Praise and Poetry II

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Choice Made Not Fee
By Arley Steinhour 052613

In John 20:29, Jesus say's so well,
'Blessed are they that have not seen,
Yet, have believed.' and we tell,
Every person, through the 'in between.'

He does Return, so very soon,
Sing out to all who'll hear,
Throughout earth, and to the moon,
'Repent, and have no Fear.'

Works for Redemption, earned is zero,
Salvation price is much too high,
Redemption, needs Sacrificial Hero,
Our Redemptive 'Gift,' God will espy.

Redemption is through 'Begotten Son,'
No other path finds Paradise,
God's, mortal, begotten, is the Only One,
Who Outfoxed Satan, big surprise??

Once Reborn, works have meaning,
Accomplished in Jesus' Name,
Here, there's no 'betweening,'
'To His Glory,' the only Game.

Rewards then, at the Bema flows,
Based on what we've done,
Deeds to gain, grows and grows,
Deeds to loss, reduction, every one.

We do not need to follow,
His guidance, when He redeems,
We can sin, as if there's no Below,
Bema loss, could be worse than it seems.

Ponder please, an overlooked clue,
Revelation Two/Two, One/Five,
'For without, are dogs and sorcerers ...,'
Ending with '... maketh a lie.'

What is in Heaven of Torment Pain,
You may ask, as once did I,
Perhaps the 'Lake' of Fire and Rain,
Hell, cast in it, Rev Twenty:fourteen.

That problem may be no big thing,
Redeemed, safe and sound, we be,
Rejoicing with our God and King,
Our God, by 'Choice made, not Fee.'

AMEN

He made a choice, regarding me,
He paid that Price, so I'd be Free,
With stipulation, Right Choice I'd see,
'Be a welcome part, of His Family, No Fee.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53293/

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052713 Memorial Day comment:

I am happy for every day their sacrifice bought for me, and I do honor them, I believe, by being happy. But then, I believe that every person who plays some part in our Freedom, is worthy of Memorial, but especially those who paid the ultimate price; Double portion of Blessing to them.

Perhaps we should change the system, and have 'Days of Memorial, 364 of them, every year, so we might quit forgetting that Freedom is not Free, as it is still being bought, by someone, it seems.

Then, we can say, Freedom is Truly 'Paid for.'

Arley W. Steinhour, Chief Petty Officer (SS) Retired U S Navy.

The Good-guys Miss our friends who Paid,
The Bad-guys Missed the we who Stayed,
That This Land of ours, won't be Afraid,
And Red, White, and Blue, will never Fade.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53300/

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Nothing to Pay
By Arley Steinhour 053013

Wakening up to God, this morning,
Heart was filled with consternation,
Concern about the dead, and mourning,
Throughout the world, in most every Nation.

Events, that take life, everywhere,
Be it, Quaking, Hating, or Storming,
A time in life, the world will share,
God's Wrath, some call 'Global Warming.'

'Warming,' yes, through the Anger of God,
He knows the sin-filled lives we're leading,
He Prepared a 'Kingdom' time, of 'Iron Rod,'
To teach His ways, that we're not heeding.

'Non-believer's,' do not care about Sin-cost,
Most 'Believer's,' at best, don't understand,
Blessings are through, what's 'Gained, or Lost,'
And, Determines Eternity, our 'Choice' has planned.

Most everyone, knows, it's 'Heaven, or Hell,'
The choice is ours, for Joy, or Torment, bear,
'Belief on God's Son,' Eternal, Joy-filled-Well,
'Rejection,' Torment, with Satan to share.

Fear of Torment, won't bring Love for Jesus,
Only more Fear, soon Hating His name,
Love for Jesus, is, His 'Will' pleases us,
Redeemed, we don't share Satan's Shame.

Heaven is Joy, Beyond Understanding,
That's why no one can describe it well,
Through his lying ways, Satan's demanding:
'Enjoy Sin now, God has nothing to Sell.'

It's true, God has not a thing to 'Sell,'
With pure Love, He gives 'all' away,
When through the Son, 'No Hell,'
Redeemed, there's 'Nothing to PAY.'

AMEN

Soon, Gift of Grace may be gone,
When, no more, 'Rapture be 'Nigh,'
Then, world will hear many Mournful song,
When at Judgment, Teeth Gnash, Soul's Cry.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53341/

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Almost Made It
By Arley Steinhour 053013

It's time to have 'Chuck-wagon blues,
And, hunger for the evening news,
Information on whatever I chose,
Later on, I'll then, lay down to snooze.

I've had a day of being busy,
With heart and mind, in a tizzy,
In afternoon, become snoozy,
Where I nap, I'm not choosy.

Sitting in my electric chair,
Or denting a pillow, with my hair,
Like I say, I just don't care,
I can nap, most anywhere.

Awake again, with news piled up,
Almost time for evening Sup,
Well done burger, dab of ketchup,
Napped and fed, I can email catch-up.

I pray, my heart will stop dancing fandango,
Regain Sinus Rhythm, with get up and go,
Shunning a box, and the long sleep, below,
When finished, I'll be where Satan can't show.

I almost made it without Churching my speech,
But, since I didn't, your heart, try to reach,
The Bible says witness, Holy Spirit will teach,
Redeemed, and Repented, Spirit lives within 'Each.'

AMEN

Those standing on the outside,
When God calls home the Church,
Grace may no longer be certified,
To those Left Behind, in the Lurch.
Archive, & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53347/

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Dining on Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 053113

Jesus be Feast-fare, Complete,
At the table, the Total meal,
But, as with every Royal Treat,
There's much to know, and feel.

Received by Host, with Beloved Greeting,
Presented, with Regal Introduction,
Guests have time, to Chat and find seating,
Devoid of Fanfare, or Subduction.

His New-wine cleanses parched throat,
The hors d'oeuvres, tickle the palate,
None may hide behind mental moat,
We're attended by Angelic Valet.

Fare offered is Jesus, God the Son,
Our plates filled with His Holy Word,
Sweeter than Honey, His words, every one,
But, if swallowed, is 'Draft,' unheard.

Sharing the taste, with the neighbors,
To orate the Prophecy we chew,
Sharing, finds Truth, none belabors,
Greater depth, to what we didn't eschew.

His Sweet-Wine cleanses the Palate,
Free of 'Sin,' we 'Full' understand,
Any question, we offer to Valet,
Answered instantly, as if pre-planned.

The Feast goes on, for Time, Eternal,
Should we leave, or sleep, we're still there,
Praising, and Dining, always Supernal,
There's no end to what God offers, to share.

AMEN

Our chair at the table calls us by name,
The name Jesus gave us, only we know,
Near or far from the King, just the same,
Filled with Joy, not Sorrow, like below.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53356/

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The Day Scouting Died
By Arley Steinhour 060313

The Boy Scouts of America,
Has lain our God aside,
The Trumpet, now, harmonica,
God's Laws are now denied.

With Christian based regality,
God's Law, man's law, cannot change,
Man's law must be God's Legality,
And Boy Scouts can't rearrange.

I have but one quick question,
For Boy Scouts, top drawer folk,
Was your job a worthy station,
That you just made a joke???

As Scout, Pack Master, Troop Assistant,
With my Red Jacket proudly worn,
My decision is no longer resistant,
I toot, Goodbye, with my God-blown horn.
AMEN

Boy Scouts now a piece of 'Was,'
With a future looking dim,
Their solid oath, is now Bunny Fuzz,
Removing God, too deeply do they trim.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53395/

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Breakfast with Class of 56
By Arley Steinhour 060713

First Friday, as each month starts to pass,
We join for Breakfast, our High School class,
There's still a few, here in our Home Town,
Most living happy, few sport a frown.

Passed 'Double Nickels,' two years ago,
Time's going faster, as we go more slow,
Spots, and wrinkles, in once tender skin,
Can't dull the heart that beats within.

Much of our class, now lives out of state,
But, when in town, they participate,
Many communicate by e-mail and Facebook,
I think, that some, may lie about how they look.

Many years passed, since we graduated,
Let me tell you, Old Age, is over-rated,
Some smarty, called these our Golden Ages,
Only Doctors, and Lawyers, turn Golden Pages.

What do we talk about? I just told you,
Paying for healthcare, leaves an empty 'shoe,'
The nice thing about being as old as we be,
We can laugh at behavior, age ten plus three.

Happy Birthday to us, this our Seventy Fifth year,
If we can keep our teeth in, we might even cheer,
Thank God, if you will, for the Good years, and Bad,
Years, without His Blessing, we might not have had.

AMEN

Why are we here, and what do we learn,
Eternal memory, after Casket, or Urn.
In Heaven, fond memory under a tree,
In Hell, Great tears, of 'Why didn't I see.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53439/

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Your Dream/My Dream
By Arley Steinhour 060813
Dear Other Faith(s)
You have a dream, about faith, so do I,
Except in mine, you will only cry,
Judge's solemn look, you do espy,
As he reads the words 'Guilty, you die.'

What you tried to say, be not your style,
Tears fell like rain, as you walked that dark mile,
Death-Row, your new home, just for a while,
Until, Millennium's done, and White Throne has your file.

Now, a Traitor led away, full of misery,
Soon to reside, where few go to see,
Not much there, but graves, and one tree,
The Tree of Tears, Jesus planted, also free.

When asked to do so, you wouldn't repent,
Accusations, and lies, you continued to vent,
You cry, 'People of Jesus, are Servitude bent,
We'll be so wealthy, receiving Dhimmitude Rent.'

You wake up each mid-night, with sweat on your brow,
With that question raging, 'Is it time to die, now??'
Know this, there is still time to throw down that plow,
Of lies and rejection, by asking Jesus Christ, How.

Believe it or not, He knows 'all' that you've done,
Be it hurting of others, causing pain, just for fun,
Or following the prizes, the Beast says you've won,
The Sin-load you now carry, must weigh many-ton.

You still have the chance, be God-Royal, or Sin-Knave,
Only Jesus' Blood, not your good deeds, can save,
On earth, you won't hear it, but Heaven will rave,
'You've made the right choice, throw Sin in its Grave.
AMEN

Redemption the Grand Prize, for accepting His Gift,
Justified, unto Heaven, not Hell, heals the Rift,
Where the dead lay about, with no grave-digger on shift,
When God lays down His Fire, leaving nothing to sift.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53448/

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Josephs Rest of the Story
By Arley Steinhour 060913

There was a slave in Egypt,
I think, Joseph was his name,
Who, wasting away, in a prison crypt,
Through a dream, achieve Great Fame.

Sold, as slave, by brothers,
His Faith in God, his Honor Shew,
Slave, far above the others,
To his Owner, was Joseph true.

The wife, of owner, lusted,
For Joseph, in his Prime,
Until her lust Joseph busted,
So she lied, and he did 'Time.'

In Prison, Joseph rose to fame,
By making the Warden, wealthy,
Dream reading be his Godly claim,
And the Inmates all were healthy.

Pharaoh had a dream one night,
Then had the same, on another,
No one could relate to the fright,
Pharaoh, stewed alone, in his dither.

Pharaoh's cup-bearer had the answer,
From his experience in a prison cell,
Joseph read his dream, and foreswear,
'Return to Court, not die in prison hell.'

Joseph read the Pharaoh's Dream-tail,
Seven years plenty, then same quite bad,
Next thing Joseph knows, no more jail,
As Number 'Two', anything wanted, he had.

All that, to tell the Rest of the Story,
We all know how Israel, Joseph did save,
But, there's a story invoking no glory,
'Egypt's sale of Freedom, to That of Slave.'

They came to Joseph with money for grain,
In the name of Pharaoh, he met their need,
When the food was gone, more hunger pain,
Egypt exchanged all the animals, for seed.

With, still, a couple of years to go,
Egypt was ever close to being dead,
Back to Joseph with what they did know,
'For life,' show Pharaoh, the back of head.

Joseph accepted the sacrifice of the free,
That, forever they be Pharaoh's Pride,
Pharaoh now owned the land Egypt be,
Plus the people of Egypt, certified.

No longer would there be freedom there,
Egypt gave up their rights for food,
Like Esau did with Jacob, without a care,
For a short term reward, trade something Good.

There's a sad thought, is this story showing,
Joseph sets the scene for Israel with Pharaoh,
Soon comes a Pharaoh, not Joseph knowing,
By now, you know another story line, to know:

Egypt sold selves into Slavery,
To Pharaoh, through Joseph, a slave,
A story, to Egyptians, maybe unsavory,
Yet, it was they, themselves, they gave.

AMEN

How many live, how many die,
How many laugh, how many cry,
How many heal, how many scar,
How many see God, how many are blind?

Choose Well, Soon, it's almost 'High Noon.'

Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53454/

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Blink of Eye Dream
By Arley Steinhour 061013

Today I awoke, having a dream about me,
In a 'blink of eye, Rapture,' everybody could see,
Church, lifted off, and headed 'up,'
My expectation, a Brim-full Cup.

But, looking back to wave goodbye,
I think I caught a photographers eye,
His lens, telescopic, wide-angle, 3-D,
Clicked away, at the Raptured, flying so Free.

A quick thought came, order a Five by Seven,
Not inches, but feet, for my Mansion, in Heaven,
I shook my new Robe, to remove any wrinkle,
Fingered, 'full' head of hair, no longer a 'sprinkle.'

I smiled, and I waved, a show-off I be,
I knew that his lens was focused on me,
Then, suddenly swallowed a lump in my heart,
'This guy's photographing, my hinder-part.'

That was the moment, I fully awoke,
Startled, and grateful, it was a dream-joke,
God really played, a funny teaching, on me,
'In the blinking of eye, only He, can See.'

AMEN (with a grin)

Dream or no dream, when Jesus does beckon,
There's only one place I need be,
On my way to Glory, and to 'Bema-Reckon,'
As to, His 'Gift Rewards,' then, that earned by me.

Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53463/

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Give Away Throw Away
By Arley Steinhour 061113

Someone must feel good today,
They just gave their Church away,
For a time, there, Catholic and Muslim pray,
Until the Catholic is 'Thrown Away.'

Sad day, at Chicago University,
Catholic Chapel will now be bare,
Islam allows 'no' Religious 'travesty,'
To compete, where they do their prayer.

The Bishop must not understand,
Islam says, no other can worship,
Christian and Jew, will soon be banned,
Lest Muslim god think there's a courtship.

Bible says that many will 'Fall Away,'
I never thought we'd use 'Gift-wrap,'
The Age of Grace, now at - Last Day,
Rapture Soon, buckle your 'Lap-Strap.'

AMEN

Out, Statues, Flags, and Pews,
Off to Museum they go,
Nevermore, for Faith to use,
Except as, Maybe, 'Fuel' Below.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53476/

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STRANGULATED
By Arley Steinhour 061313

Have you ever wondered about number 'Thirteen,'
And how it formed our free living, today,
Another Century will pass before seeing Thirteen, Thirteen,
That day holds sway, only in 'Year, and Day.'

Six - thirteen - thirteen, lucky number today,
Counting, Stars and Bars, but ringing one Bell,
The superstitious though, may stay away,
Founded on 'Thirteen,' this Nation did Jell,

Blessed with Freedoms, from Tyranny,
This Nation, through Constitution, is founded,
Where the Government, is you and me,
Through our Representatives, Well-grounded.

The Liberty Bell, though, dares not ring,
The First ring brought on a great crack,
To show us, the 'Knell of Death' may sting,
If we don't keep this Nation, 'On-track.'

We now live in deep 'Freedom' Quandary,
About the confines of Freedom's 'Sway,'
On what we should call 'Dirty Laundry,'
Representatives, as if 'God,' would now play.

They place 'laws,' around each 'Right,',
Like a hangman's noose upon neck,
Barely touching the skin, not too tight,
Strangulated, 'Right' dies, can't come back.

Thirteen is, a number of 'Prime,'
Divisible, by none-other,
Freedom seems to have had its Time,
Prophesied end, of a Brother, being a Brother.

I started out, to be gentle,
I wished to express my joy,
I typed words, becoming less 'incidental,'
As More Unsaved, daily, become Satan's Toy.
AMEN

You can sit in a corner, or stand in the street,
You can fear loss of profit, or Prophesy, Replete,
You can Keep the Watch, for Bridegroom's 'Snatching,'
Or, you can stick around until Beast comes 'Latching.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53520/

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Mighty the Fall
By Arley Steinhour 061313

The times, of the Mighty, is taking a turn,
Those on the bottom, are now topping the urn,
They who created Technologies all new,
Will soon be outlawed, Be they Christian, or Jew.

As we fall to the side of the leadership road,
May we not crash too far, stabilizing our load,
Soon we have leaders, who will lead with a goad,
Purging Old, and infirm, as with respect to a toad.

The 'Third World' is taking, we give ours away,
Trying to purchase a friend that holds sway,
But Hatred runs deep, and the mighty must fall,
Soon, we be treated like a fly on the wall.

Too many will suffer, for a seven year time,
When insanity rules, and life doesn't rhyme,
Before Tribulation, many folks disappear,
We call it the Rapture, Bride, no longer here.

Some will not see this, in blink, gone we'll be,
You must Repent to Jesus, to come fly with me,
Once we are gone, they'll see great Tribulation,
Then, cower before Jesus, One World, as a Nation.

AMEN

Many Nations will fall, much of life disappear,
For those 'Left Behind' to survive Seventh Year,
When Jesus returns, only Remnant can cheer,
As, those with 'the Mark,' will be, so, out of here.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53527/

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Benny Hochman
By Arley Steinhour 061513

Benny Hochman, a man sorely numbered,
Tattooed roughshod upon his arm,
Locked away, where death never slumbered,
Son of Israel, who never did harm.

The time was rife with unspeakable Sin,
And a Government that hated the 'Jew,'
They built up prisons, placed all within,
To be slaves to death, 'All,' not just few.

I write this praise, to thank our God,
For sending 'Survivors,' to this land,
To restart lives, no more sorely trod,
A reminder of 'Government, out of hand.'

The Survivor I mention, lived almost unseen,
Benny Hochman, carried well, his Jewish name,
Passed over in May, Two Thousand Thirteen,
In Nebraska, he lived, without shame.

After the War, we call Number 'two,'
He came, to settle, and start a new life,
Living near a friend, who brought him through,
Along with his loving, new, wife.

Eighty Nine mortal years, Benny did strive,
Most all as, upright, loving, man,
Haunted by memories, that must stay alive,
The Flame of Freedom, All should fan.

We thank you, Lord, for sending Benny Hochman,
To where his memory can live with respect,
Soon, death and torment, returns to the Land,
Until you close Gentile's Times, of Sin, circumspect.
AMEN

Seventy Eight pounds, a man, full grown,
Naught but skin, bone, and pallor of death,
In a place and time, when Sin ruled alone,
May this picture, in memory, have breath.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53544/

In the event anyone wants to see the article, that caused me to write the above poem, please go to:
www.mccookgazette.com/story/1978273.html

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Anxious we Wait
By Arley Steinhour 061913

Each day, we watch, for the 'Holy One,'
Known as, 'God's Only Begotten Son,'
We keep the Watch, in expectation,
You'll come for Your Bride, before 'Tribulation.'

We know our worth is in your sacrifice,
Our Works, like Rags, are of no device,
Not worthy to stand beside God the King,
King of the Universe, meaning, Everything.

The Price you paid, to see us as Clean,
'Bridal Gift, greater than ever has been,'
Required a Savior, as only God would Be,
Pure enough to pay, man's Redemption Fee.

We stand in awe, of what you paid,
Never more, need we cry, or be afraid,
Accepting your 'Gift,' only once, may we die,
Reborn, as your child, makes heart want to fly.

Come soon, dear Jesus, anxious we wait,
Knowing deep in our hearts, you never are late,
Your timing is perfect, no matter our mind,
If, only the whole world, 'Anxious,' you'd find.

AMEN

When you call your lambs to follow you,
Our waiting will then be through,
With great desire, will we trail,
Forever yours, no more to fail.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53604/

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Eternal the Span
By Arley Steinhour 062013

I am a child of Israel,
Adoption, tried and true,
No more does my countenance pale
Redemption price was paid by you.

What Tribe of Jacob, I don't know,
You know where I belong,
At graduation, then you'll show,
My place for Praise and Song.

The Hallelujah chorus,
Will ring, oer hill and dale,
Throughout Universe, and forest,
Wherever you be, Praise will prevail.

For mankind, waiting, moves so slow,
Because our lives be fast, and short,
Mortal's, dashing, 'To and Fro,'
Ignore the safety of 'Immortal Port.'

Soon, you come for me, your son,
When it's Graduation day,
I pray, also collecting all soul's you've won,
So, Tribulation finds us out of the way.

Some time ago, I joined your Clan,
Opening my heart, to you,
Accepting Redemption's Eternal Span,
In Jesus' name, Forever, True.

AMEN

As Jacob visualized one night,
Ladder to Heaven, what a sight,
Angels moving in every direction,
Poetry, in motion, his recollection.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53630/

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Saved Unsaved
By Arley Steinhour 062013

The word 'confined,' was brought to mind,
In a comment on a poem I wrote,
The author of that word, 'confined,' is blind,
Claiming 'free,' while proving self a 'Goat.'

Try as we may, there are people who say,
'I don't need or want your God,'
Then stomp away, and run off to play,
Disbelieving, there's a 'time of the Rod.'

Those who refuse to accept God's gift,
That Redemption Gift, that pays our Debt,
Denying they will ever see bottomless rift,
Between His Saved, and they where Lies have crept.

Of those, 'Left Behind,' that, soon, day,
Conversant with Bible, to better 'Debate,'
May be among the first to Cry, and Say:
'We could have gone, but now, too Late.'

Of those who might, and those who will,
No person knows who'll turn their heart,
Except God, who feeds them the Better-pill,
That Redeems, Adopts, 'Eleventh Hour Start.'

To you, without 'Reborn Faith' in Jesus,
There's little time to argue His case,
He loves us, so much, He died, to please us,
Soon, the 'Convicted' will hide from His Face.

AMEN

May the Cup of Redemption be Full, in your heart,
May the Candles be bright in your eyes,
With, True, Faith, and Love, you do your part,
For Salvation, His Redemption, Applies.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53631/

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Trial and Suffering
By Arley Steinhour 062213

We have a God, who loves us all,
And doesn't want to see us fall,
Mankind, to blame, for God's Isolation,
God's sadness is seen in His consideration.

He gave mankind, a world, Special made,
So, enjoyment of Beauty, never would fade,
Divergent greens, and blues, and such,
Mountains, Deserts, and Forests, a bunch.

Various and Beautiful, the places to see,
Mammals, Fish, Birds, diverse as can be,
Flesh begets Flesh, Seed begets Seed,
A taste of this and that, is all that we need.

We started out, with God's Perfect World,
Until Satan's Flag, of Sin, was unfurled,
Our Mortal Lives were changed that day,
The sadness of God, meant someone must pay.

He cursed the Serpent, on belly would move,
Women would serve husband, childbirth to prove,
Adam's curse, though, God placed on the earth,
We must work the dirt, to have any food of worth.

For Six thousand years, with those curses in place,
It's been Trial, and Suffering, for the Human Race,
But, soon, ever soon, God will Bless us once more,
With Satan and Sin gone, Burned with Babylon Whore.

Those, who would join God, in Paradise, Supernal,
Must believe in His Son, who Redeemed us Eternal,
Sadly, there's some, who think 'Man' is the Boss,
Will burn, Eternal, with Satan, their Loss.

If one can believe, that Jesus is Lord,
Redemption, though Him, all can afford,
Believing, just to save self from the Flame,
Will find, at Judgment, they've played Satan's Game.

AMEN

Man stands in His light, but cannot see,
All that God offers us, for Eternity,
He is the Light, the Life, and the Way,
Jesus, our God, Mankind's only Stay.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53646/

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Independence Day Prattle
By Arley Steinhour 062513

We did our duty, to God and Country,
God given Freedoms, we defended,
From those who Hate, Scum or Gentry,
Up to our lives, you all depended.

God, soon, sets aside ‘Gentile Time,’
For a Thousand years of final cleansing,
When, on Jacob’s Ladder, All, fall, or climb,
Where the Saved, find Reward, Dispensing.

How many Christians, at this time,
Ignore Bible's Prophetic word,
And what you sent, to us, as ‘Sign,’
Blind and deaf, we haven’t seen, nor heard.

How can we awaken, the ‘Unsaved soul,’
When, we, ourselves, are comatose,
As, in a dream, hearing the warning bell toll,
Some loudly proclaim, but, the silent don't come close.

Perhaps, this Independence Day,
We’ll pay no attention, to the ‘Sales,’
But, more, Rebirth of Patriotic way,
First to God, without Him, Country Pales.

I started with prayer, that God, we embrace,
But, now turn to everyone, with my prattle,
Our Country will soon disappear, without trace,
That's a large part of why, a 'burr's under my saddle.'

What power do we have, if not God's Word,
What power do we have, if it's not heard,
Alternative be, in silence, just stand by,
As others determine, 'what, where, when, and why.'

'First Amendment's' lifetime, I address,
On what we face, 'First-Amendment-less,'
Freedoms, one by one, will disappear,
We'd learn to live, as if God isn't here.

If Government decided all that we be,
Soon, we'd yearn for Freedom, constantly,
The 'Perks,' that purchased 'Slavery' votes,
Become the Binding, as Lambs become Goats.

Genocide, the act that keeps people 'in line,'
Slight infractions, be Treason, death penalty, just fine,
the grossness keeps fear, first in mind,
As few, long remember, punishment that's kind.

We the People must regain our control,
Put God back in Country, reducing the toll,
Leaders must wake up, they work for us,
'To God we must answer; In Him, we must Trust.'

AMEN

Full focus on He, who died on the Cross,
Rebirth through Jesus, removes all the 'Dross,'
How well we Disciple, determines Reward,
To be with Jesus, man's God, King, and Lord.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53671/

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Aborting the Future
By Arley Steinhour 062613

I woke up late this morning,
With major questions, on my lips,
I had a dream, that you were mourning,
About souls sent on short-lived trips.

They do not see the light of day,
Nor know their parent's Love,
They have no chance to run or play,
Nor, worship you, above.

Sperm and egg, help you make a child,
With Breath of Life, only You play,
Book-worm, demure; someone quite wild,
They'll never see their mortal day.

People don't care, damage is done,
Aborting the future, of civilization,
Two must begat two, not just one,
To maintain population, in their Nation.

Many Societies, have chosen death,
With a birthrate of One point Eight,
One point Three, soon finds no breath,
For that few, it's already too late.

It's safe to say, 'There's no need for war,'
To kill those in the Faith of the Steeple,
Unless you, God, step in, and do something sore,
You'll need to stop making your Christian people.

AMEN

Some, don't go to Abortion Shop,
So, enter this world alive,
If they were older they'd call a cop,
For murder, of those wanting to Strive.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53687/