Praise and Poetry II

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Crazy Talk
By Arley Steinhour 062713

There isn't much to talk about,
There's even less to tell,
People seem to scream and shout,
But, don't speak 'crazy,' very well.

We hear their cries, as if from Hell,
Emotion choked, with great despair,
'Society, is nothing but a Shell,
With all them nasty guns, out there.'

They'd gladly kill their child, inside,
So they look good at County Fair,
But, acceptance isn't Countrywide,
Our rationale unheard, they just don't care.

Too many on the welfare dole,
Are demanding more and more,
The working class, voting 'No' at Pole,
Now, a minority, where once the 'Core.'

Illegal's, enter, day by day,
From every nation on the map,
Seeking help, with legal sway,
Condemns Seeker, with IRS 'Slap.'

The world generates nightmarish dreams,
And the Sane, are being driven there too,
If the 'Sane,' just worked in 'Sane-extremes,'
Illegal's, and Lazy might go back to their Zoo.

The things that, now, are happening,
Have been blathered on before,
So I'll only mention the knocking,
That wants us to open the door.

So man can be 'Sane,' again.
AMEN

Insanity, one size fits most,
Especially, when sent by God,
Prepared for those, who might roast,
Where Sane-Believers, will not trod.
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A Biblical Ditty
By Arley Steinhour 062813

We raise our Right hand, to the sky,
To tell the truth with our every reply,
Sadly, most of us do tell a 'lie,'
If 'Born Again,' we make Jesus Cry.

The 'laws of man,' creep into life,
If followed, sullies Jesus' Wife,
The one, He soon takes out of strife,
So, 'Left Behind,' endure evils, rife.

From evil, no mortal can truly hide,
As, the gates of Hell, are opened, wide,
Salvation can pull one from 'deep inside,'
If, mortal's choose Jesus, Re-birth, certified.

Once demised, it's far too late,
'Goat's,' will eat of Satan's plate,
At graduation, Tormented state,
Horror, of which, no mortal can rate.

The 'Reborn,' on the 'other - Hand,'
Graduates, to Live in New Jerusalem Land,
New Earth is born, once Satan is banned,
As New Garden of Eden, with full globe spanned.

To the unsaved, who've read this Biblical ditty,
And still refuse Jesus, still, has my pity,
We search the corners of every City,
Speaking God's truth, sometimes, even witty.

Please turn your heart to Jesus, the King,
So Holy Ghost moves in, and Life takes Wing,
The Joy you feel, will make your heart Sing,
Jesus Paid your Price, only Faith need you Bring.
AMEN

Hint: 'Down, by the Bow, plus, Terror of Death,
The 'water,' so cold, it takes away breath,
At best, only minutes, can an 'Unsaved' survive,
After those dreadful minutes, no 'Unsaved' left alive.'
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COME UP HITHER
By Arley Steinhour 062913

Blessed are you, Oh Lord our God,
Who's Kingdom is the Universe,
About to brandish your Iron Rod,
According to Book, chapter, and Verse.

The End of the Gentile Era of days,
Now stands at the foot of your Throne,
Stained by its Sodom, Gomorrah, Ways,
Without Justification, we'd stand Alone.

'Justified, in Christ,' soon to be taken,
By the Bridegroom, in a blink of an eye,
Restraint of your Spirit, abandons Forsaken,
To the Testing, through Satan's Lie.

Some say, we've not proven our worthiness,
To be removed from what's destined to be,
For those of us Justified, through our own Witness,
They'd be right, if Your Salvation hadn't Set us Free.

No Works can pay Bride Price, to Save,
But one thing, called 'Joining the Church,'
An act of Repentance, to the point of Slave,
Through our 'Choice,' or be left in the Lurch.

Here we stand, Bless us soon, I pray,
Signs of Travail, be now, well founded,
Each day, expecting to hear a Watcher say,
'Rise up, with Lamp Lit, His Trumpet just Sounded.'

AMEN

To one and all, I offer this call,
Jesus is quite ready to come,
To Snatch His Bride, one and all,
Wick trimmed, Lamp Lit, Oiled for One.
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Cruising down the River
By Arley Steinhour 063013

Cruising down the river,
on a Sunday afternoon,
Hearts are light, Sun is bright,
We're praying for Full moon.

All of us, together,
Enjoying what we see,
For, here and now, is where we be,
U S A, Land of the Free.

If you ever wonder,
Why Americans are proud,
Come and simply drive around
Our Vista's, speak quite loud.

We celebrate our freedom,
Since Seventeen Seventy Six,
With the hearty beat of fife and Drum,
And hotdogs, cooked on sticks.

God blessed our Founding Fathers,
With wisdom to do right,
What once proved happy futures,
Soon turns to Dark of Night.

Our song, is quickly fading,
Lethargic steps, our pace,
As Sodom, worth upbraiding,
We make our God lose Face.

Repenting, may just save us,
Return us to our Base;
If we don't, won't miss the bus,
As, the Rapture still takes place.
AMEN
Spring harvest, coming to an end,
Tare, ripe to separate,
From Twisted times, we must defend,
Lest, Repentance come too late.
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(Dedicated to Albert Cuellar, our leader)
Fifty Six turns Seventy Five
By Arley Steinhour 063013

This year, Fifty Six, turns Seventy Five,
Marvel of Marvels, most are still alive,
We met Friday eve, where else, but, The Loop,
For a tasty beer, and Pizza, with the group.

The talk was a din, for most weakened ears,
But, the atmosphere, was very much like 'Cheers,'
Most hadn't seen most, for many a Moon,
'Who is that,' question, a favorite tune.

Remembering faces, behind disguise of age,
A betting person, would soon lose their wage,
Our rememberer's have faded, at this elder stage,
So, Introductions abounded, restarting a old page,

Saturday was fun, at The 'Looking Glass,' to dine,
Enjoying company, fine food, perhaps a glass of wine,
The servers were great, the food prepared fine,
Top Sirloin, the steak, is what I made mine.

Sauté, of Mushrooms, sat on the side,
After a salad, a thousand Island tide,
We all had a great time, remembering when,
But old enough to forget, so need to do it again.

Next Year
AMEN

Give me a B, an I, and S, O, N,
The best there is, since don't know when,
As we get older, need to pass the baton,
To help Pride in McCook, go on and on.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN
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As GOD Protects
By Arley Steinhour 070113

Jews and Christians, Christians and Jews,
Both blessed by God, so we need not choose,
How can that be, most people would ask,
Only through Jesus, in His light we bask.

Not all have found Him, soon, to their chagrin,
In Tribulation, contrite heart, asks Him in,
Like the Raptured, before, they no longer can die,
Repented, baptized, they soon learn to fly.

Though we're still mortal, but not 'under' the Law,
Once 'Reborn,' we're seen, without flaw,
The Spirit, so Holy, does guide us from Sin,
That Reward, we're gaining, in race we will win.

Some of the 'Saved,' sticks head into the storm,
Returning to shelter, God, soon makes us warm,
With 'cover,' Eternal, hearts learn how to 'fly,'
We molt to God's feathering, and nevermore die.

This call is quite short, as the picture tells all,
Protected by His Wings, without them, we'd fall,
So, make your decision, call Jesus to self,
Repent, and accept, before His gift's on the shelf.

Amen

The Dove, seen as Love, the kind Jesus does give,
So deeply sacrificial, Pays the Price, so we Live,
Accepting His Gift, by accepting His offer,
Should, but don't yet, quell the Unsaved Scoffer.
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Note to Egypt
By Arley Steinhour 070313

Poor Mister President,
Hunkered in his chair,
Wondering what's going on,
Not here, but over there.

He sent a note to Egypt,
'Stop messing with my friend,
Cause if you don't, I'll be mad,
From my troops, you can't defend.'

'I'll turn off all the money,
Won't send bullets for your guns,
I'll drop a thousand well placed bombs,
Each one weighing fifteen tons.'

'One thing you need remember,
You'd better listen, when I talk,
My teleprompter's aimed and loaded,
Bowing is permitted. Love, Barach.'

I don't know how he does it,
I really do not care,
But, every time he opens mouth,
Out comes real hot air.
AMEN

Four years, and no one's told me,
What do the POTUS do??
I present all the Boss' give,
Do I gotta read it, too???
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No Alarm Day
By Arley Steinhour 070413

The silence woke me up today,
Of all days, no popping in my ear,
Celebration, the independent way,
Would be firecrackers, and good cheer.

I'm not yet sure what's going on,
Sky is clear, no cloud or breeze,
Nothing like the years, long gone,
When smell of powder made one sneeze.

Long ago, when as a growing child,
At least four or five years old,
We quickly learned the Forth was wild,
And, to all, with money, fireworks was sold.

Parental guidance, determined the buy,
With Sparklers, and Lady Fingers,
Age Four, and Five, spirits would fly,
Safely done, next year we bought the Zingers.

The biggest that we ever could shoot,
Was called, then, the 'Cannon Salute,'
Strong enough to destroy, large can, or a boot,
Dangerous enough, to be not used in dispute.

Today we must go, and sit in the stands,
To watch the experts shoot things off,
Shooting works I wouldn't hold in my hands,
Oooing, and ahhing, with occasional scoff.

Independence, seems to be lost in the deal,
We now celebrate only the date,
Independence, the focus, Proud we should feel,
Guard it well, before it's gone, and too late.
AMEN

Ever Watching, over this Nation,
Soul's, of our dead, blessed by God,
Waiting for us, in grim anticipation,
To save mankind, from Wrath, and Rod.
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Jesus Hears
By Arley Steinhour 070713

Where, oh where, did we go wrong,
We, of Faith, in You, Dear God,
We worship you, with check, and song,
In your word, we don't even plod.

The Praise we offer, is to remind you of us,
As we mention Jesus, once or twice,
With Service's, worse than riding a Bus,
We read your word, like three blind mice.

I look around the world at large,
At the faithful to gods, handmade,
There's even worship of a man in charge,
Where tears of love are full displayed.

To Lord of Lords, and King of Kings,
Christians praise the lazy way,
Prayer and Preaching, and sing-song brings,
Some Coin in bowl, then, it's time to play.

Off to the lake with our speedy-boats,
With floats, and skis, and things,
A case of beer, so we can act like goats,
An hour of Church, and hearts take wings.

I wonder how the false gods do it,
Their worshipers stay through the day,
Praising and Praying, and seldom sit,
False congregations have more to say.

You allow folks, to chose their way,
Be it You, and Idol, or None,
False leaders control, with heavy-hand sway,
For them, Judgment, won't be fun.

Thank you Lord, for lending an ear,
I'm back in the bright side of life,
These troublesome times take away the cheer,
Until, you remind me, Christian's are Your Wife.
AMEN

When we feel like running away,
We need to stop and pray,
Jesus is there to show us the way,
As He leads us with His Loving Sway.
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Suffer and Bless
By Arley Steinhour 070913

The Sun is up, The windows shut,
before third hour of this day,
Some of mankind, in comfort, strut,
In a life of, 'Air-conditioned' sway.

From a brother in Jesus, I received a plea,
On the Facebook channel, Worldwide,
'Rainy Season,' destroyed home of his family,
From life's dangers, there's no place to hide.

With excessive Weather, flooding runs free,
In Middle East, winter begins and threatens,
The Monsoon Season, Three months it be,
Wrecks havoc whenever it deepens.

A shack, called home, mostly of block,
Can't stand to the pressures of flood,
Without proper footing, some fall like a rock,
Losses great, to any of flesh and blood.

Through Faith, and labor, rebuilding through strife,
With the hope of a time, of peace, and calm,
Until the day, Jesus, comes for His Church/Wife,
No more, Tribulation, healing in His Loving Balm.

So, if temperatures soar in weather reports,
Or the clouds release way-too-much rain,
Remember, our blessings, and mortal comforts,
Protection, in, and until, Bridegroom refrain:

"COME UP HITHER!!"

AMEN

The Bride is bought and paid for,
Our Trousseau, near complete,
Soon, Jesus calls us through the door,
To our JOY; as 'Death' admits defeat.
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Eternal Salvation
By Arley Steinhour 070913

I am a Bride, eyes open wide,
I know exactly where I'm going,
Death and Grave, can step aside,
As, Jesus' blessings are over flowing.

To pain, I awaken, within my body,
That quickly subsides to Joy,
"Good Morning, Father God," the toddy,
To make me a Happy, 'Growing Boy.'

Not 'growing' in the normal sense,
But, heart and brain, your Love-Instilling,
So, my Growth continues, ever since,
In every Nook or Cranny worth filling.

I cannot Praise you well enough,
To make my words worth accepting,
Holy Spirit makes my uttered 'stuff,'
Worthy of Thanks for my Wedding Ring.

My thanks, to You, a pile of rags,
accentuated by mumbles I'm sharing,
You and He form my worthless shags,
Into Kingly cloth, worthy of wearing.

Your Blessings for my Eternity,
You package with my paper and straw,
That I may present, works of mortality,
As, from the ashes, Rewards you draw.

Some receive, great Gain-Reward,
Some, sadly, little more than Loss,
But the basest Reward, is Gemstone Hard,
Eternal Salvation, by Jesus, at the Cross.
AMEN

The Sun is setting on Day of the Gentile,
Only Jesus can show mankind the Way,
Through that time, where Few People can Smile,
Rejecting Jesus, refuses gift of Eternal Day.
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ALL is RIPE
By Arley Steinhour 071013

Does it matter, I don't know how,
Is it smart to show my failing
Should I keep my heart behind the plow,
When my heart for Lost, is wailing?

My God, I have a love for you,
That fills the sky and deepest depth,
Failure wracks me through and through,
Knowing, you suffered my sin-filled death.

Today, mankind falls away from you,
Cursing your failure to 'comply,'
With our demand, you carry us through,
This time of Testing, toward which we fly.

As, at the Cross, we fail to claim,
Needed Testing, through strife and pain,
Insisting, you must, again, bear the Shame,
To provide needed blood, that cleans, like rain.

Six thousand years, we've striven to gain,
Through rock and tare, that bar the way,
Up to today, where many have gone insane,
Demanding that sane support their play.

Your Israel, has returned to the Land,
Your Hillsides have Fruit trees, leafed Green,
Wars, and rumor of, great death, at hand,
All is Ripe, for Apocalypse, full seen.

I've plodded through life, behind my sinful plow,
With a furrow, not pleasant to see,
Through life, you've gently shown me how,
Your Son, straightens out who I be.

In this Verse, I display, my claim who I be,
Through, Jesus, Messiah, your Only Begotten,
I Am, Yours, Forgiven, Adopted, and Free,
[Jew and Gentile, Join us, or be sadly forgotten.]

AMEN

We crucify Jesus, every day of our life,
By refusing Salvation by Grace,
He Paid the Price, so we 'are' His Wife,
Be we Faithful, or a Whorish disgrace.
[What have we turned the World into??]
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Special dedication to Aunt Snoopy. Keep the Watch
Resident to President
By Arley Steinhour 071113

We start life, an empty jug,
Man-made, work of mortal clay,
To be President, born Resident-Thug,
As we mature to Judgment day.

Tribulation, will fill life's Mortality,
Beginning, on fateful day of conception,
With a mind, that's focused on 'me, and me,'
Absorbing influence, from every direction.

By age of One, we Toddle, and love,
Conversation by 'Two,' mostly 'NO,'
Near, 'Three,' we wonder, 'what's above,'
And, direction, of life, we may go.

Guidance of world, and God, now holds sway,
We start to chew on what we'll absorb,
Shifting, and changing, like spinning clay,
Preparing to fill our space upon this Orb.

Conception to Three, lays down the foundation,
On-which, who we be, holds great sway,
But does not guarantee, our final direction,
For some, answer's come from community play.

Final growth, and shape, can take a long time,
Beyond the normal, for conflicts to settle,
Changing direction is tough, without Rhyme,
Enter, Jesus' Light, and Life, God's metal.

A Biblical 'rod,' Jesus places in spine,
To stand straight and tall, in His word,
With Spirit in place, He calls us, 'Mine,'
Cross-Paid, Shipping Free, Insured.

No longer 'Under,' Mosaic law, as 'Boss,'
'God's Law,' now, the Tile for our feet,
Reborn, All we do, is for Gain, or Loss,
Discipleship of Jesus, Eternal Meat.

Wherever we are, on this, our life's road,
It's not too late, to change Lane you're in,
Don't stay Resident, just bearing your load,
Repenting, Jesus takes load; Election, WIN.

AMEN


Look to the Field, the Harvest is Prime,
Soon, to fill the white granary, behind,
Bridegroom may come, most any time,
And 'Election,' be over, some find.
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Old Shoes Blues
By Arley Steinhour 071113

The story, below, gave my mind this vent,
I now have another remember poem in tent:

An old times story, if I remember right,
One I heard, as a boy, when money was tight.

I remember my first new pair of shoes, age Nine,
Brown leather, thick treaded soles, and ‘All Mine.’

I wore those shoes, for years, three or four,
Finally, toes turning under, I asked for more.

With smile on face, Grandma had a pair, just bought,
At Rummage sale, Thirteen-triple-A, gave me second thought.

I’d never worn shoes, that much longer than my foot,
On they went, actually fit, but needed a horn to toot.

Paper packed, toe-curl not bad, I learned to lift my feet,
Clowns had nothing on me, plus, I wore mine on the street.

Don’t misunderstand, I can’t complain, I was a very lucky child,
Grandparents need not take a second, hungry and child-wild.

Old shoes, and money, in story, man with hungry child,
Remember first three, Love and food made me mild.

Thanks for enduring my reminisce, from my past,
When I graduate Home, I'll thank them good, at last.

AMEN


Although it not me, reaction the same,
New pair of shoes, made life a new game.
Depression, was over, sky blue again,
Poor took longer, to remove fiscal pain.
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A Good Lesson

Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. – Hebrews 13:16

A young man, a student in one of our universities, was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly called the students’ friend, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions. As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”

“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of the poor man. Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how the discovery affects him.”

The student did so, and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by.

The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes. While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and looked at it again and again. He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom the timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing. The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears.

“Now,” said the professor, “are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”

The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of those words, which I never understood before: ‘"It is more blessed to give, than receive."

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Casting the Net
By Arley Steinhour 071213

Good Morning Lord, above Sky so Blue,
As your Sunshine is oh so bright,
I search the sky, every inch, for you,
And, Messiah's bright flash of light.

The light, I pray, that issues forth,
In that Glorious 'Blink of the eye,'
As we utter praise, for all we're worth,
Meeting Bridegroom, You, in the sky.

Your Net, my optimistic Praise,
Makes some of the fishes sad,
With repeated casting, a few eyes glaze,
Some swim away, quite mad.

I pray, I help to net them,
Where they swim, at a timely spot,
Holy Spirit, holds His Gift within,
'Flame of Rebirth,' Piping-Hot.

Folks, I Witness, and be Searching for,
'Y O U,' who like what you hear or see,
Asking questions, and maybe more,
Netted, a God's Child, as you should be.

To feel the Joy of God's Gift, Eternal,
You need repent your Sin-filled life,
Baptized, you 'die' with Jesus, Supernal,
Spirit-Gift 'Nets-you' with 'Eternal Life.'

I only point you toward God's Alter,
With my Praise, and Love, for the Son,
Redeemed, Spirit Filled, you still may falter,
But He lifts you, the race, You've already 'W O N.'

AMEN

Keep your eye upon God's Sky,
Look Up, Repent, or you do die,
God's Word does not lie,
'True Repentance,' or Fry.
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Gator Aid
By Arley Steinhour 071213

Frog, jumped into the water,
Thought he'd take a little swim,
Alligator swallowed frog in water,
Frog's hopes were looking dim.

Frog had seen the teeth in mouth,
As the water washed him in,
Can't stay here, better go south,
Anyplace better than where he's been.

No light to see, no air to breath,
Frog knew he must act quick,
Lungs full, ten minutes until meeting death,
No smell to be used, or get sick.

Alligator began to wiggle, and squirm,
From what was going on within,
It tickled, and hurt, like a big snake-worm,
It had swallowed once, that swam in.

Neither knew the wiggle was needed,
The gunk inside loosened to like double castor,
the looser the gunk, the less frog was impeded,
But, he only thought the progress felt faster.

Ten minutes of time, had quickly past,
Frog knew this and wanted to breath,
Can't open eyes, don't dare sniff fast,
Just pump the legs to safety or death.

The faster frog swam, writhing increased,
If there'd been music, alligator would dance,
Frog plight, and fight, God saw, and was pleased,
Without knowing, frog would soon defeat 'Chance.'

Alligator knew what irritation need do,
To help exit it's something, back there,
Lifted its tail, pushed hard, and frog flew,
Thirty feet, through the water, frog found fresh air.
AMEN
Moral to story, don't jump in gator-water,
Until you've had a good look around,
Don't try to breath when under water,
Especially, till fresh air is found.
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Bloodstained Hands
By Arley Steinhour 071513

With blood, he's covered, end to end,
It's application, he won't defend,
They look upon his bloodstained hands,
And tightly apply, restraining bands.

The bands, cause pain, on wrist and leg,
As captors demand he kneel and beg,
Snatches of beard, are ripped from his face,
Dragged off to Judgment, he tries to keep pace.

The chain and binders restrain his being,
Viewed with contempt, from they, the unseeing,
Before the Judge, charges brought, beyond reason,
'His obvious guilt, demands Death, for Treason.'

'You must dispense justice,' demands, Priestly Class,
'From lips of the Judge, Death-order must pass.'
Released is Barabbas, a Thief, the mobs choice,
So, the Innocent must die, in accord with their voice.

Three days, after death, the man resurrected,
Proof on 'Firstfruits,' Death's Sting is dissected,
Then, on Fiftieth day, God graced Pentecost,
With Holy Spirit, to mark the Saved from the Lost.

We all know the story, branded on our heart,
Faith, in that 'Man,' then, God's family be a part,
By the Grace of God, through Repentance we be,
Blessed by God's 'Son Sacrifice,' into HIS Family.

Now, comes the worst part for those who refuse,
Die unrepentant, Joy filled Eternity, you'll lose,
The time of God's Grace, soon comes to an end,
Those, then, not saved, Sin they must Defend.

A Thousand years, over man, Jesus Rules,
For the Road to Salvation, all have the tools,
No pressure, from Satan, as he's locked away,
Natural tendencies in each soul, will show its sway.

After Millennium, the Satan's set free,
With a Season, to gather, many that 'be,'
Score, without number, will join his rank,
One word from God, Second Death is His spank.

There's one final Judgment, White Throne it's call,
Based on works, some will not fall,
Those that 'fall,' not in 'Life book,' are sent,
To be with Satan, and others, in Lake of Torment.

We have the 'choice,' of where we want to be,
A place, of Gross Torment, or, Joy-Filled, Eternity,
While available, with Faith, Repentance, and God's grace,
We are baptized into Family as Jesus' Heavenly Race.

So, Drink of His blood, Eat of His flesh,
In Holy Communion, does Spirit Refresh,
Do that, every time, in memory of Him,
Soon, our 'Real Life,' does begin.

AMEN

On the Hill of Golgotha, with a skull shaped face,
For Sin to be gone, and save the Human Race,
A man, known as Jesus, paid the price, of His life,
Those accepting the payment, become His Eternal Wife.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53933/

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Complementation
By Arley Steinhour 071613

The other day, a compliment,
I'm not sure, twas meant to be,
Doubting, I be Heaven's Resident,
With the Firmament, controlling me.

'Still man of Earthly pleasures,
Concerned with fleshly things;'
Like, who's in charge of treasures,
Of mortal warring, with all the pain it brings?

The compliment: "Word Dancer,"
I'd never thought of me like that,
I'd thought, I was part of the Answer,
A Bible-savvy Caster, of where World is at.

A 'Watcher' is what I'm pressed to be,
As I sojourn in life, quite mortal,
Describing 'truth,' as best I can see,
To 'Unsaved,' in 'choice,' of 'Mortal Portal.'

Unsaved, they can't discern, the two Fates,
Thinking 'nothing more,' can ever be,
'Watchers,' try to describe the two Gates,
Describing, for guidance, what they can't yet see.

Based on God's Word, He spoke, or inspired,
Related to man's, inherent, 'insanity,'
Historian's connote, how we got here, 'Unfired,'
And, Watcher's promote, where we need to be.

Reborn, through Jesus, God's Bride, Elect,
From this 'Prep-School,' of Mortal Sway,
Graded at Graduation, with placement, direct,
To Office of Blessing, through Eternal DAY.

In the Spirit, I pray my words, 'do,' dance,
As complementation, light an unsaved way,
So, in Heaven, we all, may Hug and Prance,
May my 'Words' NEVER lead Astray,
I Pray. AMEN

Soon, the Pew may not be a 'seat ,'
To any Christian, who 'was' before,
But, just for a tick, then fill them complete,
As our Rapture, opens hearts, 'Forevermore.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53949/

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Rebirth Beyond Guessing
By Arley Steinhour 071713

I lift my hands to Praise your Glory,
Gently waiving them in the air,
To touch your 'Robe Hem,' as in the Story,
But, the Blood on your Robe, is my share.

Fulfillment of needs, only you give,
Through the days of Mortal trial,
Faith in you, guarantees how I live,
For Eternity, not, this 'little-while.'

Determined by choices I've made, and make,
In this First life, 'Mortality,'
From my choices made, you then take,
And make, at Judgment, All I'll Eternally be.

My 'Main choice,' you know, was taken,
Some many years in my past,
But, broken by sojourn, with you forsaken,
The lure of your love, brought me home at last.

To you, then, be the Glory,
From me, my heartfelt Praise,
Of course, you know this story;
I share, so other hearts might graze.

Seeking many, but one or two will do,
To, look at your Eternal Blessing,
And turn their heart, forever to you,
In Repentance, Rebirth, beyond guessing.

AMEN

May the Holy Spirit fill your heart,
And He does, when we sincerely Repent,
Guidance and Council, be His part,
As you learn God's Will, under 'His Tent.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53972/

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Dog Story GODs Glory
By Arley Steinhour 071813

He wasn't just a simple dog,
But, trained to guard, and hunt,
He could run on sand or wade a bog;
Plus, roll over, play dead, as a stunt.

One day, Dog found himself at the Vet,
Not understanding, he looked around,
On a table, a needle, not used yet,
Dog wondered if this be the Dog-pound.

Vision of panic, in his mind crept,
Even yearly shots, prevented a tail wag,
Master, not there, shot given, he slept,
Muzzle removed, with placement in bag.

Next thought, foggy panic, thinking 'I'm dead,'
Lying next to a box, upon mattress, looked up,
Eyes blurred, tongue dry, tried to raise head,
Rested, and hungry, as newborn pup.

Dog's joy became obvious, to one and all,
Seeing master in garb that meant 'hunting,'
Within minutes, dog could run wall to wall,
With alertness, youth strength, in casting.

Out, in the wild, camp set, great joy,
Dog was ready for a great hunting junket,
Creatures scampered about, as if a toy,
As Master pointed dog, to a worthy target.

Dog beheld, a Lion of Full Mane beauty,
With great anticipation and strength,
He wanted to impress, by doing his duty,
As through dog's lifetime, many years in length.

But, dog, the master didn't release,
And held him, closely by his side,
Hushing and Shushing, sounds of peace,
As master looked at Lion, with Loving Pride.

Lion, coming near, without reproach;
Like a blanket, Love wrapped dog's heart,
Love, and welcome, through dog did poach,
Dog looked upon new Master, apart.

Twas then that dog remembered the scene,
Before Vet helped his life-force to yield,
Instant death, for his master, he'd clearly seen,
Flying past him, straight through the windshield.

Short was dog's flight, with end at a tree,
Where most every bone became broken,
Somehow surviving, the Vet set him free,
Where, in Heaven, with master, had awoken.

Dogs have Master, and master, for Eternal Life,
That's Love at work, in this, fictitious story,
How all God's creatures, Live without strife,
Peace and Love, in all hearts, to God's Glory.

AMEN

Old dogs go straight to Heaven,
When there's a loved one waiting there,
With love, much like bread with leaven,
Growing Great, with love to share.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/53989/