Praise and Poetry II

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Me too. (Pride, Pride, Pride) (^8

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Witness Search
By Arley Steinhour 041313

Like Thief in Night, You unlock your gate,
That sorts us all, to our chosen Fate,
To our Left, receive Eternal Reward,
To the Right, Torment, of Satan's Hoard.

Seven years, the Beast shall rule,
Last Three point Five, Horrific School,
Two Witnesses, Beast's Hatred snare
Drought, and Plagues ordered, everywhere.

Honor they'll have, 'These Two,'
As witnesses, they are for you,
Doing, what, when, where, and why,
Preaching be their constantly cry.

No one can stop them from your word,
they're just too Pious, to not be heard,
Some try to kill them, to get-ahead,
All who try, end up very dead.

Witness', open their mouth, instead,
Flame emits from each bearded head,
Attackers have no time for flight,
Only ashes remain, Day or Night.

The words they speak, in wisdom,
Cause Earthly crisis, and physical pain,
They keep Truths sounding, through the air,
just like the droplets of latter day rain.

Ah yes, these two be your witness,
'Time, Times, and half,' in business,
Protected, oh God, high in the sky,
And, no man can make them die.

What higher calling, can there be,
To preach your words, and die for thee,
Until you say their job completed,
Beast can't succeed, till Witness' Defeated.

The Seven time, will drag slowly by,
For those who remain behind,
No more chance to be part of the Bride,
But, Salvation, they still can find.

AMEN

Two Witnesses, like the Olive Tree,
Grow Truth straight from the root,
Without God, the Root, we can't be,
Only candidate for Ash, or Soot.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52884/

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Prophecy Forecast
By Arley Steinhour 043013

The warnings, that the world can see,
Events, with no normal vane,
Smacks loudly of your Prophecy,
To a world that's gone insane.

Travail, you call it, for the Strife,
On the Wall, many see your word,
You're ending this Era, of our life,
And New Covenant, soon be heard.

Soon, you close the Gates of Choice,
After Two Thousand years Tribulation,
You call remainder, with Trump, and Voice,
Snatch mortal Souls of your Bride's Station.

For Seven years, Beast rules the world,
Attempting to keep you from your Rule,
Name or Number, of Beast, soon unfurled,
Those accepting be Abomination-Fool.

For Twelve Hundred and Ninety days,
Last half of Seven, be Hell on Earth,
Take 'Mark,' or die in diverse ways,
With beheading, invoking his mirth.

In this world of Seven Billion, alive,
One, of which, may soon disappear,
Of, remaining Six, to 'Die' be Five,
Before Thirteen Hundred Thirty-Fifth day, gets here.

Those, then alive, earns Millennial berth,
None, with 'Beast-Mark,' most Israel,
Messiah rules with 'Rod of Iron,' on earth,
Without Satanic condemnation, to scale.

The Martyred, to be God's Judges and Teachers,
In the name of Jesus, and Covenant Calling,
One Thousand years, all people will live,
Through Satan's release, and final Falling.

All that's left to do, at this final hour,
Judgment, of Great White Throne, meted out,
Book of life now contain, all who will flower,
All 'Evil' to Lake of Fire, Last word: "Get OUT!"

AMEN

In the sky, be it cloudy or bright,
Soon, we'll hear the Trumpet Call,
His words then sound, and we take flight,
'Come up Here, My Saved, Great and Small.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52913/

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Psalm One Thirteen
By Arley Steinhour 043013
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1] Hallelu, Yahuah, on High,
Servants, all Praise His Name,
Voices ringing to the sky,
Praise Him, Honor His Fame.

2] Bless the Name, His Holy Name,
Both, now, and forevermore,
3] From rising of sun, with warming flame,
Until set, His Name we praise, evermore.

4] Yahuah, high above nations, small,
Unto the Heavens, so big, and tall,
5] Who, is like Yahuah, God to all,
Who dwells on High, to hear our call.

6] Who humbled self, lifting sin to display,
Penalty paid for Reborn on earth ever-in,
7] From dust, raise the poor, to earn and pay,
And from dunghill, lift up the needy within.

8] That He again dwells among princes,
Honored princes of his people
9] Barren women, He sets to keeping a house,
In honored role of Mother of her own children.
Hallelu Yahuah.
AMEN

(KJV)
Psa 113:1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise, O ye servants of the LORD, praise the name of the LORD.
Psa 113:2 Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and for evermore.
Psa 113:3 From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD'S name is to be praised.
Psa 113:4 The LORD is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens.
Psa 113:5 Who is like unto the LORD our God, who dwelleth on high,
Psa 113:6 Who humbleth himself to behold the things that are in heaven, and in the earth!
Psa 113:7 He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth the needy out of the dunghill;
Psa 113:8 That he may set him with princes, even with the princes of his people.
Psa 113:9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.

The Word of God is Written,
From Beginning He knows the End,
Stray too far, be Smitten,
Your Soul, Only Jesus, can Defend.

Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52925/

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Love Song to Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 042913

Hallelujah's to the sky'
At your call, we will fly,
To our place, before your eye,
Blessed by you, we never die.

Father God, accept our love,
As you receive it, there above,
As we labor, here on earth,
Preparing for eternal birth

Blessed on high in Jesus' name,
never more to suffer shame
Why, dear God, did it take so long,
For man to realize, we're wrong.

We want to have a perfect life,
When you snatch us from this strife,
The perfect we for Perfect you,
When we exit this mortal zoo.

So many flaws, still to see,
Without your blessing, never free,
What you did, on the cross, for me,
Eternally thanksgiving, I will be.

AMEN

You fill the clouds and sky,
You live in grass and tree,
You honor all the walk or fly,
You even honor me.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52942/

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My Health
By Arley Steinhour 050213

I think I'm feeling Happy,
I feel anything but Sad,
Four months of feeling crappy,
Overcome when heart pumps 'Bad.'

The rhythm, of the Hula dance,
Is a rare beauty to behold,
But, when the heart like Hula, prance,
Reduces chance of growing old.

Strength and rhythm, not quite perfect,
But strong enough that I can smile,
Next week the Doctor will correct,
I can then 'think,' at least a mile.

The body still won't dance too well,
I'll still need to stay close to home,
I'll sing, and Praise, and strangers tell,
'Choose Jesus, Please Don't Roam.'

The things that I no longer do,
Because of age and pain,
When mortal days, for me are through,
I'll be singing and dancing in the rain.

I have a perfect future, Eternal,
Since I gave to God/Jesus my all,
I'll have a heart rhythm, supernal,
To sickness and tears, no more to fall.

Simply, join me in the journey,
On your knees, Repent your Sin,
Let Holy Jesus be your Attorney,
So, in Heaven, God lets you in.
AMEN
The Hula is a bad sample,
Of what heart is going through,
The fluttering more the example,
Of the scary part, most true.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52958/

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And the Winner Is
By Arley Steinhour 050413

A thought, blaring like a speaker,
As I'm lying here, in bed,
Which end of us is weaker,
Lower forty, or the head.

At birth, we simply cannot play,
Any part in what I ponder,
Can't walk, or talk, in any way,
Except, when dirty down under.

As we grow, Lower forty will run,
While head crawls at slower pace,
Learning quickly, things that's fun,
But, common sense has lost the race.

From Birth to Schooling, 'Forty' wins,
Gaining in size, speed, and dexterity,
While mind learns 'everything's a sin,'
Line between good and bad, no clarity.

Starting School, seems to help,
The head, starts to learn a lot,
'Forty' is parent's troublesome whelp,
Head not catching up as thought.

Grade School, through Middle,
As head slowly closes the gap,
Lower Forty, like well played 'Fiddle,'
Ahead of the head, winning every lap.

By the time head is educated,
And knows mostly what lie ahead,
Forty's full growth almost sated,
Head speeds ahead, if 'well fed.'

In Adult life, head races on,
While Lower Forty, starts to slow,
As head blooms beyond the frond,
Forty's 'Winning,' at best, is 'To Show.'

Then comes the day, you hobble away,
With new Gold watch, be you sad or gay,
Forty hates to move, or be still, and stay,
Head, headed home, can't remember the way.

In youth, the lower forty, did win,
Productive years, go to the head,
But there comes the time called 'when,'
You don't care who won, and say in bed.

This tale of mortal competition,
Is exciting, with a worthy guide,
Eternity, to ponder 'One decision,'
Joy with Jesus, or Torment, Fried.

Make the wise choice very soon,
Jubilees past, One Hundred Twenty,
We're smart enough to go to Moon,
But too dumb to choose God's Plenty.
AMEN

The head, and lower forty,
In competition, much like war,
Mortal life like a racing sortie,
This 'Sprint' can take us Far.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52993/

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Going Home
By Arley Steinhour 050513

To follow Jesus, and find our place,
Cross on shoulder, with heavy pace,
He reaches out with His hand of Grace,
Lift much of the load, so we can run the race.

He gives us strength, each time we ask,
As in His Light we live and bask,
So we can do, our every task,
Jesus is our water flask.

Every day just passes by,
Dark of night and blue of sky,
We seldom need to ask Him why,
He teaches the answer, when we try.

Jacob's trouble is nigh at hand,
We feel a shaking, in the land,
Israel, all alone, does stand,
As God knew, and planned.

No longer for free,
Redemptive Grace be,
Under Law, be each appointee,
As, redemptive works, God needs see.

A thousand years, of Law commands,
Under Iron Rod, the work demands,
Some rebel, as working hands,
Jesus speaks, no rebel stands.

New Jerusalem, is the Bride,
Twelve Pearly Gates, open wide,
Only Justified, might come inside,
None of God's Family need ever hide.
AMEN

Rev 21:2 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem,
coming down from God out of heaven,
prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52996/

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Junkyard Life
By Arley Steinhour 050713

A kindred spirit, close to my heart,
Make a thing, from discarded part,
I too spent time in a Salvage yard,
Things from dump, folks did discard.

Ernie takes this, beyond what I did,
His works shine, mine, mostly got hid,
Salvage man’s life, is not respected,
But, we, of that ilk, don’t feel dejected.

We made a boat, of car hoods, antique,
UFO look, on water, eyeball unique,
The only problem, was the ship of steel,
Rode low in the water, and wouldn’t peal.

It wallowed along, threatening to sink,
So, it went to junk pile, before ‘the drink,’
Ah, yes, a good life, that I had,
Without the junk, I could have turned bad.

In life, I use my Dump-yard experience,
To cobble up things, with some deviance,
Now that I’m older and quite forgetful,
I twist words to rhyme, sometimes successful.

So watch a video, of a life like mine,
Never dull moment, while doing fine,
Didn’t get rich, but enjoyed every day,
Even when at sea, at work, or at play.

(OK, I’ll shut up, so you can enjoy)
Think I’ll publish this, boy, oh, boy.
Arley
Video: www.coolestone.com/media/5780/Ernie's-Dwarf-Car-Museum/
Owning a car, by Ernie, Dwarf surprise,
Driving a Dwarf, I'll tell you no lies,
I might get in, with all my size,
But getting out, I'd not win a prize,
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53016/

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Shalom, One and All.

Well, they tried to remove the Hula dancer in my heart, and regain the smoothness of a water pump, but failed, so to speak. My heart refused to regain Sinus Rhythm, from the ‘Shock Therapy,’ and we are now relegated to an attempt with Chemical (pill) hammering, with Digoxin. I am hoping that this will work, or I might have to graduate ahead of the class. Should I do that, you can expect my smiling face to be waiting for you at the landing pad, once you get around to come to the Wedding Feast.

I still can’t tell a person, what it is like to be zapped by the defibrillator paddles, since they zapped me while I was somewhere in the land of Oz, but I can tell you that a while after waking up and the drugs wearing off, my ribcage, left side, felt like a truck had tried to drive through me, or a train, whichever got there first. Actually, it wasn’t quite that bad, but it did send me to bed at 8PM, and I stayed there until almost 5AM this morning. Nine hours of sleep is always a healer, after being run-over by an unseen monster vehicle. Oh, and the right shoulder paddle BBQ’d a patch of hair stubs, and skin. Doc didn’t say, but I think he tried to electrocute me on the third and last try, of the day. I kind-of smelt like a ‘flame denuded duck,’ for a while, until I brushed the hair-ash away. Who me? That’s not true, but kind of how I felt, with the singe marks and all. Ha. I think I have an allergy to electricity, applied to the body. But I knew that from the occasional shocks received when working on a hot wire...dumb.

Until I graduate, you can expect me to continue to bug you with my Praise and Poetry-izing, just so you know I am still breathing, if nothing else. Ha.

Until we are called Home, Keep the Watch,

Arley

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Seventy Six Foot Years
By Arley Steinhour 051113

The place to Barbecue with sticks,
In Nineteen Hundred, Seventy-Six,
For Birthday Bicentennial,
Singapore's story, I now tell.

Five thousand plus, the crew of Ranger,
To ply the waves, we were no stranger,
Preserving peace, throughout the sea,
Doing our job, to keep America free.

A week before pulling into Port,
I had a thought, Patriotic sort,
We had a bunting, very long,
Red, White, and Blue, without a song.

To justify flying this seventy six foot draper,
With permission, we started Happy Birthday Caper,
For the crew, and anyone who wanted to, sign,
And with weather balloons, fly it over party, so fine.

'Offshore' Oil-folk, invited the ship crews to share,
They had organized the day's festivities, with care,
I'd hoped to release the drape at afternoon four,
But local authority, not only said 'NO,' but more;

"A hazard to aircraft, the drape would be,"
Much as it hurt, they made sense to me,
Kept on restrainer, we cancelled release,
We'd give it to the Oil folk, to do as they please.

Long story shortened, exactly at four,
Balloons and the drape, restrained no more,
I was off tasting food at the barbecue pit,
When my guys told me, I almost 'spit.'

The weather balloons showing the drape how to fly,
Up, Up, and Away, the drape was waving Good-by,
My day was now ruined, I knew I was to blame,
I'd lose all my stripes, my honor and fame.

It wasn't long, the drape was out of sight,
Should be crossing Cambodia, sometime that night,
Wherever it be when the balloons blew apart,
Someone may have a signed drape to cover the heart.

I never did hear, what country, or station,
Drape came back to earth, our flying creation,
Only God knows if it landed in salty water,
Or some mom made a dress for her daughter.

I know that my life, has a fond memory,
Of the wonderful people who celebrated with me,
Someday, up in Heaven, someone might say,
"You the guy who flew red and white drape that day?"

If they are smiling, I'll confess.
AMEN

Up, Up, and Away, went the drape, that day,
Red, White, and Blue, with Six Thousand signed claims,
Seventy Six feet for Second Century people to say,
Happy Birthday, Look forward, to Third Century names.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53085/

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Mirror Truth
By Arley Steinhour 051213

Today, a question was posted on Face Book,
The question asking just how we think we look,
Of course there was a limit, as, 'Only in the Mirror,'
What person do we see, Truth, or maybe Error.

Without normal hesitation, I knew what to say,
I've often watched my aging, in almost every way,
In years past, I saw my youth, have a different sway,
Working hard, and playing same, full speed every day.

The youth I once saw, looking back at me,
Has slipped away from mirror, to memory,
Today I see a well worn, and soft, physique,
That no longer can climb to top of a Peak.

I'm glad I have an eternity of good years,
To remember happy events and some tears,
Soon I'll have back, my youth, purified,
I belong to Jesus, and His love certified.

When Jesus comes, for His Royal Bride,
And the Left-behind, try to run and hide,
For Seven years, there's a Wedding Feast,
For all Reborn, from the Best, to Least.

So, what I see in the mirror, today,
I'll need remember through eternal day,
To laugh and chuckle about my looks,
And experiences, that can fill many books.

Truth only, is spoken in Heaven - land,
From a memory, recalling truthful stand,
With joyous heart, we laugh, and chat,
With no lies needed, and that is that.
AMEN

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who's best looking of them all,
Is it me, looking round and fat,
Or, is it me, standing tall, belly flat?
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53094/

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Dangerous Crossing
By Arley Steinhour 051313

We're at the intersection,
In mortal life, on the go,
Intersection of Inspection,
Left or Right, signs do show.

We want to cross to other side,
Not, go left or right, again,
Left or Right, boulevard is wide,
Straight over, path to Heaven.

Crossing here, to heaven,
Cross traffic would mow you down,
So full of 'Sinful Leaven,'
There's no way to still God's frown.

The only way to change the light,
is for the light be Red for all direction,
The time is short for proper flight,
Other side too far for circumspection.

The tears well up, within the heart,
Crossing over, the only way Home,
It's said, 'chose direction is your part,
With Faith, through Grace Help will come.

You push walk button, Repenting Sin,
In Faith, you step into crossing mark,
The light turns red for all that's been,
Green light for you, never dark.

Jesus waits to receive you,
on the far side of traffic lanes,
'Hold button' held until you're through,
Crossing over, sheds tears and pains.

A little Faith, and Grace of God,
Pays for your Sin-filled life,
Jesus paid the price, without the Rod,
You are now, part of His Wife.

So, sing your Hallelujahs,
Lift your arms in joyous dance,
Snatched away from Satan's claws,
Very soon, no Grace Gift, or Second Chance.

AMEN

Traffic, Traffic, everywhere,
Crossing kills before you're there,
Jesus Christ the Traffic Cop,
Only His Grace, makes traffic stop.
This article inspired the poem:
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Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53098/

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Dream or Vision
By Arley Steinhour 051513

Trees and People, People and Trees,
Hard to hug either while on the knees,
Night dream vision, without derision,
Provided my soul this Heavenly vision.

I'd prayed, real hard, for answer, true,
About the souls, never hearing of you,
Those in a Jungle, or from Gobi Sand,
So many not knowing who made this land.

I finished my prayer, and lay down in bed,
Dropped off as is normal, and slept as if dead,
Sometime in the night, a dream-like visitation,
To a soft, rolling, Dale, fresh as Creation.

All that I saw there, Trees, flowers, and grass,
Having, colors so true, and words full of sass,
A path, passing through, of stream rounded rock,
Perfect path size and shape, soft like a sock.

Giggles and soft Praising song, filled the air,
Like Angelic Pixies, with voices so fair,
The flowers and grass, uttered the Angelic show,
The trees, big and perfect, hummed soft and low.

To walk on the grass, I wanted not to do,
For the damage I'd do, with sandal or shoe,
As if, I was tackled, found myself on my back,
Grass giggled and sang, with a massage attack.

Warmth of Great Love, washed over and in,
That total immersion, made head want to spin,
Massage blessing increased the more I wiggled,
longer and louder, the grass sang, and giggled.

The flowers, enjoying the show that we made,
Sang Praises, with a love, that never would fade,
The trees swayed so softly in the gentle breeze,
The humming uttered, be like soft rolling seas.

The answer, about souls not knowing God,
Will have opportunity, under the Rod,
New covenant placed in Millennial Rule,
Choice determines, be Jewel, or the Fool.

Was it a dream, or maybe a vision,
I only say, that be God's decision,
Too much beyond how everything acts,
Very soon now, we'll know all the facts,

AMEN

The lamb of God took my place,
Upon the Cross, to save my Face,
To understand God's Time and Space,
Trusting in Jesus, we run the Race.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53141/

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Martial Threat
By Arley Steinhour 051613

The Military/Government, has thrown down the gauntlet,
Requiring the calling, of Faithful hearts, to Arms,
With Courts-Martial, a career smashing taunt, yet,
Christians 'Witness' more, causing Alarms.

Remove the Faithful from the ranks, a shattering mistake,
'We the People,' stepping forward, not back-sliding,
With vengeance strong, to make the earth shake,
Causing leaders to be under a mountain, hiding.

No help would come from any friend,
Our Allies, would stand to the side,
'Destroy all goodness,' today the trend,
So Satan's Grand Entry road is Wide.

Like 'Dominos,' Free Nations will fall,
If Christianity should not be here,
Many people be stood before a wall,
With Satan's blessing, as people's cheer.

Courts-Martial Threat, a serious warning,
Sets Constitution's Bill of Rights aside,
Grapes of Wrath, will soon be falling,
Where, no future Hope, can abide.

Look up, to see Salvation arrive,
That, the Beast be blessed with 'Death,'
Those, with no mark, stay alive,
For Millennial Kingdom, with mortal breath.

No matter how the domino's fall,
No matter who started the Pain,
Judgment, to Hell, be the Call,
As Jesus' Wrath, falls like Rain.

Satan, locked in bottomless pit,
To coerce hearts with his claim,
Again released with full 'Delusion - Kit,'
To Rebel, and succumb to Jesus' Name.

Our Government, now does truly Err,
With flash of smiles, and lies,
Soon many of them end their 'tour,'
In 'Lake of gnashing teeth, and weeping eyes.'

AMEN

Mount Etna gives Judgment Harbinger,
Of God's Wrath, and what's to come,
Great flame will be God's Messenger,
In the Day, Dead, connotes great Sum.
Unsaved?? Please, Repent.
AMEN
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53159/

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HUG
By Arley Steinhour 051713

Anticipating Hug-fest, when we stand before the KING.
Hugging, Hugging, everywhere, Loving Laughs will RING.
So, Practice, Practice, here, on EARTH,
That All enjoy God's Gift, REBIRTH.

As Witness, to the unsaved heart,
Provide a 'Hug,' do your part,
At first, the many will hesitate,
Have Faith, it isn't yet too late.

Hug repetition, in Christian love,
Will help them know what is above,
A place where God, dispenses Joy,
To those Reborn, in His begotten Boy.

Joy and Love, beyond words to share,
Is said through Hugs, by all life there,
Love permeates, down to the rock,
Listen closely, and hear them talk.

To turn the heart, to our Savior, Jesus,
Who died on the Cross, just to save us,
He paid that Sin-debt, He didn't Owe,
To pay the debt, we couldn't pay or show.

Repent your ways, invite Him in your life,
Baptized, with His Spirit, be part of Wife,
Eternal Joy, and Love you never loose,
You decide, 'Choice,' is the gift you use.

AMEN

This video, may not be here long,
Shows tall, soft, bear, without a song,
Without a word, it opens people's eyes,
To Need for Love, and Hugs, Surprise!!


Archived & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53181/

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Second Birth
By Arley Steinhour 051913

Your love in us, Salvation,
Your wrath on us, a Flame,
Being part of God's Nation,
Gives each, a special Name.

Born in Sin, head and heart inane,
Ordained, to grow, and once to die,
Subject to all mortal pain,
From the Fruit of Satan's lie.

Mortality, on this planet Earth,
Provides a chance for Eternal Life,
Through your offered second birth,
As part of Jesus' Bride and Wife.

Through your offered Second Birth,
We step into Heavenly Life,
No longer part of mortal Earth,
While enduring mortal strife.

Second life, for Eternity,
To worship, and to praise,
Forsaking, stigma of Vanity,
Christian love fills our days.

AMEN

His Blessing always on His flock,
His watchful eye on every one,
The Sheppard always be the Rock,
Our Safe Harbor, is the 'Son.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53197/

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Welcome Sight
By Arley Steinhour 052313

Your 'Come Up Hither,' soon does come,
No longer part of this mortal home,
In this dark time, of storm and fright,
Eternal day, will be a welcome sight.

To never tire, and seldom sleep,
Hardly ever sitting down to eat,
Plenty of time, to work and play,
But only after we Praise and Pray.

No longer like times, of 'yesterday,'
When Lord, we foolishly used to say,
'Bible's wrong about 'falling away,'
Now we see it, but, it can't stay.

Moses returned from the mountain top,
with tablets of stone, saying sin must stop,
Only to find people, in Idol sin,
After swearing worship, to You, through Him.

Three thousand people died that day,
For Abomination, of turning away,
If only people would open their eyes,
They'd see your perfection, to their surprise.

Centuries later, you came to teach,
Rejected, you started a new Outreach,
Pentecost, Three thousand added to your fame,
Baptized with Holy Spirit, in your holy name.

We the people, in this mortality, Free,
Have much to learn, in who You be,
Some don't think you're the Son of God
Much less, a prophet, who will wield the Rod.

Soon be, Your answer in Judgment Wrath,
Upon those refusing Your Narrow Path,
Satan, may think he holds great sway,
Until he sees You, Lord, Armageddon Day.

Dear reader, know that time is near,
When those unsaved must learn to fear,
Those 'Left Behind,' most won't Repent,
Before, God stands up, with Wrath to Vent.

There are few words that can share the 'why,'
You must Repent, or Second Death die,
I share harsh words, so you know He's True,
Praying All Repent, or we'll truly miss you.

AMEN

Singing with the flowers,
I'd commune for hours,
Under your sky of Blue,
Or, take a walk with you.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53257/

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Photo and Mirror
By Arley Steinhour 052513

When there's no mirror for a reflection,
One needs ponder a photograph,
To find a problem of complexion,
As well as, see one's chronograph.

The eye will see the 'Truth of Life,'
Shocking as that may be,
Determined by life's joys and strife,
Expressions, for the world to see.

The mirror, will usually lie to you,
When seen daily, the face won't change,
Tiny changes aren't seen as true,
You'd see nothing to rearrange.

Think of the ancient Movie Star,
Viewing a movie role, older than dirt,
Fifty years, between, 'Was' and 'Are,'
The reasons for 'Are,' be, wear loose shirt.

I looked into mirror, to behold,
Saw a man about Fifty, or less,
The photo, showed me very old,
I wasn't brave enough, to guess.

I think I know why the younger crowd,
Will cross the street and look away,
They see a harbinger, screaming loud,
Of what they'll look like, some close day.

I remember being and looking spry,
My mirror told my brain, 'don't worry,
Aging happens to the other guy,'
But, photo says, 'walk slow, don't hurry.'

The brain has excepted, the truth's I see,
The real me, in both photo and glass,
When willing to see truth, a soul can be free,
Youth still exists, somewhere in my past.

What lies ahead, is Eternal for all,
There is a choice that need be made,
Without Jesus, we're doomed to fall,
Redeemed, we overcome the Grade.

AMEN

I wonder, just how young I'll look,
Is there a choice, made from a book,
Or maybe, I'll look more like me,
Be it Seventeen, or Thirty Three??
I'll soon See.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53290/