Praise and Poetry

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Memorial Day Praise 2011a
By Arley Steinhour 050311

I will not fly my flag that day, half-way up the mast,
For none of us lived our lives so you could halfway last.

Some of us did not complete the life we had in store,
Some of us did lay down that life, upon far distant shore.

Don’t mourn for them, but praise their lives, freely lived, so short,
That life that they so freely gave; your’s live free, as their Cohort.

From Dream of Freedom, through today, many hear the Call,
Soldiers true to Red White and Blue, so Freedom can stand Tall.

So, look around, and surely see, a tear in eye, salute a passing flag,
Wonder who that tear is for, perhaps a buddies voice, that Death did gag.

Thank that Vet, who does survive, perhaps by another’s sacrifice,
A gentle ‘Thank You,’ from the heart, that tear will dry quite nice.

The Veteran is in the lime light, but we all do serve this land so free,
Teachers, Mom, Dad, fellow country-men, Ministers on bended knee;

Each adds a bit of ’service,’ contributing to who Veteran will be,
Quick to accept the calling, of our country, that all be free.

Please try a small experiment, Thank everyone you see,
For their service to our land, if not for you, then maybe me.

Standing Tall, together, with the Vet, and all Americans, we see,
Will resurrect the Big ’P’ word, ‘Patriot,’ from sea to shining sea.

Bless us all, Dear Jesus, as we thank you for this land.
Without your love and guidance, we’d be a motley band.

AMEN

This land we have is Blessed by God, this Land of the Free,
Patriotism to God and Country, keeps it FREE, for you and me.
For every 'Warrior' Veteran, there be a thousand supporting back behind;
But worry not, God sees us all, and has us in His Loving Mind.
AMEN

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Family Union
By Arley Steinhour 050511

A person blind can easily hate, a World class athlete,
Who challenges the blind man, to a race that’s fleet of feet.

Perhaps that be the reason, why the Christian, Jew do hate,
We’re always trying to show them Jesus, before it is too late.

We walk right up, stand in their face, and lovingly recall,
‘Without Rebirth in Jesus, God’s blessing be not at all.’

The Jew reflects to Moses, and God’s Holy Covenant,
Until they test Messiah, and He passes their test, unbent.

You see, they haven’t realized, that Jesus is the One,
Who came as suffering Servant, teaching Love to everyone.

The Soldiers only lashed His back, and drove in three big nails,
But every mark upon His body, took the wind from Satan’s sails.

Soon, so soon, I pray we see, the scales fall from their eyes,
Then they’ll know, though ineptly said, Christians told no lies.

Messiah, Jesus, comes to claim, those people, His servants be,
To separate those who Repent, from them refusing to be free.

A Thousand years, He’ll Rule the world, in perfect harmony,
Swords into Plows, War no more, Fruit only on a Tree.

So, in a very loving way, between ditch and Jew we stand,
Argue not, but nudge a bit, or gently hold their hand.

The timing of our Lord and God, will set the day and hour,
When Jew and Gentile, blossom into God’s Eternal Hybrid Flower.

No Jew, No Gentile, very soon, all be One Family,
Children to our God on High, Family Royal, at last we be.

AMEN

No Jew, No Gentile, Just God, and His Family. Home Sweet Home

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Mother and Her Day
By Arley Steinhour 050611

Day of Praising Mother is close, when we honor all she’s done,
From cleaning house, to cooking meals, to making life be fun.

Up before children or dad, Mom be, to start the day off right,
Directing traffic at the bath, so no one gets in a fight.

While doing that, she’s in the kitchen, fixing breakfast hot to eat,
Or, maybe setting out the cereal, with milk, and fruit, a treat.

Dad always wants his coffee, so the news won’t seem so ’dry,’
Especially around election time, when he thinks they all do lie.

Moms darting eye, inspects the crowd, for proper dress and looks,
Even down to fingernails, as she hands them lunch and books.

As dad and children load in car, mom reminds about eggs, and bread,
So dad won’t forget to do that chore, returning home to wife, and bed.

Knowing how he oft forgets, she’ll call dad before leaving work,
Using a ‘mom’ excuse, that dad remembers, and not feel like a jerk.

Dad and school age, out the door, mom has a moment for herself,
Take a sip of coffee, nibble a bite or two, put foodstuffs on the shelf.

From here, mom’s day may differ, depending on the life the family may lead,
But sure you be, she’s using her time, making decisions best for every need.

The platitudes are many, how mom answers a need or want, for family,
Somehow even a few of her own; most-often on bended knee.

Mom is much like Jesus, as he hung upon that fateful Cross,
Family needs, mom will fulfill, even if to her it does mean Loss.

She Loves and does, for dad and kids, staying right on track,
Mom would even go to the post for them, for lash to tear her back.

Without a tear, for her sacrifice, mom will smile and make life better,
Just as Jesus soon will do again, as He Returns, per God’s Love Letter.

So, Hug your Mom, give thanks and Love, every day of your life,
Not just one day, but every day, for being Mom, and your Dads Wife.

AMEN

You can't wear Mom on your finger, but you can call Mom with that finger, not just on Mothers Day, but Every Day, for all she has done for you. Mothers may not be quite as Loving and Giving, as Jesus, but they run a close Second. AMEN

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Birthday Sixty Three Complete
By Arley Steinhour 051111

You‘d think I‘d have a lot to say, about Israel today,
Two days ago, Birthday sixty three, passed without a fray.

On the day rebirth was orated, war came knocking there,
Neighbor Nations did attack, bloodied the joy-filled air.

Hatred, many Centuries old, surfaced hot as ever, in the heart,
Arab cousins, and now neighbors, wanted no Israel to start.

Without funds or weapons to resist, somehow foe was withheld,
No matter what the Arab did, God blessed, and Israel was upheld.

After almost nineteen hundred years, that nation Israel was reborn,
Now sixty-three, have quickly passed reawakening the land so torn.

Trees grow tall, with tasty fruit, plus fields of grain and flowers,
Cities built without a wall, with hostile peace still needing towers.

The prophecies, of God’s holy word, say’s Tribulation now be near,
As multi-millennial enemy, seeks yet to still every Israeli tear.

Not with friendship, but bitter disdain, Islam wants to take their every life,
They just cannot understand, that the people of Israel, be our God’s Wife.

Soon, I fear, will come the year, if already, this not be it to see,
Attack against little Israel, no friends left, stand alone God’s Olive Tree.

All alone, the Jew will stand, without a solid friend of their people,
Not even Countries Christian, who hide behind a rootless Steeple.

Many individual folk, Christian, through and through, Reborn,
Pray and offer what support they have, as leadership burns their corn.

So Happy re-Birthday, Israel, open you hearts to Messiah of the Jew,
Jew and Gentile nourished by same root, all with Holy Spirit too.

AMEN

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Brown Dwarf Sky
By Arley Steinhour 051211

Two Thousand years, plus twelve, it’s said, the world will be no more,
Many folk who see the future, have sworn that be the prophetic door.

The Mayan’s will stop ‘Rock Cold,’ Two Thousand, Twelve, the year,
The Shaker, Quaker, Scientists, say the big rocker is due, and almost here.

Christians say Tribulation is upon us, and Atheist doesn’t know or care,
Islam is looking for their Imam, twelve, and only zombies stand and stare.

The list, it seems, goes on and on, with Doom the favorite choice of all,
Some are anxious, some are bored, some don’t even hear the call.

Then, days ago, we get the news, an object is incoming, so close to Earth,
The closest that this ‘C’ will come is close, but leave us a nice close birth.

Scientists, have shrugged it off, as it won’t, no way, make earth a parking lot,
So what’s to worry, just snap the lens, and have much to talk to friends about.

So, why do I dare mention, a blob of iron ore, or rock, so far away,
When we’re looking at the chance of war, to be number three that day.

A group of folk, has combined the dates, of events not yet long past,
And found a maybe coincidence, that just maybe, on mind will last;

For it seems that on the trip through our system, it aligns with us and sun,
And on the day when alignment is straight, an Earthquake, big, has begun.

February twenty-seven, year Two Thousand, plus ten, Chili rocked and roll.
September, Four, of same year, aligned again, with New Zealand at the Pole.

Two out of two, not bad for a Rock, but so far out, how could that be,
Pure chance say folk, don’t worry now, until alignment three.

Two was closer than alignment one, and three would be less than two,
March Fifteen, Two Thousand Eleven, less than point five AU, Japan.

A U at Two point One, first two at over Six, Japan is rocked at Eight point Nine,
We’ve seen three alignments, by date, connected to an earth catastrophe, just fine.

But, alas, we be only halfway home, until this ’thing’ leaves Earth alone,
Alignments total Six, with Three more to go, before ’AMEN,’ we moan.

NASA has the numbers, but since ‘C 20-10’ misses, nothing does equate,
And by the time man figures out the danger, preparing will be too late.

There’s no sure way of knowing, but the alignment dates be happenstance,
Maybe, pray, just maybe, One, Two, and Three, coincidence, not a chance.

Alignment Four, September Twenty-Seven, at AU, Point Three-Eight-One,
October Seventeen, be number Five, AU, Point Two-Three-Two, won’t be fun.

The Sixth, and Last, November , Twenty-Three, the last having any danger,
C 20-10 is departing, at A U Point Five Six, less strong than Four and Five.

No one can say for sure what C 20-10 may be but named it ’Elenin X1,’
Some think it be a Brown Dwarf Star, with a gravity pull, not much fun.

Hypothesize is all that one can do, and that is really not a choice,
I tell you this to stay alert, in case mankind might need a voice.

The Chicken Little, in my head, is crowing much louder than ere before,
So at the end of this poetic ditty, NASA, and the finder site, data door.

A little bit off color, for a Praise to God, on High, from me,
But He placed the stuff out there in space, as signs for all to see.

So may I close this Harbinger, of possible danger and woe,
With Praise to God, who watches, over all the world, below.

AMEN

To check this out: NASA: ssd.jpl.nasa.gov/sbdb.cgi?sstr=C%2F2010%20X1;orb=1;cov=0;log=0;cad=0#orb

The Sky Watching group:
www.activistpost.com/2011/05/bad-news-from-nasa-proof-that-comet.html

Note: The above Poem is only intended as ‘Food for Thought,’ nothing more. I pass on something I have not studied, so I cannot say how serious this may be, if at all. //as//

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Watchmans Call
By Arley Steinhour 051411

As Christians gather in Churches bright,
Without concern for the Hate filled night;
While other members of Jesus’ light,
Will no more wage the mortal fight.

The hordes of Hell come through the gate,
To take life from all that they do hate;
Hearts filled with rancor, won’t dissipate,
Some, in the way, find God too late.

God looks down at all gone wrong,
Hatred has lived for way too long;
Those who love hide behind a song,
Thinking those, dieing, do not belong.

Your Holy Words, speak straight to heart,
Tribulation would be, right from the start;
The path is there to choose the sinful part,
Many chose this ’wide’ path, on the Chart.

‘Cry out,’ you say, ‘awaken all who will,’
Let all who hear know, the world is ill;
To know the truth, and keep silent still,
Means you chose to swallow, a ‘Bitter Pill.’

Knowing Truth, and silent be,
Proves the root, of long dead tree;
Nere produce fruit, nor ere to see,
Father, Son, and Ghost, the Holy Three.

For them, no cheek, no guiding light,
Always mad, and ready to fight;
Forever searching for the perfect right,
Lost to God, in Dark of Night.

Of all the sin filled, hope for yet a few,
Tribulation purges dross, and makes anew;
The Saints of God, Hell on Earth, askew,
Pay the price of wrath, but come out brand-new.

For those, who wait, or follow, sin filled path,
Open heart to Jesus, to be free from His Wrath;
Salvation through Grace, become Holy Lath,
Proudly counted His Child, in God’s Holy Math.

AMEN

Perchance the toes do 'Itch??'

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Disciples Packing Gods Heat
By Arley Steinhour 051411

Father God, I come before you,
With query on my mind;
What lay before this mortal zoo,
Considering what’s behind.

Unto the masses, faithful call,
Hoping that soon the people hear;
Voice ignored, frustrates us all,
When they seem to not have ear.

Book, Chapter, Verse, they do demand,
But only in their error filled book;
The Twisted words, are all ‘Left Hand,’
No way to straighten out that ‘Look.’

Attempts to check original texting,
Will raise up quite a clatter;
Greek and Hebrew they’re rejecting,
Making lying words fit expectation flatter.

With energy, and strength from You,
We venture into hostile world;
Sadly, Disciples be but loyal few,
Targeting Great mountain, yet unfurled.

So, bless us, guide us, teach us,
May we carry your precious Word;
To anyone who will listen, thus,
Until every Soul, your Word, has heard.

AMEN

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Psalm 83 a Poetic Paraphrase
By Arley Steinhour 051411

Oh, Father God, keep silent not,
There are those who war on us would make;
let us hear your voice speak hot,
Lest they come, to kill us for your sake.

For those who hate you, are out of control,
These haters boldly lift angry head;
Wise planning against your chosen people,
A Coop group, intent to make us dead.

‘We come to kill the nation,’ they bellicosely call,
Israel no longer be a word, in earthly memory;
To this end they all agree, the focus for one and all,
Hating us, remembered, we no longer be.

Edom, Moab, Ishmael, Hagar, and Gegal,
Ammon, Philistia, Amalek, and Tyre too;
Up comes Assur, to join the crowd, etal,
Now the support of Lot’s children, what a stew.

Do to them as Midian, Sisera, Jabin, also as Kishona,
Destroyed at En-dor, dust, and waste they became, with haste;
As their chiefs, Oreb, and Zeeb; rulers, Zebah, and Zalmunna,
Of that hateful army, you turned into earth-worm paste.

They would take your resting-place, your Mount. oh God,
Oh God, on high, make them like rolling dust, dry stem never born;
As wood is eaten by the flame, or beaten by iron rod,
So blow your hot wind, they destroyed be, your Storm-torn.

Make us strong to overcome, as you greatly trouble them,
Let them all be put to shame, absolute their destruction;
In such a way that men say, ‘Only Yahweh, God HaShem,
Ruler over Heaven and earth, the Most High’s sole construction.

AMEN

War is over, for this old tank, but there is much more war to come, Soon, I fear, it's almost here, that will be the death for some.

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Great Snatching
By Arley Steinhour 051611

The Rapture is truly coming, for those in Jesus to be free,
That truth is in the Bible, for every Soul to see.

So we can get ourselves prepared, for the day we fly away,
Those without belief in Jesus, simply do not go that day.

The Rapture is a real thing, happens soon, in blink of eye,
Believers, all, be Snatched away, for reward, beyond the sky.

‘Be Ready,’ is the buzz word, as we still don’t know the day,
‘As in the Day of Noah, and Lot,’ there is so much to say.

Noah had a Water storm, coming, for oer a Hundred year,
But Lot, had Sulfur, and flaming things, coming, very near.

Two different kinds of destruction, two times far apart,
It seems the only similitude, was they both had God in heart.

Something else fits in both stories, but so often people missed,
Both were placed in ‘Safety,’ before earth, destruction kissed.

Noah, had to build an Arc, to save all the animals around,
Lot was given an hour to escape, and gain safest ground.

God don’t figure to harm the Faithful folk, those who be in Him,
Thus the Rapture, of the millions, as earths population He does Trim.

Being saved from Tribulation has nothing to do with deserving,
Only Holy Spirit need go, but without abode, be quite unnerving.

Through God’s Grace, we’re saved from Sin, even Tribulation,
Through a Rapture, sometime soon, Christians from every Nation.

So, if your standing near a Christian, and they pop right out of sight,
Know that they’ve flown to the Light, and you are left in Night.

The door to Jesus, not quite closed, so time is there for your Conversion,
You missed the flight, but leave the night, Millennial Covenant Salvation.

AMEN

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Could-a Would-a Should-a
by Arley Steinhour 051611

When a person wastes what can be,
For a can of 'could have been,'
They refuse all gifts of God, to be free,
To hug, tight, an empty tin.

We come, we go, we're mortal,
With no written guarantee;
We stand at ship of life's portal,
Wishing for that which cannot be.

The gulf between, no bottom has,
The breadth is many feet,
We need get on before life pass,
Into Eternity, so sweet.

But, if we wail, and worry,
Throughout each and every day,
Our heart with mold gets furry,
Fills the mind with deep dismay.

So shake the heart, resuscitate,
before life goes away,
Excessive mourning wipes the slate,
of mortal experience away to stay.

Place all those mortal memories,
Into a heart place soft and warm,
Remember those are Histories,
Make new places for life to swarm.
AMEN

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A friend and fellow Blogger, Brian speaks to why he Blogs,
My response to him, rolling praise, like fresh cut logs.
We Blog at the local paper, www.mccookgazette.com the site,
As we live here in Nebraska land, and Blog with all our might.

To Brian Blogger Praise
By Arley Steinhour 051611

Would you cheapen your Blog with pay??
To that, fool, I say No Way.

Heartfelt must have a price that's free,
Or your couldn't sell a thing to me.

I share my gift of banter and time,
Offering things that sometime rhyme;

Praising God, the only One,
Doing that, is so much fun.

Perhaps we reach a broken heart,
Or person's Blahs, quick a Jump-start;

To Rev-away their mortal pain,
As on Life's garden, we provide soft rain.

I know you do, that's why I read,
Every word that you put out as seed;

So, pat your self upon the back,
A readership, you'll never lack.

With Christian love, you have my name,
On your Wall, to your local Fame.

Arley

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Confession and Challenge
By Arley Steinhour 051611

I never learned to fly alone, I have good reason why,
Every time I had to fly, Jesus drove, so I wouldn’t die.

You’d think there’d be no problem there,
Jesus flying me everywhere;

But Jesus never took a lesson, and hazards wouldn‘t dissipate,
But, He always managed to save the day, before it was too late.

The first time was a Piper cub, in nineteen forty seven,
Pilot went to spin the prop, in seat was naught, but heaven;

I guess he forgot to trim the gas, as it caught at full R P M,
Off we went, across the grass, pilot, bouncing on his, AMEN.

As plane left ground, he bounced, somehow, within,
Took us up, flew round about, for minutes, five or ten.

Another time, years after that, flight from Denver, to LA,
Plane left the ground making ugly sounds, hydraulics wouldn’t Play.

Up the valley between two mountains, trees trying to slap the wing,
What thrust we had, was pretty bad, I knew we’d feel deaths sting.

Only moments before impact, hydraulics did then cooperate,
Cleared the trees, and mountain top, with less than ‘feet’ to calculate.

The worst time Jesus had to work was at thirty three thousand feet,
Ready to descend, plane fell from sky, faster than gravity, Oh, neat!!

People pinned to ceiling, my belt held me close to seat,
San Francisco, coming up fast, again I knew I was dead meat.

But Jesus found the proper switch, and again did save the day,
One Thousand feet from Tara-FIRM, we leveled out, some way.

That be only a few of times that Jesus saved my life, and more,
So many times He saved my life, in planes, or distant shore;

How many times must one be saved, before returning to God on High,
And why does it always take a time, when surely he’s going to die??

Survive from death, ten times or more, God would know the count,
This mortal man returned to Him, as if Vengeance were his mount.

Accepting that He died for me, with nails driven through His hands,
Jesus, be his English name, God, and King of Christian Bands.

He makes me feel He died just for me, but that would leave folks out,
And one thing Jesus wouldn’t do is leave one lamb on hill, without.

He looks for us, the wayward lambs, with diligence and strength,
When He finds us ready, carries us all that distance length.

Two Thousand years, and far, far, more, He’s been saving life,
Physically, and Spiritual, that we be part of Family, called Wife.

Some say that I do weary them, about Jesus, I can’t stop talking,
Some of my friends and family, get up when I do, and start walking.

I have been told so many times, folks won’t come if I speak of Jesus,
For them I cry, and wonder why, yet know that they think Hell freezes.

Too many years, I neglected them, by being mad at man-made Church,
Mad at man, I turned away, but He wouldn’t leave me in the Lurch.

He saved my worthless bacon, time and time again,
Not talking about Jesus now, would be a mortal sin.

AMEN

My first underwater ride, that tried almost as hard as planes did, to kill the people on board. Ha.

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Midnight Blues
By Arley Steinhour 051711

Dear Jesus, it is four A.M. a time I’m seldom awake,
Waking up, I feel fully rested, and ready this day On to Take.

I don’t know why you woke me up, really do not care,
Just want to do as you’d have me do, let words fill the air.

I woke up thinking all about events when I was three,
My life accelerated to warp two, childhood gone from me.

Don’t get me wrong, I had my games, and funny things to do,
But being an ordinary three, was something that was through.

Home from Church, that fateful day, December Seven, Forty-one,
That day that lives in Infamy, when the whole world went under the gun.

I learned months later that war had been on the agenda since Thirty-nine,
But hadn’t reached the U. S. A. until Japan did lay war on the line.

Today, I fear for Israel, with fifty-seven hate-filled Nation Foe,
Chomp at the War-Bit, to send Israeli, where they want them to go.

Could this be the reason, you woke me up this night, so dark,
To tell me that Psalm eighty-three, has just began to Bark?

Or, maybe you were lonely, and wanted prayer to you, from me,
Prayer that fills my heart to the brim, no mater what or where I be?

If that be the case, no mater what, then Dear Lord, here I be,
With heart in hand, and Praise on lips, for you and world to see.

Morning time, in Israel, off to work in U K, and in all of E U stead,
May Your Will be Done, throughout the Med, now all are out of bed.

My Ego much prefers to think, you wanted to hear me pray,
As many souls this fate-filled day, would rather fight than play.

The news will tell me soon, I know, if there be anything in the world,
Worthy of my tears or joy, or Politics, or Blogging, to other folk untold.

I go to search, the either-ways, to see if there be any news,
Or realize, I’m just barking, because I have the midnight blues.
AMEN

On rare occasion I must pull him out, to look just like I feel, but actually the cat looks good, as I look like I'm from under a wheel.

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Giant Step in Life
By Arley Steinhour 051711

Graduation, come and gone, a Giant Step in Life,
Onward upward, is the goal, through happiness and strife.

All events that happen, moulds character into shape,
Character of Gold and Silver, but sometimes needing crape.

Most go on to Tech school, or College, to improve,
To study for a better life, than fitting into a labor groove.

Technology, not long ago, doubled every twenty years,
Today it doubles every two, bringing everyone to tears.

With that problem, no one can quit their learning,
Work eight, study eight, does anyone smell Rome burning?

Some how the students of today, must find a better way,
To work and learn, as they go on, and still have a better day.

The person who stops learning, laying back for just a while,
Will in short order, not have a job, and find it hard to smile.

Don’t let this news deter you, enjoy the technology race,
Always wear your running shoes, and set a faster pace.

Don’t live beyond your income, that trap will cause a stall,
The slightest problem could crush your life, then no curtain call.

No matter good, no matter bad, remember you be you,
With the proper attitude, you’ll never be a worn out shoe.

Enjoy the life within your grasp, excess you need pooh-pooh,
Best to live without an item, than without a home for you.

I wish you all, the very best, the race has just begun,
With determined smile, lace up racing shoes, and Run.

AMEN

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That Which Follows
by Arley Steinhour 051811



I saw so many Hippies, who took drugs, and lived in holes,
Singing Com-by-ah and such, Free Love their Social goals.

They’d sit about a camp fire, with Love or Death the conversation,
Puff a joint, pop a pill, and plan on building a brand new nation.

Luckily for them that were, camcorder not yet invented,
Alas, today has changed that, forever privacy circumvented.

People who record a clip, to express their malcontent,
Must live now, however long, and to that clip, Pay Rent.

Jesus said it very well, ‘That which crosses lip be much alive,’
Shadowing life of utterer, throughout, where ere they strive.

Husband Earth, we all must do, without a worship blathering,
Only God is worthy, of an Holy Worship gathering.

Praise the Root that give us Life, not a root of long dead tree,
Cry out with Love, and Subjugation, to our God on bended knee.

AMEN

It is always darkest, before the Light of Day, the Day we see things, God's Holy Way. AMEN

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Sneaky Help from God
By Arley Steinhour 051811

I like the words of Praise you give me, I really, truly, do,
Without prompting, Praise comes to mind, as if out of the blue.

My heart needs-be focused, on Praising You and only You,
Words then fill my heart, so plentifully, expressing Love so True.

Some days, I may just sit here, with a blank look on my face,
A look that is so empty, there be room for stars, from Space.

But that won't make me worthy, Stars have their own abode,
My empty look is still quite full, since 'Nothing,' is a heavy load.

The 'fuller-up' my heart is, the lighter be my 'empty' weight,
Overflowing, so much better, to share your Love, I cannot wait.

Beyond the door, called mortal death, I'll step with sparkling eyes,
Graduating, to stand before You, to never more hear mortal lies.

Evil that might still be in me, for that Eternal life I start,
Will melt away, as I pass through, the Flaming judgment on my heart.

So, keep the Praises coming, Lord, as you know the words you like,
I'll just be a loving mouth-piece, knowing Home-Run, never Strike.

I tried to put this together, as I sneaked words behind your back,
But you sneaked in and fixed it, keeping my Love and Praise on track.

AMEN

He that Watches over this watcher, Watches out over U-2, from the Blue. Woo-Woo!!

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Falling Away Today
By Arley Steinhour 051911

Betray your people, if you will,
You’ll find it is a bitter pill;

A pill chocked full of hate and pain,
No moral man need endure that Rain.
(Psa 11)

In Rain Forest, where the trees grow tall,
Number one killer is when a limb does fall.

Or maybe a Church filled with a Sahara of sand,
Living water not offered, yet with plenty at hand.

Seeking a profit, over mankind’s survival,
Betrays, far beyond any chance of revival.

The Sheep will be lost, Living Water, not found.
Woe shall be Storm on Church leaders, not ground.
(Mat 18:7)

There’s movement afoot, to say ‘No more I be Christian man,’
But of faith in sharia, from mohammed’s word, in quran;
(Joh 5:43)

The ploy used today, a uniquely phrased offer, to chooser,
‘It’s a religion of Peace,’ yet are ordered to kill, a refuser.

Many young souls, without a Bible education,
Are ‘Falling Away, denuding this Christian Nation.;
(2Th 2:3)

Those ‘Falling Away,’ may end in Spiritual ditch,
They could lose Salvation, the moment they switch.

God soon will send mountains, from space into Sea,
Sprinkle Wormwood on rivers, to poison many that be;
(Rev 8:8-11)

No person be ’Safe,’ as the Seals, all are broken,
After the Church hears: ‘Come up here,‘ bespoken.

We may pay a great price, for those that do Fall,
Blood of their falling, may pin some to the Wall;

Our Bema Judgment, may suffer much ‘Loss/Dross,’
Reward, we thought earned, not earned, per the Cross.
(1Co 3:13-15)

May our hearts reawaken, and take back our Faith,
Jesus is watching, few Christians be Safe;

One Hundred and Forty Four Thousand can’t fail,
The rest of the Faithful, ‘could’ still go to Jail.
(Mat 7:21-23)

So, rally to Jesus, let-not Satan Trespass with his sin,
Only with Jesus, at our side, can we cry out: WE WIN!!

AMEN
(Mat 6:13b)

They say that only ten percent of Muslim are radical in behavior, But that means only One Hundred Million want to make Jew and Christian dead, with their head completely severed.
The moderate, however, is moderate only until the radical tells them to become radical, or die. Then we could have over One Billion radical of mindset. Perchance?

[navyblue]

Questions and Answer
By Arley Steinhour 051911

How many good men have come and gone, before this life of mine,
How many blessed men and women have put life on the line?

How many children's fragile bones, were broken climbing trees,
How many cuts and bruises, have found a home upon their knees?

How many cats, can sing all night, when the mood does suit them right,
How many dogs need be in town, before one picks a back yard fight?

How many nights will I yet lay my head, upon sheets soft and white,
How many days, will I yet arise, to greet sun glowing oh so bright?

How many questions are there, one could ask for answer true,
How many answers are there, when there is but one of You?

Ah-Ha, I think I have it, not the questions asked that's right,
I know exactly what it is, it's my God, the answer, in my sight.

Thank you for the time, dear God, I'll sleep throughout the nights,
Soundly sleeping, as I enjoy, dreamland's glorious sights.

AMEN

Biker or Triker, Pogo or Hoop, Sidewalk or Sky-walk, these questions are mute. Only the Big Guy, God is his handle, can teach you to fly, without parachute.

[navyblue]

Rapture May Twenty One
By Arley Steinhour 052011

Sunday is a day, I fear, when Christianity, suffers haunt,
Saturday‘s for-sure Rapture, News men, and women, taunt;

The Rapture date has come and gone, with no people gone,
Other than normal demise, you all have been a pawn.

I could be wrong, and if I am, please have a laugh on me,
I won’t be here to hear the taunts, I’ll be with my family.

There is no way to say for sure, until the event be,
Jesus comes to ‘Snatch-away,’ for His Royal Family.

Saturday, May twenty-one, people will be watching,
Do we fly, or false prophecy die, for much later debating.

Sadly, for those who study hard, will then become a pawn,
Reputations in derision, respect and trust be gone.

The taunting and the nasty words, will denigrate the faithful,
If no one comes to beat us up, I guess we must be grateful.

The End of Days is coming, and now no one will early know,
Anyone studying Prophecy, will have no one left to show.

Months and Months will need to pass, before things settle down,
By then, perhaps the Snatching is done, as we least expect a crown.

So Keep the Watch for Jesus, as He soon will yet be sighted,
Never take your eyes off Him, or the path of which He’s lighted.

Mankind loves to make mistakes, and muddle up the show,
Satan loves to accuse us all, when the end he doesn’t know.

Mr. Camping may have made a dent, in Jesus’ retrieval of the Bride
If he figured close enough, to force plan ‘B,’ that Jesus did hide .

AMEN

This don't present a Trojen Horse, but something I don't believe is now. Keep the watch, and sing out loud, when you see Him coming on a cloud.

[navyblue]

Truth Today Maybe
By Arley Steinhour 052111

Father God, I come before you, on this fateful day,
Wondering if I feel rightly, or perhaps the piper pay?

The news is having hay-day, with what he ‘prophesaid,’
Do they just want to make a buck, before putting news to bed?

When I see the Christian attitude, my heart wants to cry,
This fellow, Harold Camping‘s Rapture, does he really lie?

Reaction to this attitude, pain in my heart takes toll,
Are we more worried about position, in an opinion poll?

Do we reach-out to the wayward, and offer helping hand,
Or throw them from our Christian Bus, into deserted land?

I don’t agree with what he says, too little proof to see,
Doesn’t hazarding all one has, mean they offer all they be?

Only you, oh, Father God, know when the Son comes for the Bride,
Covenant Ready, then has no chance, to snatch Jacket on this side.

I guess my query’s over, as to your coming, I’m satisfied,
Just so long as this Christian man, can be part of the Bride.

AMEN