Praise and Poetry II

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LOVE
By Arley Steinhour 081413

How deep, or can we find the depth,
Or, by measuring, define the breadth,
How many loves, do we need to know,
To reach a point of overflow?

What happens with the overflow,
Does any mortal really know,
Is it wasted with our 'sharing' breath,
Or, fill other hearts, until our death?

Agape God, our first heart filling need,
Resounding in every, thought, word, and deed,
Then, to Spouse, and children, love must flow free,
Plus, loving the neighbor, as 'we' each, do 'me.'

Alas, there's a problem, to that word, 'overflow,'
As, in this Prep School of 'Mortal,' we need to know,
The heart's not a bucket, to contain love we have,
There is no top or bottom, love is spread, like a salve.

Our heart is like a Potter's wheel,
Spun round and round, by the love we feel,
It's not the size, but in speed love flies,
Crying, 'I love you,' to all it applies.

Our love is placed upon the wheel,
To shape our future, by how we feel,
Hatred, restricts, and builds a wall,
At outer edge, causing wheel to stall.

When turning slowly, exhaustion cries,
Distorting love's shaping, to Satanic lies,
Some spinners, may then walk away,
Intending return, on another day.

The clay of love, no longer slung,
Hardens and dries, with no song sung,
The song of love, to those that wait,
Will surely fail, and not received, dissipate.

The only love, proven to wait for you,
No matter the wrong that you did do,
Is, Father and Son, our God on High,
That lives in our heart, and the sky.

With mortals, you may receive reprieve,
When they see your love, didn't really leave,
It may come slowly, as you show you can spin,
To see you still love; with their help, all can win.

So, don't look to fill the chasm called heart,
It leaks like a sieve, right from life's start,
Just like the clay, that flies from the wheel,
We spin off our love, that's what gives us appeal.

AMEN

Loving your God, is easiest to see,
Not quite as easy, is love of family,
Love for our neighbor, we must turn around,
Our babies know how, we need that 'refound.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54374/

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Dark Shadow
By Arley Steinhour 081513

Looking from the window,
Up to the cloudy sky,
The house of man is under shadow,
Darker than, cloud that's passing by.

The news around this troubled world,
Seems to worsen each passing day,
Fathers and sons, Battle flags unfurled,
Against one another, fight, or even slay.

'Insane,' stands tall, the only explanation,
Describing this mixed-up, hateful, time,
Not in just one, but in every Nation,
Things acceptable now, was once a crime.

There's a book, that tells the story,
Of the days we, now, begin to pass,
The Bible, tells us of God's Glory,
And, how to cross to Sea of fiery glass.

The truths within God's Holy Word,
That can change, one's Thought and deed,
To read and heed, or the ear has heard,
Supporting our Faith, is all we need.

Please think about what is to be,
Do you wish to take the chance,
Eternal Torment, or Flying Free,
Decide upon the choice, your stance.

AMEN

Bridegroom comes for Bride, quite soon,
In blink of the eye, 'Church' disappears,
The 'Left Behind,' must fight 'High Noon,'
And few survive, until Jesus, to all, appears.
(Bone-up and be Gone)
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54397/

[Keith]

Nice one, Arley...timely!

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Oh Egypt Land
By Arley Steinhour 081613

Inspired by events and Isaiah 19

I woke up this morning,
With a burden in my heart,
I felt, the news, oncoming,
Be Judgmental, in some part.

Searching for the worldly news,
An 'Online' source, my search did light,
Quickly my burden, turned to Blues,
More than Five Hundred died last night.

The 'Burden of Egypt,' a possibility,
Isaiah Nineteen, may be in play,
Internal strife, now probability,
Melting heart to God, some way.

Battles may soon have painful sway,
Blood flowing, wherever you glance,
Brother on Brother, to win the day,
Desolation and death, not happenstance.

It may be the time of reshaping,
Egypt's heart, and family position,
To take the name of 'People, accepting,
God, and be part of Israel's imposition.'

Soon, Christians gone, and cease to sway,
Church, removed from Restraining play,
Spirit's 'Restraint, of Evil,' taken away,
Allowing the 'Beast,' a 'Seven year Day.'

Repent, to be part of God's Grace filled brood,
Second Death part, not to be withstood,
Or, chose the side, of worm, fire, and nude,
Torment with Satan, as Eternal Dross-Crude.
AMEN

Standing on a littered street,
Unrepentant, not sure where to go,
End of day's for most, now complete,
Awaiting the call, to endure Hell, 'Below.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54405/

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SILVER or FREEDOM
By Arley Steinhour 081713

For a piece of Silver,
Most call it 'coined,'
Without intent, deliver,
Our 'Freedom-Rights,' entwined.

No matter the job, or enterprise,
Constitution has stood Paramount,
But, lately, much to our surprise,
Our Guarantees, no longer fount.

Leadership, for an Income, of shiny-coin,
Perchance, are becoming 'Blind of Eye,'
Satan's hoard, for earthly greed do join,
This happenstance, may cause many to Die.

The Guarantee, of Amendment One,
In Constitution, Blessed from Above,
'Some,' ignore, or make denigration fun,
Destroying Life-strength, and enduring Love.

I pray, you-all reconsider your choice,
To sell Freedom, for Thirty Silver Coin,
And, once more give Constitution its Voice,
By Defenders of Freedom, you then rejoin.

And, while I'm on the subject of doom,
May I ask you all, to have change of heart,
Israel owns, God's Wedding Day Room,
Judeo-Christians, will also have a part.

Repent the evil, 'we-all have done,'
To Nation, and Before God's eye,
To minimize those lost, for His Son,
Let Freedom Ring, in Earth, and Sky.

AMEN

We hold the Key, of Death or Life,
No charge, to enjoy freedom from Strife,
As, child of God, in His Regal Estate,
But, Ill-begotten Silver, opens the Dark Gate.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54419/

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A Call to Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 081713
Inspired by Sean's need for prayer

I don't like praying, 'in the dark,'
I might be in there with a shark,
One that bites and swims away,
'Excuse, or Thanks' they never say.

Because you say God's help, you plead,
I'll pray, God sends you all you need,
With signs you'll know is just from Him,
So your Faith can fatten, and still be Trim.

I wrote that to a special friend,
His words he felt could be the end,
His wits awash, down by the bow,
Without prayer help, the end is now.

Prayer warriors called a prayer to God,
To reach out to our brother with rod,
To pull him free of the quicksand of fate,
And save his soul, before it's too late.

We asked that all be to God's Glory,
If in His Will, that's the End of Story.
But, if God has plans that we don't see,
We still will Praise, until at Home we be.

AMEN

Hang your troubles, on His Cross,
As you did your Sin, and all your Dross,
When you Repented, Born Eternal to Life,
A Living Sacrifice, as Messiah's Wife.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54420/

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Road of LIFE
By Arley Steinhour 081813

His promise made, upon the Cross,
To a Sinful man, heart full of Dross,
'I say, today you'll be with me,
In Paradise, as member of Family.'

Upon surrender of mortality,
We graduate into Eternity,
Mortal transfigures, leaving the space,
That's held by the body, with Immortal grace.

Many, through life, will often inquire,
'Why am I here, a short time, then expire,'
'Home Schooling,' be the answer, contrite,
'Learn how to belong,' with all your might.'

Our First day in our Life, Full Shock and Awe,
Transition needs, should be against the Law,
Through crushing birth tunnel, into Bright Light,
Then, breathing air, painful, we want to fight.

Where is that liquid, in which we did swim,
With moisture in lungs, not dry air, so grim,
The temperature freezing, and then it gets hot,
Where we started life, Best, here and now, is 'not.'

For a number of years, we grow, and we learn,
Most souls, looking back, don't want to return,
'Choice' must be made, that determines our 'All,'
Are we 'Children of God,' or, like Satan, 'We fall.'

That is the reason, for which we are here,
In Mortal life, full of strife, sadness, and cheer,
Sinful at birth, God blamed Adam and Eve,
God's Cross sets us free, If Grace we receive.

In Mortal life, we will follow 'our' path,
Each and all 'off course,' deserving of wrath,
Repenting to Jesus, who went to the Cross,
Receive a Full Pardon, for all Sin, and Dross.

Once we graduate, to the 'Other Side,'
Choice has been made, eyes open wide,
We see God around us, in flower and tree,
All needed is to ask, On - Jesus, we're Free!

Free from our Sin, and pain that we cause,
Full, Son, or Daughter, of God, without pause,
Eternal the payment, Eternal our life,
Jesus paid the 'Bride Price,' now, we are His Wife.

Refusing the Purchase, Jesus paid at the Cross,
Condemns one to Torment, with, their Evil, and Dross,
Torment allowance, equal, to Angel's torment and pain,
In God's Lake of Fire, where there's no soothing rain.

AMEN

To Jesus, is the narrow way,
There's no toll we must play,
The price was paid upon the Cross,
For Sin, and Dross, that causes Loss.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54424/

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Shade so Fine
By Arley Steinhour 081913

When young, and in the Navy,
Living quite close to the Sea,
My sunburns sometimes heavy,
Proved real blisters, upon me.

A bright, and young, Israeli man,
Came up with a source of shade,
Breeze, lifts it like a flying fan,
Works, even where you wade.

Too late to talk, and reason,
With these old bones of mine,
Beyond my youth and frolic season,
But my memories still hold a shine.

Make some shade, at the beach,
On sand, so white and fine,
Shade cover, isn't out of reach.
Be out of sun, draw shaded line.

www.verygoodnewsisrael.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/israels-good-news-newsletter-to-18th.html

Just in case of heavy rain,
You keep a cover over head,
Jesus waits, so use your brain,
His cover, safe, or else your dead.
AMEN
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54445/

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My Penny Birthday
By Arley Steinhour 082013

Dedicated to Penny Steinhour, with Love.

Tomorrow, my favorite Penny's Birthday,
Vintage, Nineteen Sixty five,
There's something that I'd like to say,
So, in her memory, this day does survive.

This woman, that stands before us,
With tons of Love, leaking from her heart,
For family, that could fill, a Greyhound bus,
Of which, we all, have a seated part.

She serves with love, and worry,
'Is all, in its proper place,
All wrongs, she fixes, in a flurry,
Always with love shining in her face.

Her labor has no mortal value,
In this life of Service to everyone,
But Blessings, when her job is through,
Presented by, God's Only Begotten Son.

We celebrate with our love in hand,
We offer blessings, as we sing,
Only Jesus places a Wedding Band,
On her Right hand, as Joy takes Wing.

Perhaps you do not know her yet,
That's fine, but, soon you will,
My Daughter-in-Law, sure-fire-bet,
For a Crown, big as the biggest Hill.

So, gather round, and sing with me,
Happy Birthday, to a wonderful Gal,
Wife, and Mother, and Friend, she be,
Daughter in Law, Precious more, My Pal.

Dear God, please bless my Penny,
Her value to family, greater than Gold,
To Yours, add mine, so her life has plenty,
Till you Snatch Your Bride/Church, so Bold.

Baruch _Atah __ Ya-Khar __ Akhee,_Va'Hey_Yom _Ve _Ya'Lad
Blessed you be, my precious sister, on this _day _ of __ Birth
(or something like that)

AMEN
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54458/

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W M D
By Arley Steinhour 082113

'Weapon of Massive Destruction,'
Or, 'Weapon of Maniacal Description,'
Either way, many people die,
Enough to make a grown man cry.

The news, today, from Syria land,
Shows both above, as Satan's brand,
To save a Despot's Criminal Rule,
He used a weapon, oh so cruel.

Poisoned gas sprayed in the air,
Kills all that breath, without a care,
Men, and women, children wee,
All, from birth, through ninety three.

The leaders care not who will die,
Removing those, who laugh and cry,
On either side, without a care,
They kill a person, for being there.

Isaiah, chapter, is now Nineteen,
Events of today, shine through the screen,
Father against son, brother fight brother,
No peace on this earth, nor any other.

God tells us to love 'all,' even Enemy,
Today is when, He'll set many free,
Free, from the grasp of Satan's hand,
Suckled to grow, as His Loving Band.

AMEN

We shed a tear, for the little child,
Those not 'accountable,' are Heaven filed,
Safe in the arms of our Loving God,
Eternally there, no bearing of Rod.
Thank You God

AMEN

The photo I had planned to use,
My heart told me I would abuse,
The sensitivity of most,
Without preparation by Holy Ghost.

The photo showed eleven young,
Of the age, no life song sung,
Wrapped in a sheet of mortal white,
Now wear Robes, Gloriously Bright.
AMEN
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54478/

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Nine Eleven Pondered
By Arley Steinhour 082213

Soon comes date, 'Nine, Eleven,'
Of Ill-begotten, Infamous claim,
A date that we have striven,
To remember by that given name.

The day that ever-so many,
Were sentenced, to horrible death,
By Seventeen people, hardly any,
Causing so many to breath a last breath.

A few, Crying out, to an unholy name,
Of which, made them feel that way,
Achieving, instant, and ill-gotten fame,
They, too, paid Death's price, that day.

Thousands, numbering in mortal death,
As a few cheered in the street,
Chanters, singing with happy breath,
Loving Carnage, so complete.

Twelve years of War, mostly, 'Over there,'
With most Nations, death's been shared,
Through believers, in an infamous faith,
War with all, Jew and Christian most-paired.

A Plus, that creates Irony,
They war, without peaceful relief,
Within, they have no harmony,
Like Plague, their faith brings on Grief.

Truth is Truth, and Lies are Lies,
Until, Holy Challenger's fire arrives,
Truth shines through, before God's Eyes,
Lies, burn like chaff, and completely Dies.

In Jesus, the Christ, please open your heart,
He has already purchased your Sin,
As the Church, His Bride, we have a part,
Eternally Blessed, God's Family; We WIN.
AMEN

A flash of silver, in the sky,
Strikes the building, many die,
Rescuers died, trying to save the day;
That Hate lives on; many more still pay.
Maranatha, Lord Jesus
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54484/

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EMPTY nest CYCLE
By Arley Steinhour 082213

We raise our children, through life's tempest,
The storm, of life, while they are wee,
We do our best, breakfast to breakfast,
To teach them to learn, and be free.

We keep our every focus,
On their Joy, and Wounded knee,
Too easy, their pain, and 'Stoke' us,
To hot flame, when a need there be.

Protecting, nurturing, kissing the harm,
For the years they're dependent on us,
Then, one day, it is 'Panic Alarm,'
As they board, one way ticket, the Adult bus.

The nest, will not empty, for long,
Placed in closet for future need,
Children start singing their adult song,
And, soon, raising their Family seed.

Instead of one nest, now to track,
We've found one for every child,
Multiplied, the nests begin to stack,
Sometimes, enough to drive us wild.

We shift a gear, forgetting our greed,
Now, focus is on how much we taught,
That's used to fill their every need,
And the Grandchildren, our labors bought.

Look up, and thank, a loving God,
You did the best that you were able,
Let you children, on theirs, apply the rod,
And enjoy mannered grandchildren at table.

AMEN

Golden Eggs, hatched, have flown the coop,
So, sit yourself down, with a good bowl of soup,
Before you know it, more nests there will be,
Golden Eggs, are now Adult, more chicks to see.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54490/

Staci's Blog, the inspiration for the Poem:
www.ransomedheart.com/blogs/stasi/ocean-held

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TIME
By Arley Steinhour 082313

Into clay, God breathed our Life,
As clay, to earth, we return,
In this Prep-school of Daily Strife,
We must, chose Bridegroom, or Burn.

In this life, our Choice is made,
Where Soul spends all Eternity,
From mortal, up or down steep grade,
Eternal Joy, or Satan's Fraternity.

In mortal life, we learn who we Be,
Knowing, Right from Wrong, Eternal,
Trapped by Death, or forever Free,
In Relation with God, Supernal.

Time soon closes, for having 'Choice,'
Of 'Salvation,' by Faith, in the SON,
It ends, when Faithful hear his voice,
'Come Up Here, My Beloved ONE.'

Church is gone, many sing with joy,
Bride Purchased, unto Consummation,
Wedding Feast, Seven Years will employ;
Completed, it's time to Save His Nation,

By now, it's Armageddon day,
The world surrounds God's City,
Lion of Judah, comes down to play,
A "WORD," It's Over, No Pity!

Blood, runs deep, to bridle of horse,
Lighting the sky, Shekinah glory,
The World starts on another course,
SON's Kingdom, as Millennial Story.

That Thousand years, the Son will Rule,
By Thunder Secrets, yet untold,
Father's Son, to use, as 'Satan free' tool,
For, Wheat, to stand tall, and Weed, to fold.

Great White Throne Judgment, ends it all,
Death, Hell, and the Sea, yield the dead,
Un-judged, step forward, at the Son's call,
Name in book, Saved; If not, Flaming Bed.

And then, there is, No more T I M E

AMEN

It's time for a Choice, the choice is 'Time,'
Do you Voice your Choice, or Suffer, in Slime,
Jesus Loves us, you and me, Satan don't want you aware,
Eternal Life, is still free, Satan don't want you to care.
To our God, The Glory, AMEN
S O O N
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54510/

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Breakfast Ponder
By Arley Steinhour 082413 Inspired by: Suleman Ilyas ministry

Breakfast, has been gulletized,
Ate it all, I'm not surprised,
All that food, that met my eyes,
Is now within, to meet my size.

I say this, not as braggadocio,
But sad, on where food supply is Low,
Some countries, all around the globe,
Are filled with poor, no food, no Robe.

To help them out, we, here, donate,
When food arrives, it's oft too late,
Graft, and corruption, may play vital part,
Rich, get rich, Starving, lie in Death cart.

Each day, Death carts, soon ply the street,
For the once mortal, now souring meat,
Breath, is gone, Soul flown to account,
Mortal life has ended, in every amount.

No longer 'Mortal,' receive, Gain, or, Loss,
Reborn, go to Paradise, through Jesus' 'Cross,'
Reborn in Him, we fly to the light,
Lit by His Glory, behold Heavenly Sight.

All other demised, go where only be Nights,
To await Great White Throne's, Final Rites,
Judged on 'Works,' no more 'Faith, Alone,'
Grace of the Cross, be now, 'Crushing Stone.'

Preventing a cough, keeps body healthy,
Faith in Lord Jesus, we're eternally wealthy,
Christian life, and divestment, worthily planned,
Stores up much Reward, from Jesus' Hand.

Make your choice now, there is little time,
Soon, I'll no longer make mortal words rhyme,
Bridegroom soon comes, to snatch Bride Away,
To His Wedding Feast, and Eternal DAY.
AMEN

In a country, far across the Sea,
A young man minister's, food that's free,
He begs from Wealthy, in money, so fat,
To buy food, and help, wherever he's at.

Born there, raised there, family, so fine,
All, working to help, blessed family line,
Suleman Ilyas, Christian Brother and Friend,
Look forward to hugging him, 'Around the bend.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54515/

KING OF THE KINGS JESUS KING (we are all the sheeps of GOD)
Online site: www.kingofthekingsjesusking.weebly.com

[Keith]

Aug 24, 2013 10:34:26 GMT -6 navyblue said:

Breakfast, has been gulletized,
Ate it all, I'm not surprised,
All that food, that met my eyes,
Is now within, to meet my size.

Brother Arley, ya' made me actually snort! ;D

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Yeee-Haaa, Thanks Keith.

GOD MADE MAN
By Arley Steinhour 082513

The most intricate item God has made,
Bar none, harmony, within human body,
May we all ponder, the shape of our blade,
God made, excellence, top creature, not shoddy.

First, the foot, and ankle, two, called feet,
Mirror images, of the long, five-toed other,
For balance and travel, foundation complete,
Different sizes, though, for sister and brother.

Legs, on the feet, speed and power, complete,
Lower, for safe travel, and upper, for strength,
lower, gives distance, two bones, guide the feet,
The thigh, pillared muscle, for power, and length.

Leg part of the body, provides more than that,
Foundation, for function, diversely, we share,
Next, is torso and organs, keeping us 'fat,'
Life factory, food eaten, breath in God's air.

Opposing thumbs, give hands, diversity,
Doing well, all thing's dainty, artistic we be,
Less strong than legs, but similarities we see,
Legs, our foundation, arms, make us Free.

Now comes the head, a wonder, to declare,
What we call 'brain,' God designed with care,
Our thoughts and memories, all that we share,
Through life we deposit, personality, in there.

Last, life pumping heart; plus, the brain, combined,
Gives Spirit filled Life, as God, sets us apart,
From all life on earth, that God has designed,
'Reborn,' it's now called, a 'Spirit filled Heart.'

One and All, I beseech; To Jesus, Open your heart,
For Salvation, or Strength, in these times, torn apart,
Rending increases, Death fills many a cart,
Bridegroom, is coming, to Save, the best part;

His Bride,
The Church.
AMEN


Ponder Please.
Fill Vacancies.
Your Choice.
Give Voice,
2-Belong,
2-GOD.
AMEN

Blessed, are we,
The Grains of Sand,
Forming God's Picture.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54524/

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Dream or Vision 082613
By Arley Steinhour 082613

Hallelujah, says it all,
While waking, on this morning,
Tuned-in, I'd hear an Angels call,
And leave, with little mourning.

I had a dream, made little sense,
Dressed in Orange Aloha shirt,
On scooter worth about fifty cents,
On a street, that's made of dirt.

Without headlight in dark of night,
I tried to enter, hurried traffic,
Horn honking, at an 'out of place sight,'
Didn't make me feel terrific.

I missed my turn off, to the left,
I was forced to go on some-more,
Pulled into a parking lot, bereft,
To see, motorcycles parked, galore.

I knew I was, nearly out of fuel,
I set the stand, and turned it off,
In Aloha shirt, I looked like a fool,
Many looked and pointed, to scoff.

A sign above one worn doorway,
Was lit, with words, 'Funeral today,'
Society had such weird ways to play,
I wasn't sure what it meant to say.

The door then opened, slow and wide,
Music, quite joyous, filled evening air,
Door curtain closed, couldn't see inside,
Did open, as casket rolled out, with flare.

The Bearers, they were quite a sight,
In Aloha shirts, that glowed like mine,
Came up, hugged me, with all their might,
Saying: 'We waited, till we saw your shine.'

They called me 'Bill,' my 'Nick-name,'
I haven't used for Sixty years,
My tardiness, received no blame,
In the hugs, with welcome home tears.

They opened up casket box, on wheels,
Told me to 'Come take a look, and see,
All of the Sin-dross, one does, and feels,
Looking down, much I saw, looked like me.

Twas then, I awoke, from the dream,
The look on my face, great-wonder,
No foreboding, only 'Peaches and Cream,
In the room, Glory Light, not thunder.

AMEN

I know, some, are very tired,
Of my witness, of 'Church Rapture,'
But, unless to Jesus, your soul's wired,
The Glory of Bride, you'll no-way capture.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54532/

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Churches For Sale or Rent
By Arley Steinhour 082613
To the tune 'Trailer, for Sale or Rent'

Churches, for Sale or Rent,
Pew's to let, just Fifty Cent,
Since Church Raptured, away,
There's no one here to pray.

Some Preachers, Left Behind,
Finding out, they were blind,
They worshiped, all those bucks,
That couldn't buy, Salvation trucks.

Truck loaded, fly's away,
Won't return, another day,
They haul, while people play,
Faithful witness, had no sway.

Tribulation, comes along,
God's Judgment will, sing its song,
Repent, or stand and die,
Eternal Torment, you shall cry.

I'm tired of warning you,
Think my lips are turning blue,
Trust Jesus, or you'll stay,
In the lake, where devils play.

What more is left to hear,
Except a great Salvation cheer,
Open heart for Spirit to rent,
Then you'll live in God's own tent.

AMEN

Churches might set vacant,
Until someone picks the lock,
New Reborn, will Teach, not Rant,
The words of Jesus', 'Safe Harbor Dock.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54533/

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Hermitage Blues
By Arley Steinhour 082713

I woke up this glorious morning, at dawn,
I'd hardly finished, my Good Morning yawn,
When, Sleep's mighty hand, snatched me back;
Two hours later, eyes reopened, a crack.

Each days waking, through rising, an in-between,
The process of removing, my breathing machine,
'In-between' used, for prayer, and Praises sung,
But, a 'ding dong' means, my door-bell, has rung.

Up, up, and away, breathing mask takes to flight,
O-2 hose in mouth, remember my Jay-bird plight,
I dashed to the door, arms in Robe, hospital style,
Too late to correct, cracked the door, with a smile.

There stood, Brother Dick, sporting broad grin,
With quizzical look, like, 'Will you let me in??,'
In that twenty foot Journey, I knew my reply,
No invitation, except a Good Morning, 'Hi.'

Dick, offered a magazine, I might want to read,
German Submarine story, of World War - Two seed,
I thanked him, so kindly, and begged off a chat,
He saw part of my reason, an accepted that.

When one lives like a Hermit, no schedule to meet,
We can live without order, or need shod our feet,
House, somewhat cluttered, some dishes, unwashed,
We He-Ha, and stutter, the visit kiboshed.

To all, who might visit, one, two, or three,
A straighten up call, would do wonders for me,
Be I asleep, or composing a Praise,
I could make ready, for a visit, most days.

You know that I'm busy, and slow on my feet,
Doing 'Nothing,' is, ever, so hard to complete,
Thank you for coming, my brother, and friend.
Next time, I'll do better, around the bend.
AMEN

We don't know what 'Day and Hour' match,
The Bridegroom will come down, to 'Snatch,'
In bed sleeping, or wet in the shower,
White Robe on, We Eternally Flower.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54554/

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Watchman Alert 082813
By Arley Steinhour 082813

War, seems now, about to start,
Where every Nation might take part,
Mayhem, destruction, death, and strife,
About to destroy, much human life.

Use of Weapon of Mass Destruction,
Has raised the banner of Restitution,
Support is shown, both sides of Wall,
Over Syria, to either Stand or Fall.

The weapon used, killed many souls,
Some were claimed, some tossed in holes,
Strangers, to war-torn Syria land,
With no family there, to hold the hand.

They fight against all, even a brother,
When living at ease, they kill each other.
They kill, for their god, what can we say,
Except, 'I won't play, please go away.'

Then, if they won't, we must take a stand,
Reach out with force, with what's in our hand,
Our strength, and courage, should back them away,
So, all can live life, in their own special way.

God, knows His children, the others, disowns,
For choosing the Satan, becoming his clones,
Known as the 'Tare,' Jesus, soon burns the lot,
Then, rejoices in us, the one's that He bought.

He purchased our hand, with a price, He did pay,
On that 'Passover' day, the Pascal Lamb way,
He shed out His blood, and on Cross, that day,
Paying, Price of the Sin-Bride, Satan couldn't play.

Please, Repent, to His Favor, before 'It's too Late,'
Jesus snatches His Bride, and Grace 'closes the gate,'
Beyond that point, Faith, and Works, will apply,
To gain His acceptance, and be, an 'Apple of eye.'
AMEN

With bullets flying most everywhere,
Tanks, too, are flying, as weapons declare,
God's wonder, if there's love Down There,
It seems, none of mankind, with weapons, care.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54573/