothing doesn’t pay, no matter where we roam.

Through Faith, Belief in God on High, should fill our every day,
No matter where we are, or what we do, be it in a Christian way.

The clouds are heavy, with His tears, as if He wants to say,
“I truly wish you’d wake up, and follow life, My Way.”

But, most men yawn, by reaching out, as they change the channel,
Ignoring all they hear above, until study by a proper Corporate panel.

The tears come down, we call it rain, we cannot tell the difference,
One makes plants grow, tears grow, between He and us, a Separation fence.

Peter couldn’t stay awake, when Jesus was about to die,
Now He’s coming back, ere soon, asleep, we make God cry.

We celebrate His heinous death, and First Fruit Resurrection,
That followed four, quite angry days, of Priestly, Rude Inspection.

Four, Sevens, after Resurrection, the Christian Church was Born,
Bride Purchase made, and paid in Blood, we’re cleansed from Godly Scorn;

Two Thousand years, the Church has not changed, for sure,
Twas then, is now, our mortal need, His blood to keep us pure.

But, even with our Sin-filled problems, Jesus Loves us Totally,
And soon comes down, to take us Home, Of Sin, we then be Free.

There is a film, called Passion of Christ, everyone should see,
It hints at all the suffering, Jesus went through for you and me.

So, if you haven’t done it yet, please turn your heart to Him,
Join the group called Family, Blood Pure, and Wed to Him.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Not exactly poetry, but so much fun to read,
Child-like wisdom has the key to Faith we all should Heed.
So, settle back and open heart, to see the wisdom here,
Suffering the child-like mind, to remove from heart all fear.

Fifth Grade Homework
Email Author, unknown

A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school
asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use
them in 20 ways to communicate ideas about God.

Here are some of the results (Wouldn't this be great if it was taught in every school?):

God is like
BAYER ASPIRIN
He works miracles.

God is like
FORD
He's got a better idea..

God is like
COKE
He's the real thing.

God is like
HALLMARK CARDS
He cares enough to send His very best.

God is like
TIDE
He gets the stains out others leave behind. ..

God is like
GENERAL ELECTRIC
He brings good things to life.

God is like
WAL-MART
He has everything.

God is like
ALKA-SELTZER
Try Him, you'll like Him

God is like
SCOTCH TAPE
You can't see Him, but you know He's there.

God is like
DELTA
He's ready when you are.

God is like
ALLSTATE
You're in good hands with Him.

God is like
VO-5 HAIR SPRAY
He holds through all kinds of weather

God is like
DIAL SOAP
Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish
everybody did?

God is like
U.S. POST OFFICE
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will
keep Him from
His appointed destination.

God is like
CHEVROLET
The heart beat of America

God is like
MAXWELL HOUSE
Good to the very last drop

God is like
B O U N T Y
He is the quicker picker upper … Can handle the
tough jobs … And Won't Fall Apart on You

[Keith]

Wonderful!

[navyblue]

Curtain Rising on Christianity
By Arley Steinhour 041811 (eve of Passover)

Passover comes upon us, once the Sun is fully set,
To start the day of Sacrifice, that pay’s our Sin-filled debt.

Four days, the Pascal Lamb was watched explicitly,
For blemish, or impurity, to disqualify Lamb totally.

The Lamb of God, named Jesus, passed the Priestly Test,
As High Priest, just like Pilot, finds ‘No Fault,’ in the Best.

Perfect is the decision, to allow the Lamb to die,
This time Killing Him in Hate, makes one want to cry.

Through the day of Sacrifice, Prophecy did fill the day,
Events and timing filled to perfection, in a heinous way.

Found Perfect at Sun Rising, about Six o’clock that day,
When most folk were awakening, to enjoy a Pascal Play.

Scourged, and hung upon the Cross, by Nine, the Morning ‘Even,’
Between, two thieves, quite guilty, for living the life of an Heathen.

One on the Right, berates the Lord, for not saving self and them,
But from the Left, a plea to Jesus, to remember at Kingdom, him.

‘I tell you truly,’ said He, ‘you’ll be in Paradise, with me,’
Blessing the thief upon the Left, with perfect Eternity.

The Priests, and peoples taunted, a miracle wanted to see,
Daring Jesus, come on down, to prove the King He be;

Jesus kept His heart as pure, as He always had before,
Pleading to the Father, “Forgive them, as they know no more.”

High Noon came, as the sky did darken, looking very grim,
On Temple mount, the Pascal lamb was tied to the Alter rim.

At the time of ‘After Even,’ the High Priest his thirst did voice,
On the Cross, Jesus thirsted, vinegar on Hyssop was his only choice.

Our Sins were weighing heavy on our Savior by that time,
Calling out to God on High, Psalm twenty two, said it fine.

‘My God, My God, why do you forsake me,’ Jesus cried so mournfully,
God couldn’t look upon the Sin Jesus bore, for all humanity.

The Pascal lamb, on Temple Mount is sacrificed and finished,
Jesus surrendered His Soul that moment, with ‘It is Finished.’

Lightening flashed, thunder roared, earth quaked violently,
Temple veil torn top to bottom, as rocks rent, graves open silently.

To end the day before Sabbath began, dead must be removed,
Soldiers broke the legs of thieves, death came quickly, ever proved.

Jesus dead, His legs not broken, but a spear thrust into His chest,
Blood and Water, as prophesied, flowed from wound breast.

Thieves were quickly taken down, thrown into pit so hurried,
Jesus, lain in wealthy mans tomb, where no man ere been buried.

The Priests, I feel, knew they did err, in having Jesus killed that day,
Went to Pilot, pleaded for a guard on tomb, three days the safest stay.

They now knew Jesus meant himself, He would be resurrected,
Or Disciples could steal the body, the event that they suspected.

Three days and nights, passed without event, or so they say,
Until the Sun was about to rise, Day-One, called First Fruits day.

From Tomb, Jesus resurrected to Glory, TORAH Saints in grave did too,
First Fruits, walking through Jerusalem, heading Home, up in the Blue .

Soldiers panicked and ran away, Priests bribed them to tell a lie,
Mary Magdalene arrived, before the Sun showed light in sky;

Stone removed, Tomb quite empty, to Disciples she ran to tell,
Peter and another, scampered to Tomb, finding naught but empty shell.

It took the day for all to know, that Jesus had resurrected, as He did say,
When He walked into the locked tight room, proving He is the only WAY.

They had the Faith, they knew the Way, His teachings all made sense,
Faith in Messiah, Jesus, opens hearts with Salvation, just get off the fence.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Blood on the Door Post
By Arley Steinhour 041911

The blood upon the door posts, signaled Israeli lived inside,
Pascal lamb provided blood, and eaten quickly while they hide.

Death moved upon the surface, of Egypt that fateful night,
Blood, not on posts, meant nothing less than death and fright.

Any house without that blood, painted on post of door,
Experienced death of First Born, Pharaohs son, and more.

Plague Ten, the count, that God sent down, onto Egypt land,
Pharaoh cried, ‘Go away from here,’ Free Be, this Israeli Clan.

The blood upon the door post, kept death from coming in,
Slave of Egypt, Israel, walks away from death and sin.

The story of the Exodus, known throughout Worlds History,
How Israel took their Slavery along, hearts not yet be free.

Forty years, they moved about, in wilderness dry and bare,
Until all of adult population died, no Milk or Honey there.

I don’t need to tell the story, for every soul, the story knows,
How hard it is to take slave out of man, once within it’s throws.

So, let’s take a look at the blood again, and think another thought,
Other side of Golden coin perhaps, or desert rock I may have bought.

The blood upon the door-post, kept death away that night,
Supposing, just Supposing, that’s the antitheses of Right;

Door-post isn’t Door-post, on house built, by or for, mankind,
But, invitation, signed in Blood, for Holy Spirit, a home to find?

Put the Blood of Jesus, on door-post of hearts, and minds,
‘Welcome’ laid before the door, Blood marked, Holy Spirit finds.

Blood purified within and out, Redeemed, then He will stay,
Blood Welcomed, Tabernacles Holy Spirit, in the heart that day.

AMEN

Headquarters, of the World Kingdom, Soon.

[navyblue]

Out of Egypt
By Arley Steinhour 042011

Pharaoh ordered Moses out, with all his motley band,
Lent gold and silver, carts to haul, onto the desert sand.

Men, Six hundred Thousand, departed Egypt-land,
Plus the women and children, two million, out of hand.

God told Moses, “Just follow me, no one need take fright,
Cloud overhead in heat of day, Lighted Pillar every night.”

No one tired, or got thirsty, or even hungry, very much,
Day and Night they traveled, with no cripple in the bunch.

Day three gave all a worry, as they look straight at the sea,
Steep mountain on the right and left, and Pharaoh mad as could be;

Riding hard to trap Israeli folk, and kill them all that day,
Pharaoh wanted vengeance, for his firstborns life some say.

People cried and wailed so hard, Moshe got all the blame,
For taking them from Slavery, for a wilderness death, for Shame.

Moshe raised his staff up, held it in the air, with heart,
Wind blew, sand and water flew, the Red Sea did surely part.

Off they went across dry ground, God’s flame held back Pharaoh,
Israel wasted no time crossing, Pharaoh’s chariots God let go;

Blindly chasing God’s people, as if they too had His permission,
What happened then, quite tragically, Pharaoh found intermission.

Then God let go the water walls, it filled the void quite quickly,
Israeli people liked Pharaoh, not at all, so no one felt very sickly.

The pressure off, they could slow down, to remember their escaping,
In line with all their culture, cries of whoa, became their draping.

I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I’m cold, I’m tired , they wailed,
The only one sick in the crowd, was Moses, green and paled.

He found a pond of water, but bitter don’t describe the taste,
‘Oy-Vey,’ they loudly caterwauled, ‘Moshe will drive us to waste.’

But, Miracle of Miracles, Moses threw in the water a couple of sticks,
Water became sweet and pure, yet they blamed him for playing tricks.

Mount Sinai, a few days later, loomed way up to the sky,
Now they could make camp and leaven bread, and not wonder why.

The story doesn’t end here, but only takes a break,
I’ll tell you later about water and quail, after I had my steak.

It’s almost sunset, gotta run, chatting is fun, but sorry,
Off to study about Tribulation, last half of Exodus story.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Resurrection Pep Talk
By Arley Steinhour 042111

Great Love I have for Jesus, Great Love I have for you,
If everybody loved everybody, we never would be Blue.

‘Take up your cross, and follow me, teach in every land,
Leading unsaved to the Cross,’ He said, ‘I’ll even give a hand.'

Joyous songs, of Praise, we sing, prayers are heartfelt too,
We honor, and we glorify, His Love for me and you.

Sunday, as sun rising, we will honor His Resurrection,
All, of the Faith in Jesus Christ, can be proud of His Election.

He pulled us from the road to Hell, by moving into our heart,
All we had to do was ask, now in His Royal family be a part.

Once we belong, in His flock of lambs, then our work begins,
Bleating out our witnessing, to family and friends.

The more rewards we garner, is placed in our account,
Up in Heaven waiting, for when up to Him we mount.

At Bema Judgment, we submit our file, He purges it with fire,
Blessings, Gold and Precious Jewels, straw/paper has no hire.

The least reward, in Heaven, is more than one can dream,
I’m not even going to try, or I’ll inaudibly want to scream.

So keep the Praises flowing, and love deep in your heart,
As the little children find the eggs, and do their loving part.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Who Killed My Lord My God?
By Arley Steinhour 042211

Good Friday, Good Friday, the day we celebrate Jesus’ death,
Hanging on the Cross of curse, until He drew last mortal breath.

Tradition say’s He died on Friday, upon the Cross of Infamy,
Only the worst of criminals would die, while hung on a tree.

Warning, Temple Priestly types, ‘Three days and I’ll be back,’
There doesn’t seem to be a way, for three to fit a two day crack.

No matter, though, as that’s not the reason, I am addressing you,
Many peoples have been accused, of ending His Life so True.

Book of John, in Ten-Eighteen, ‘I lay it down myself, my power,’
Lay it down, and take it up again,’ Jesus would choose the hour.

Passover Lamb, on Temple Mount, played out the self same role,
A lamb don’t have Redemptive power, nor Pascal Sacrifice control.

The Pascal Lamb had played the part of Jesus, since Egyptian Exodus,
But, on that day, so long ago, Jesus hung by choice, for all of us.

No longer would man need a yearling lamb, to cover our mortal Sin,
Jesus died, this Royal once, for man’s Eternal Redemption to win.

Redemption isn’t automatic, oh no, as there be required activation,
We submit, to be owned by God, and be part of His Family Nation.

Reborn in Jesus, we open our heart, for Holy Spirit’s Fiery Baptism,
Belong to God, forever saved, protected from Satan and every ‘Ism.’

So, no one killed the ‘Son of God,’ not Jew, not Roman, not us,
He gave it up to save us, His power, His choice, Our Eternal Plus.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Waiting in Line for His Return
By Arley Steinhour 042311

Shabbat Shalom, to one and all, and thanks to David Hughes,
We see another bit of truth, hard to believe in the Christian news.

We sit here in our comfort, music playing 'Sweet By and By,'
In other parts of our God's world, Christian's do many die.

There before the Throne of God, there's little room to stand,
To allow the Souls of martyred, crying 'LORD, revenge us, when?'

'You gave us Christ, we paid the price, Agape is its name,
so we can have, with you Forever, and nevermore bear shame.'

God says, calmly, 'Keep the Faith, Dear One's, there's still a few to go,
To reward the sacrifice you made, by giving up life, through Martyr Woe.

White Robes passed out, to calm the tears, of those who martyred be.
Perhaps the 'Seals' are being broken, fore-to rescue you and me?

Perchance you wonder, why the story went there, but hold on and you'll see,
This Sabbath day, with Jesus in Tomb, graves opened, dead waiting too, be free .

No one mentions, almost never, that when earth shook, graves did 'open' too,
Marked like the Omer of Barley 'waived,' First Fruits presented, yet to do.

When Jesus 'rose,' they 'arose,' but that be tomorrow morning,
I only want to state the facts, better yet to give you warning.

Before living Christians spot Him, Resurrected Saints lead the pack,
So, when the dead come out of grave, we know He's called, and be right back.

Tomorrow morning, we honor Jesus, for sealing Adoption in His blood,
God's Family, that's what we be; nevermore can Satan sling his mud.

So set alarm, rise before the Sun, and lift your arms in Praise,
Any time now He will come to take us home, just after the dead he raise.

AMEN

[navyblue]

Day Light Day Bright
By Arley Steinhour 042411


Oh What a beautiful rising, just before the Sun,
On that Resurrection day, of His only begotten Son.

The Tomb lights up, stone door opens, Sun begins to raise,
Resurrected Jesus presents Himself to sky full of Angels praise.

The quaking of the earth subsides, could hold the King no more,
This one event, redeems from Satan, our Salvation, Shore to Shore.

We see the New Age dawning, of what we call Christian Church,
Butterfly from cocoon emerging, with Dreadful Satin left in lurch.

The counting of the Omer starts, this day of First Fruit’s presenting,
Sleeping Saints rising up, going Home with Jesus, from Sheol’s renting.

God gladly sacrificed, with Love, His only begotten Son, that day,
To pay a debt He didn’t owe, for the debt we couldn’t ever pay.

The morning we call Easter, we need all be on knees to pray,
Thanking God, and Jesus, for our Redemption price that He did pay.

We celebrate, with pleasure, as with gratitude, all to Jesus Christ, on High,
Who, will, quite soon, come for His Bride, the take them By and By.

Don’t miss the call, from high in the sky, nor the Trumpet Calling,
When we all go up to meet the Lord, left behind those who would be falling.

A Very Happy Easter, I offer to One and All,
As I keep the Watch for Him, as well as a-hem, Y’all.

AMEN

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Pentecost Wedding
By Arley Steinhour 042511

Day 1 Sunday, started Omer count, with forty-nine to go,
To reach the magic fifty, when Pentecost we’ll know.

Harvest should be over, or very little yet to do,
Celebrate the grain we have, to eat a year or two.

Looking back on these past fifty days, work be hard, hours long,
Being finished doesn‘t matter, day Fifty is for Food, and Song.

Three times a year, men must come up, to pray at Temple Mount,
Pentecost is number two, without a month, but fifty numbered count.

Not much is known from Bible, Old, about the reason why,
But, on this day, after Jesus’ death, Christian Church did fly.

Holy Spirit filled the room, with sounds of wind and flame,
As Disciples prayed, the Church was made, ‘The Way’ be the name.

Some time would pass, a year or three, till ‘Christ-ian’ was called,
Chances good, the name did deride, just like ‘Snatching Bald.’

The badness didn’t last long, as Apostles shined up the Name,
Before any body knew it, Name had Great Positive to claim.

Holy Spirit, coming on Disciples, about all we know about,
Tradition says there is much more, but one sure does stick out;

It seems there is a story, about when it’s time to marry,
Shavuot / Pentecost, favorite of time, excellent to Tarry.

Father calls the son aside, ‘It’s time to fetch your Bride,’
You and your friends retrieve her, room ready now inside.

A year or more, has flown by slow, since seeing the Bride last,
And now the Father say’s times right, now time goes by too fast.

The Feast is good, the wine flows free, without Bride and Groom
Seven Days, the Bride and Groom, are in their hidden room.

So when you see Pentecost arriving, expect to see Bridegroom,
For Seven Day’s of Years, we can expect, to be in hidden room.

AMEN

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Enduring Faith
By Arley Steinhour 042911

Where oh where does a family go,
We used to live right here;
Till the storm came in to blow,
And we quickly lost our cheer.

Thank you God, for your protection,
Without it, we’d be lost;
In the piles of rubble here,
Our lives, the final cost.

You allow, what we endure,
To make us stronger in you;
That our faith be Petra Sure,
And Eternal Reward, so True.

The ‘things’ that flew away that day,
Can, if needed, we’ll replace;
Possession Dross, also flew away,
Without that, we’ll have more space.

So, please, dear God, remember our need,
As we start the road of recovery;
Like a garden, we must clean and re-seed,
Better, deeper, loving Faith, devoid of greed.

Help the neighbor, as much as we are able,
Blessing others, more than self;
When we find it, set the dinner table,
With Love, the first thing on shelf.

Praying, as we’re working hard,
To let you know we understand;
So we can have a God Filled yard,
And best neighbors in the land.

Please bless us Father, one and all,
As You see us through these tragedies;
Each day, before we hear sleeps call,
May you find us on our knees.

AMEN

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Birthday SaMach Shalom
By Arley Steinhour 043011

To Yisrael, Yom Sa‘Mach, Mikrah, a few day’s away,
Sixty Three, since Rebirth, will mark that Joy-filled day,

No-sooner marked, but attacked, at Sun before high noon.
Heralding God’s raising, speaking to the dry bones, strewn.

For Sixty-three, long years, growth, and maturity,
With IDF and trust in God, you pray for security,

Yisrael returning, Aliyah, back to your ancient home,
Muslim neighbors don’t want ‘you,’ or be near their ‘Dome.’

Nine, Sevens, soon are history, with only one to go,
That be Jacob’s trouble, this last Seven Prophets know.

Cleansing Holy Temple Mount, hearing Fife and Drum,
Temple built and pure for use, inters Millennial Kingdom.

No country will stand with Yisrael, You‘ll have naught but God,
Needing no other hand but His, and His Iron Rod.

Heinous acts of butchery, and hatred, from the heart,
Will close the Days of Gentile, with Kingdom about to start.

Messiah comes, yet once again, to save the Apple of His Eye,
Saving faithful remnant of Yisrael, who’ve learned He didn’t lie.

So, gird your loin, and pray to God, that He watches over you,
Christ-ians, who do support, will be, sadly, but Saintly few.

The Church be gone, you stand alone, for Seven dreadful year,
But God is truly watching oer, the people He holds so Dear.

So, Happy Rebirth, Israel, you’ve come so far, His Truth to find:
Once the Christian Church is gone, your Salvation, is close behind.

The ‘Lion’ comes, as you have prayed, with two-edged sword, unbent,
To speak the end of Jacob’s Trouble, bring Home Israel, Repent.

SaMach Shalom
AMEN