Praise and Poetry

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Truth Today on Rapture
By Arley Steinhour 052111

Mr. Camping was wrong it seems, now many faithful on street will roam,
And some, perhaps, most sadly, have lost, much more than their home.

I thought I had the answer, back in Oh-nine with day not hour,
But somehow, my good answer, managed to Royally go sour.

My yearning was to graduate, and I guess something got overlooked,
God's will for man, or perhaps even, the Heaven plane was overbooked.

Once again we settle down, and wait another while,
Jesus should be coming soon, so wait on Him, and smile.

Keep the Faith, and keep the job, no mortal mans word on top,
Read your Bible, focus only on Jesus, and time will never stop.

AMEN

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Wedding Feast, or Wailing Heart
By Arley Steinhour 052211

Blessed are you, Oh, Lord our God,
King of the Universe;
Who gave us your only Son to bear the Rod,
To pay for our Sin filled curse.

Two thousand years, we've come and gone,
Your Son's name on our tongue,
Two thousand years, we've remained like stone,
Your Son's song still unsung.

The time you have allotted,
to be called 'Finished' very soon,
How many names have you blotted,
For living desolate as the moon.

Faith in Christ, should be complete,
The whole world, in harmony,
Praise and Worship at His feet,
Set for Bridegroom's Matrimony.

No matter, soon, you close the Gate,
The Wedding Feast to start,
Those not seated at table, be too late,
Will Gnash the teeth, and Wail in heart.

AMEN

The Table is set, the food prepared, instruments finely tuned, waiting for the Father to release the patient Bridegroom.
Are you invited?? Check your Heart, Once the doors close, there will be no quick 'Jump-start.'
AMEN

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The Race
By Arley Steinhour 052211

Blessed are you, Oh, Lord, our God,
Who’s breath keeps our flag unfurled;
Keep enemy swords at bay, with Iron Rod,
Safe from lances, also at us hurled.

Please do this, not for aught we’ve done,
But, like Salvation, through your Grace,
May our enemy be kept on the run,
Until worthy of, being in your race.

The race I speak of, leads straight to you,
The only goal worth achieving,
Participants surrender to your love true,
Fleet of foot blessed, for just believing.

Who are we, to stand before our God,
To ask boon of blessing from the Son,
We are those who trust, in Him that wields the Rod,
Begotten Son, Jesus, your ‘Only One.’

Please bless this wayward nation,
On this Planet full of hate,
Remember you gave us station,
Though we repent quite late.

AMEN

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TEARS
By Arley Steinhour 052311

Tears of Pain, once fell like rain,
There seemed naught else to do,
So many tears, I felt I’d go insane,
I then ‘stumbled’ over You.

I lay there, pain-filled, crying,
I knew naught else to do,
You touched and quelled my sighing,
I knew that it was you.

Lifted up, I tried to see,
Your face and beauty know,
So many tears, flowing from me,
Not right for tears to show.

You touched my brow so tenderly,
But tears continued, didn’t quell,
My tears turned into tears of Joy,
The difference even I could tell.

Through tears of Joy, clarity,
Focus on you complete,
Gave you my heart, all I be,
Only Joy-filled tears can wash your feet.

AMEN

Take your pick as to the appropriate description:

Pain-filled Tears, many years complete,
To find God's only Boy;
The task complete, here at your feet,
Praise, with Tears of Joy.

Come surrender, your heart now,
To God's only Boy;
His gentle touch, upon 'your' brow,
turns pain-filled tears to Joy.

Tears of pain don't clean the feet,
they only make more mud.
Tears of Joy, tickle the toes,
and wash off highway crud.

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SUNRISE SONPRIZE
By Arley Steinhour 052311

This morning, as the Sun came up,
Number six thousand two hundred twenty five,
Praising God, arose, to break fast and sup.
Praise focused on, how long I’ve been alive.

I calculate, quite close, to be
(Used my pocket calculator),
Sun-rises more than memory,
Some bad, some good, some greater.

There was that time under the sky,
I slept quite well till morning,
Big drops of rain, hit me in the eye,
Dark Cloud, intent on storming.

There was that time, another morn. of life,
Motel room, twenty miles from home,
Awakened, to smile at my new wife,
Only to board a train, to be off to sea alone.

Then those other mornings five,
Marking heart with baby, newly born,
Fat, sassy, full of life-drive,
Proud of all my children every Morn.

Between each wake-up Sunrise,
A time to pray and rest the head,
Preparing for final SONPRIZE,
Never more to rise from bed.

The time is coming, soon I feel,
Bridegroom does Snatch away,
Taking Bride, that He does steal,
To Life, Forever and a Day.

AMEN

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Riding By Blue String Way
By Arley Steinhour 052311

My Blue, Velvet, String, on which I ride,
Seems almost never now to tangle,
My life has followed that which I can’t hide,
A voyage with a different angle.

Too many diversions to paint the scene,
Too many memories deep inside,
Too few the inches upon the screen,
Some scenes, I’d prefer to hide.

The string I ride, God made for me,
No one else, my ride understand,
Years it took for me to ride free,
Supported by His Strong hand.

The scenery goes streaking by,
Much beauty there is to see,
So much that some may miss my eye,
Until grass paints like a tree.

The breeze of life flows past my face,
My ears hear the mournful sound,
Of everything fitting into place,
As I step farther onto Prophetic ground.

So long as I’m making headway,
I know there is work to do,
Even praising God each day,
With my heart, made pure and true.

Some days I think I see that end,
Others, string flows out of sight,
He’s coming soon, around the bend,
To take us where there be no night.

There’s plenty to do, and much to say,
Tune in to Jesus, your every day.

AMEN

In Heaven, I'll feel much younger than now, but not this young, I pray. I'd like to enjoy Eternity, but not in a Diaper wearing Way.

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MEMORIAM 2011
By Arley Steinhour 052511

We have a country worth defending,
Some times it means a life is ending.

Through the years, when man goes wild,
Many good guys, no more make a child.

So, once a year we dedicate a day,
to celebrate those lost so far away.

Not many lands where we have no dead,
Many sleep with Tombstone at their head.

Freedom costs good lives through sacrifice,
One dead, a Million living free, fair price.

So say a prayer to God on High,
Bless them all up to the sky.

I viewed a video moments ago,
Go take a look, and you too will know:

god-gives-us-strength.blogspot.com/2011/05/cost-of-one-soldier.html

Remember them all, in a silent prayer,
They all, as I, will say "All is Fair."

AMEN

Eighteen Thousand men make up the statue, in Nineteen-Seventeen.
Can we keep it Standing FREE through Twenty-Seventeen, at least??

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Tyke With a Trike
By Arley Steinhour 052511

Age of Two, almost Three,
A Trike belonged to me,
Salvage purchased, meaning free,
King of sidewalk, that I’d be.

I couldn’t ride it, much that fall,
Front wheel too big for me,
After winter, and growing,
I’d be riding free and tall.

Seat was loose, front wheel bent,
A touch of paint in need,
Grandpa’s shop is where it went,
By Spring, it’d be new, in deed.

I tried to ride for about a week,
But winter was setting in,
Weather getting colder,
Motivation was very meek.

I think I’ve mentioned this before,
But December Seven came along,
War was on, and Peace turned off,
Time was needed to even the score.

That winter was a whirling kind,
Army Air-base came to town,
Grandpa started building homes,
So Soldier families could unwind.

Spring approached, Winter passed
Life changing drastically,
My Trike got moved around, but,
The War I’d win, if it was red, and fast.

Somehow, my Grandpa it repaired,
Painted Red, and looking strong,
Snow, all gone, warmth coming on,
After a bit, with neighbor kids, I shared.

War shortages, rationed much.
Gas, and things like food,
I packed a little extra weight,
Trike burdened by my heavy touch.

Flying down the hill, one day,
The front wheel gave up the ghost,
Looked almost like a figure eight,
Trike lost the war, to stay.

The call was out for scrap and stuff,
To make planes and bombs and such,
Grandpa helped me haul it away,
And place it softly in pile, not rough.

I hadn’t owned, my Trike that long,
But I rode hard every mile,
Somewhere, over there, I know,
As it fell to earth, it sang a victory song.

AMEN

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Memorial Sales
By Arley Steinhour 052611

Memorial day, Ads all say:
‘Get out your check-book fast,
We have bargains on the way,
And know that they won’t last.’

Nothing said, to show people died,
To keep this country free,
Bring money, not your Pride,
Or Credit-card, if need-be.

How many flags have you seen on sale,
How many wreaths, to place on graves,
How many feet walk grave-yard trail,
Seeking them who kept us from becoming slaves?

Great day for a Bar-Bee-Que,
Or High-paid Sporting Game,
Except for those who paid the due,
Their tombstone shows their name.

Memorial, means to ‘Remember,’
The Brave, the Proud, the Few,
Who, January through December,
Served and Died, just for you.

The Bar-Bee-Que, worthy if you share,
The discounts, worthy too,
But bow your head, and say a prayer,
For those who died for you.

Dear God, bless those of them, etali’i,
For Serving and many loosing life,
To keep this Nation Free from enemy,
So we never suffer Slaveries strife.

AMEN

Pray also for those Left Behind, to mourn a fallen hero,
Freedom isn't ever Free, Life without them equals 'Zero.'

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Final Days of Seven Years
By Arley Steinhour 052611

Two Hundred Million valiant men
Will stand tall on Megiddo plain
Look to the sky, and then know why
Death comes down, like shining Rain.

Too late to take away the mark
That is branded on their hand
They joined the Beast and promises
Running rampant throughout the land.

‘He is The One, the Only One’
They had cried three years before today
When he proclaimed himself as god
Christians and Jews, quickly ran away.

More than a year it took them
To guillotine the Christian hoard
Singing songs of Godly Praise
As they lay neck on the board.

Seven years Tribulation passed
Much quicker than one might think
The mighty one rose to power in three
Followed by three of death, and stink.

Most by now have figured out
‘We chose to follow the wrong man’
The other choice called Jesus
Was a myth, and ‘King of that Hater Clan.’

Christians had learned to hide quite well
Working mostly in the dark of night
Telling those without the mark
Follow Jesus, He‘ll bring to them the fight.

Now, here they stand on Megiddo Plain
Preparing to fight the Leader of that Clan
Not many Christians left alive
How could He win without a fighting man?

Up in the sky a light began to glow
On this darkest night of nights
Brighter, Brighter, ever Brighter
The Light washed away the night.

Weapons drawn and at the ready
Prepared to repel a mighty hoard
But only one man on white horse
Came, in His mouth a mighty sword.

A word He spoke, that danced and flew
From the edge of sword on every side
Soldiers standing, never heard
Two Hundred Million fighters died.

His Glory shining brightly
The war on earth complete
Every person still left alive
Yet to bend knee at His Feet.

A Thousand years the Kingdom
To make all things complete
With one last time for Satan
His final fate then meet.

That should be another story
But it’s really short you see
He finds a bunch of rebels
God speaks they’re all dead meat.

That’s an ETERNAL AMEN, folks

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Nation Under Gods Foot
By Arley Steinhour 052711

Under God, we have a Nation
At least for a short time yet
Some people despise it’s station
This Republic we did get.

Memorial given just once yearly
One day to give our thanks
Sacrifice that some paid dearly
Greedy folk took profit to the Banks.

Millions died on planet Earth
Freedom paid for in their blood
Now we pray for rebirth
Change where Lady Freedom stood.

It seems folks want life fully Social
Having comfort without work
Failure makes one very special
The one who works is now the Jerk.

Every person who did ever die
Sacrificed to keep this Nation Free
They all would rise, sit down and cry
For this disaster that we see.

Our leaders, representing us
Them, all our purse strings do control
Would just as soon throw us under a bus
Than cease using the mega-credit-spending bowl.

They don’t protect the ’working’ bloke
Only those who be on welfare dole
Even those illegal folk
Who crawl out of a hole.

The worst one’s are the one’s who watch
Wondering where the protection went
Call a cop, and close the shop
Until someone else does pay the ‘Rent.’

Nation Drowning, People Frowning
Economy Heaving, People Leaving
Hero’s mostly Dead, Leaders mostly Red
World filling of Hate, Christians awaken too late.

Naught else to say, but A M E N Perhaps, soon His Foot will Fall.

Smell the Ozone, See the Lightening, Hear the Thunder roar, Someone should do something, but don't step past the Blood upon the door. PRAY.

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Memorial Day Two Thousand Eleven, the week-end has begun,
I offer up a story, about how Memoriam is won.

The Veteran Serves the Country, and life may sacrifice,
But let me tell you neighbor Sacrifice has Higher Price.

Deeper in the background, service done to mold the Soldier,
By many people influencing the things that made him bolder.

Often times just a little thing, with no benifit here and now,
Will cause a brand upon the heart, later showing up, somehow.

The story, here, offers one example of what I speak about,
read the words, take to heart, and then, Go Try it Out:
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Service to Others
Author Unknown

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam, and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.. Tell them, before it is too late.

Note from Arley: Veterans who ‘Serve,’ and sometimes Die, have been Served and Influenced, all of their lives, by a diversity of people and things, and experiences. Remember them all, folks, lest a Great Rending develop in the fabric of our Freedoms, Red, White, and Blue.

No Matter what they say, We're gonna Pray, and don't get in the way.
Love our God, Love our Country

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Prophetic Nightmare
By Arley Steinhour 052811

Everybody wants to be in Heaven
Hell is where we qualify
Donate dollars six or seven
Not yet Reborn, doomed to die.

Perhaps, you help a poor old lady
Cross a street, or climb a stair
God wouldn’t say you’re ready
To be in Heaven by splitting hair.

You won’t, repent the ‘fun’ things
Spend more than an hour in a Pew
Dozing from your late night flings
But offer Hallelujah, one or two.

Out of Church door, skitter
Race to yonder Sub and Suds shop
For finals of annual ‘Spittoon Spitter’
Speed along, praying not see a Cop.

Dang, you left your Bible on the Pew seat
Not worried though, it’s only Paper-back
Haggled for at Yard Sale down the street
For a nickel, as it smelled like musty shack.

From the left you think, not sure
With mind upon the spitting
Something shiny had the cure
No more worry about Fence-sitting.

Suddenly your full alert
Huge book upon the Table
Funny no where you be hurt
To stand here, should not be able.

Judge shook head slowly
Sadness filled the air
Searching without finding
Your Name just wasn’t there.


Many times you almost ceded
Each time you turned away
Every time He pleaded
You had naught to say.

He signaled with His Left
To an Angel on your right
Who took you by the hand, bereft
And led you into Eternal Night.

Awakening in Torment
Condemned you know you be
Say, ‘Now’s the time to Repent’
Be saved, be Totally FREE.

AMEN

A wreck like this, someone should die, but didn't, Jesus reached out with his hand, and saved us from bereavement. IMHO

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Seeds Die and Multiply
By Arley Steinhour 053011

This day be the Thirtieth
The Thirtieth of May
Memorial day we honor
Dead, near, and far away.

Some, will do as yesteryear
Family gravesites decorate
Trusting that in far off land
Other Countries participate.

Focus mostly shifted
To the Veteran who has died
Serving Freedoms call for them
In Far Off Country-side.

War seems to show it’s ugly face
When peoples don’t get along
Someone's out to enslave Others
and that folks, is ‘So Wrong.’

Jesus said that ‘Seed must die’
and germinate, to obtain a crop
Producing the many seeds needed
So Freedom’s fare will never Stop

Freedom has that seed price
Where many sometimes die
Resulting in a Blessed field
Free Family and Friends the yield.

Today our nation is in a fight
To establish Christian right
To allow our folk and others
To Live and Worship as they might.

Sadly some people see this war
As a rich man making money
Without support of every one
Freedom’s future isn’t Sunny.

Enough of that oration
If you don’t know, you never will
Freedom isn’t Free at all
The Price, a very bitter pill.

If nothing else is on your plate
Except fantastic Bar-Be-Que
Please take about a second of your time
Thank God for what a Veterans dying

did for you.

AMEN

In Florence Italy, and others,

USA demanded land to bury our dead,

Many souls rest far away, returning not to home and bed.

AMEN

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Dear Jesus Letter
By Arley Steinhour 053111

Dear Jesus,

I’m sorry that I make you Cry
I’m sorry that I made you Die
For sins that lifted into the sky
Enjoying a life fraught with lie

I was Evil through and through
Until I gave my heart to You
And then from out of sky so Blue
You took me to the Breast of You.

You compensated for my evil life
With yours, upon the tree of strife
So I’d not suffer Judgments Rife
Disemboweled by Evil Satan’s knife.

No matter how ‘I’ wish, or try
Still some things do become a lie
Even though it still makes you cry
Your Love forgives me, by and by.

Your cleansing now is truly showing
In cracks and crannies where sin is growing
You clean and heal the wound, I’m knowing
Your Protection, and Love, is ever flowing.

Awakening, you are on my lip
Morning Sun does fill my heart
Your Word keeps full my bowel
Your narrow pathway, my old feet on.

My love for you don’t have to rhyme
It just need be a part of my life-time
For me then, and when the bells chime
I’ll be with you where exists no Time.

Love, Arley

AMEN

Keeping the Watch, with brothers and sisters, many I've yet to know, Searching for the Return of Christ, to welcome him here below. The time is short, without known date, So please repent before too late. AMEN

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No Ear Missed
By Arley Steinhour 053111

You light up our life
Through all mortal strife
In your eye’s make us complete;

We stumble and fall
But through it all
Allow us to pray at your feet.

In the ‘we’ who restrain
Like Dam holding rain
Holy Spirit resides as his home;

Need be taken away
From Hell-filled Seven day
Satan on Earth then can roam.

Those belonging to you
Fully blessed follow true
Called home midnight or noon;

Years have flown by
In the blink of an eye
You call us up, and home soon.

Many won’t hear
Preferring a beer
The blessing in your Holy Word;

Until you are ready
Our witness be steady
Not missing an ear to have heard.

AMEN

Isa 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
Isa 61:2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, *** and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; ***
(***emphasis mine//as//)

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First Birth Quandary
By Arley Steinhour 053111

Every body must be born
Into life as a mortal being
Naked as a lamb full shorn
With eyes not quite yet seeing.

Moments after breathing air
The mind is filled with life
Offers up a trumpet blare
Used in protest most of life.

On occasion Doctors query
‘How long can this child last’
Years all filled with memory
Or will it even have a Past.

Longevity does vary
With each that’s given life
Unknown, for most it’s scary
This world so filled with strife.

Each day of life fulfilling
Each night a dream-land flight
A life of memories thrilling
Or starvation, enduring Blight.

Every person has a life-road
Some short, long, or twisting
Be it Prince or bearing heavy load
Sadness filled or brightly lifting.

Little signs along the way
Three words, ‘Are you Ready’
Price is Free, nothing to pay
You’ll be strong and steady.

‘Of course,’ you say one day
Life changes week by week
Strengthening, and better
Faith in Jesus be to what I speak

He don’t promise mortal happiness
Nor health and riches in your life
Only that you’ll be with Him
Eternally, His Cherished Wife.

He promises, in metaphor
We be a part of Him
With Eternal blessings
Never more to Sin.

The little games that we can’t play
Comes mostly from Satan’s spawn
Eternal Blessing in the Longest Day
Beats Hell-bent, Satan-Drawn.

AMEN

Even at the edge of highest cliff, He'll never let you down, You'll have the confidence of Job, and even forget how to frown. So cinch up your saddle, and with Jesus faithful ride, Eternally He'll bless you, and from God you'll never have to hide. AMEN

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Prayer Proclaiming 2
By Arley Steinhour 060611

You, Dear God, are the Beginning and End!
You always were, always are, and always will be:
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, Never Undone!

You were persecuted yet give freedom!
You were bruised yet bring healing!
You were pierced yet ease pain!
You were dead yet offer life!
You are risen and bring power!
You reign and bring Kingdom Peace!

Pharisees couldn't confuse You,
People couldn't understand You!
Herod couldn't kill You,
Nero couldn't crush You,
Armies can't defeat You,
Schools can't explain You,
Leaders can't ignore You.
New Age can't replace You,

Your Word, eternal,
Your Will, unchanging,
Your bond, Love,
Your burden, light,
Your goal, relationship with ME!
You are my Savior,
You are my Guide,
You are my Peace!
You are my Joy,
You are my ALL.

When we fall, You lift up!
When we fail, You forgive!
When we are weak, You are strong!
When we are lost, You know the way!
When we are afraid, You are courage!
When we stumble, You are steady!
When we hurt, You heal!
When we break, You mend!
When we are blind, You lead!
When we hunger, You feed!
When we face trials, You council!
When we face persecution, You defend!
When we face problems, You allow learning!
When we face loss, You allow wisdom!
When we face Death, You welcome Home!

AMEN

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Fan of God
By Arley Steinhour 060911

Eight O'clock, morning time
Down the road did go
Headed for the next town
For a blood lab don't you know.

Sun through hole glowed brightly
With pin-hole beams below Grey cloud
In such a way as to fan out and form
For the sun, a Glory Shroud.

Sun the brightest of the lights
Peaked through larger hole in cloud
Rays did fan at angles below
Evoking cry of joy quite loud.

The angle of the fanning
Sun mightn't make complete
Unless the Son was shining
From about Twenty thousand feet

Distraction from my driving
Raised the hackles on my nape
But with some caution kept control
Enjoying the glorious 'Astro-scape.'

'Oh, could it be,' I asked the Lord,
'Is it now that time to come?'
Wonderment did abound
I choked up as if on a crumb.

The sun grew brighter
As joyously I asked
Only for a moment, then went
Back behind the cloudy mask.

I didn't hear a word from Him
In my rock hard mortal mind
So I just enjoyed the moment
And the beauty I did find.

AMEN

Picture would be the basic setting without the Glory from above I saw, but in your mind visualize seeing the beaming light radiated from Jesus lifting sparkles into the sky. Oh My!! AMEN

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Vitamin One a Day Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 061011

Light of day plays brightly
Upon the leaves of trees
The light God gives us
Finds me on bended knees

The same goes for my bed time
When I have a sleepy eye
Praying to see morning
My prayer flying through the sky.

Pray, some say five times a day
I’d rather pray just one
From the time that I arise
Till bedtime past the setting sun.

I’d try to fill my day up
With a prayer, so full of life
Working as if I’m helping Him
A Help-meet, loving wife.

It is difficult to think that We
Be the wife of Christ the king
Covered and protected by Him
As though under protective wing.

The time is coming soon, I feel
When this time we’re in will end
Closed by Tribulation Great
For those who’s knee they wouldn’t bend.

To them I ask, from my lowly station
To Jesus repent, and give your heart
By Grace, He’ll give to you Salvation
From Jesus, never more to be apart.

AMEN