Praise and Poetry II

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Position at His Table
By Arley Steinhour 091113

Jesus returned, from three days with the dead,
Before Day-One-Sun, came up, bright;
With five Barley loaves, Jesus has fed,
Five Thousand, to stay man's Hunger blight.

When the last Feast seat is taken,
With someone there, in that chair,
Then the hands of time, be broken,
No Repentance Grace found, anywhere.

Even then God leaves the Grace-Gate,
Cracked open, but, just a tad,
For Martyrs, of Tribulation Fate,
Who Rules with Jesus, Judge-Robe clad.

Being welcomed to God's Feast Table,
Is an honor, not all souls will enjoy,
Written in Truths, some thought be Fable,
'The separate 'Bride Parts,' of God's Only Boy.'

The Church, as Bride, be 'each,' yet, 'One,'
Betrothed, by 'Contract,' in 'Blood, application,'
Accepting Bride Price, we dine on the Son,
With bread and wine, as He builds a mighty Nation.

Until Son comes, to Snatch The Bride,
May we search for Bride-Parts, in Countryside,
Ironically, some parts, may try to Hide,
May witness be heard, and to heart applied.

We need be about, what Jesus said, 'do,'
'Spread His word, to all people, His offer,'
Worldly events prove that Prophecy is true,
May we be worthy, especially with the Scoffer.
AMEN

On pins and needles, a preview,
Of how Feast table may appear,
But, this gives but a simple view,
Awaiting Bride, God holds so Dear.
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A Day Without God
By Arley Steinhour 091313

Would I be alive,
Could I be free,
How would I survive,
Without Your Spirit in me.

A day that's unlighted,
Pitch Dark, it would be,
With beauty, blighted,
There's nothing to see.

A day without sound,
So still, it would be,
Where no wind is found,
No song from a tree.

I couldn't call out,
My voice wouldn't sing,
I'd, insane, run about,
Seeking bells that would ring.

Your Holy Glory,
That fills my heart,
If, gone for one Day,
Would tear me apart,

None of these pains,
Can enter my life,
You gave me the brains,
To become your Wife.

the Church, call it Christian,
You call to your side,
Together, Eternal Bastion,
When, on Cross, Thief cried:

'When you come to your Throne,
please, remember our heart,'
Not by Covenant, alone,
With Joyous heart, we're a Part.
AMEN

May we never forget,
Not even, One Day,
Eternal labor can't beget,
What God can just 'Say.'
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54820/

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Redemption Story
By Arley Steinhour 091513

Soon, the children, near and far
Amazed, will look up to the sky,
Having heard the call of Shofar,
And it's mournful, Last Trump, cry.

The call, of which, most won't hear,
If they be over, Western, age of twelve,
Childs last utterance, a cry, or cheer,
As God takes them home to Dwell.

Of 'Accountable,' close to fifteen percent,
Numbering, a Billion, may also disappear,
To reside in God's Heavenly Temple Tent,
Called New Jerusalem, with a mighty cheer.

Most children, won't believe their eyes,
Until a wise soul takes their hand,
Explains the truth, to calm their cries,
Then, lead them around the 'Promised Land.'

Their eyes will start to sparkle, bright,
Tears change to a grin of shear-delight,
No more a world, of hate and spite,
This, 'Unknown God,' does, Love Right.

This doesn't end the 'Redemption, Story,'
A Thousand years yet, to cultivate and glean,
Those 'left behind,' may Repent, and earn Glory,
Grace gone, Redemption is by menu, 'Lean.'

Jesus rules, with Law, in Iron Rod way,
With Justice, Supreme, His only Stay,
Satan, no longer on scene, to sway,
Book of Life, is Key, to Eternal Day.

Young, and Old, now, about the same age,
Spry, Happy, with skills, never known,
Each step, in Heaven, turns a new page,
All together, yet, as individual, alone,
With Jesus,
AMEN
Some, will see Him, most, won't espy,
When Rapture, soon, takes place,
With Jesus Ruling, He'll Judge man's Lie,
Before it's uttered, from the face.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54836/

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SUKKAH Days
By Arley Steinhour 091813

Your Sukkah should be airy,
With lots of sky to view,
As Joy abounds, don't tarry,
God dedicates this week, to you.

Seven day Sojourn, with God,
To watch for signs in sky,
Healing from Egypt's Rod,
When, as slaves, were about to die.

Two Hundred years of living free,
Till Pharaoh, remembered 'no more' Joseph,
With no sword to fight, or place to flee,
Taskmasters quickly made Israel bereft.

Two Hundred more years, under the Lash,
As the Pharaohs, used Israel as slaves,
God raised up Moses, for the Forty year Dash,
Forty days to escape, and Forty years in enclaves.

Moses had little time, to understand,
Attaining age of Eighty, at Exodus Start,
God didn't choose 'Forty,' out of hand,
Removal of Egypt from Israeli, the hard part.

While starting in the Wilderness, God Spoken,
He Gave Law and Oracles, to lead their being,
One to be living in Sukkah, to see sky token,
Story of Bible written there, for man's seeing.

This Feast Week is important to man,
It is followed through Millennial years,
With slight adjustment of reason at hand,
No longer Egypt, but Jesus' Saving cheers.

Fall Feasts of God, as yet, incomplete,
Awaiting Messiah, until He's Returned,
As Lord, and King, till Prophecy Replete,
When Good is Saved, and 'Else' is Burned
AMEN

One week a year, at Sukkoth time,
In the land of Israel,
Reeds and branches tie a Sukkah fine,
Joyful living, with Exodus Tale.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54881/

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True Absolution
By Arley Steinhour 091913

If Saint Malachi stated Prophecy right,
Pope Francis, is 'Mark Twain,' of Day and Night,
No more, will a True Pope ever Reign,
Without being closed, with a Blood Stain.

'To feed, the last of 'Catholic' Peoples,'
With Faithful withdrawn, from the steeples,
'Tribulation,' Night, quickly descends,
The time when no man has any friends.

Get Right, with Jesus, the Only Way,
To absolve your Sinful Life, today,
Absolution, through God, the King,
Is only seen in our own Wedding Ring.

Repent, this last hour, we're still here,
For a 'Full day's Pay,' that'll make you Cheer,
In the last Eternal, very long day,
As God's Family, at work and play.

AMEN

www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/one-hell-of-a-deal-pope-francis-offers-reduced-time-in-purgatory-for-catholics-that-follow-him-on-twitter-8713666.html
Note the last three numerals, at the h t m l,
If I didn't know better, I'd say I found Hell,
The number that scares everyone that I know,
Could this be the harbinger of the Show?
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54905/

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WAS IS CAN BE
By Arley Steinhour 092013

I used to wonder the actual why,
For me, you ever decided to die,
I wonder, now, with tear in my eye,
Why You didn't just pass me by.

I filled my life with 'good guy sin,'
Thinking that good guy would always win,
Until I found Sin, deeper within,
My mortal life, worthy of the trash bin.

I looked around, there you stood,
Hanging on that Cross of wood,
Without words, you said I could,
Hang Sin on Cross, as I should.

Repenting Sin, I hung them there,
You cleaned my life, with loving care,
Spirit filled my heart, some room to spare,
For Praise, and love, that I declare.

Before your Alter, I humbly declaim,
The rest of my life, free of shame,
Adopted into your Holy Name,
I share, somewhat, in your Fame.

To every reader, Shout your love,
For Jesus, God, in Heaven, above,
You can choose, without a shove,
His Love will fit you, like a glove.

You'll strut around, showing Him off,
You'll find that some, at you, will scoff,
Smile at their rudeness, hat to them doff,
They'll be the loser, in Eternity of drouth.

AMEN

Nineteen Hundred, and Forty Eight Years,
Jesus hung, before He dried all my tears,
At last, I gave Him, all of my fears,
Many in Family, raised voice with Cheers.
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MEMORIUM 2013/5773
By Arley Steinhour 092113

I remember some memories,
Some good, and many bad,
World War Two, and life, memories,
Most being, Bad-memory clad.

My life started sad, no jobs to be had,
Depression still strong in the air,
Depression becoming less than bad,
When swapped, for World War despair.

At my age, two months more than Three,
Pearl Harbor upset our after-church play,
Grandparents, sister, brother, and me,
Celebrate my brother's very first Birthday.

Cheers came to tears, the next four years,
When every person now had a new job,
War weapons causing little children's tears,
When, a mother could only sit, and sob.

War won by a weapon, with searing heat,
Zechariah Fourteen, verse Twelve describe;
Bright as the Sun, bringing instant defeat,
Good reason, for Peace on Earth, Diatribe.

Five years of Blossom, in Technical advance,
Starving desires, for new things, to be had,
Technology blooming, as Sales did a 'dance,'
Life looking 'Rosy,' with nothing seen as bad.

Peace, throughout the world, finally in place,
A time when we should be a cautious Nation,
'War,' Korea, Nam, and now, War's 'Sacred-Race,'
Toward Daniels last 'Seven' called Tribulation.

'Play-Book' in print, Thirty-five Hundred Years,
Prophesying today, and the troubles we share,
Insanity rules, as a Drunk, with too many beers,
With Hiroshima, and Nagasaki's, survival to compare.
AMEN

Prophecy, predicts the coming Tribulation,
To affect with horror, every Population,
Most all, of this final, insane, Generation,
Will choose the path of, Eternal Condemnation.
S A D
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54976/

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Midnight Attack
By Arley Steinhour 092213

Lying flat upon my back,
Sleeping like a proverbial log,
I've enjoyed a Midnight attack,
Much like cuddling a great big dog.

This one, not the first time,
Presence felt, four years or more,
I'd wake up like a bell did chime,
To a presence within bedroom door.

Carefully, I'd take a peek,
between eyelids pretending to snooze,
On occasion, a hint, stronger than tweak,
But, a movement, I'd quickly loose.

Pressures, on my bedding,
Prodding, as if by a hand,
Then, from feet, upward heading,
Energy scan, much like passing fan.

Each time, the scan is on body parts,
But seldom on any part of the head,
If I move then the scan restarts,
At a point, unmoved in the bed.

Once, in concern, to Jesus I cried,
Pressure, when song of death was sung,
Down, into mattress, great pressure applied,
Stopped my breathing, and use of lung.

Mostly though, it isn't a pain,
Curiosity, playing the 'what now' game,
the Scan more like soft stinging rain,
Reversing who controls, I'm without shame.

I'll wait, until my hand is scanned,
While I act as if still asleep,
Move it a span, elsewhere to land,
Then lay there like an 'innocent sheep.'

Last night, to their anger, I thumbed my nose,
As the scan started off, at my feet,
When scan reached ankle, I'd wiggle my toes,
Back they went, until 'anger' replete.

I don't believe, they understand confusion,
As they quickly moved up to my waist,
Radiation still on, I was given infusion,
Of energetic sparkle, somewhat misplaced.

They tried to fool my sleepy mind,
Reversing the flow of the sweep,
From waist, started down, only to find,
Hips doing Hula, the scanner goes, 'Bleep.'

I sensed, an elder, remove the technician,
And shut down the scan, as 'damage control,'
I lay there full of energy, without completion,
And found myself being treated as a Troll.

'Hands Off' would read a little red sign,
If they have anything like that,
They have the power to crush my spine,
But, God, won't allow harming my fat.

About Three Thirty, they came sneaking back,
To retrieve the power they'd left behind,
I guess they need it to keep them on track,
I felt no malevolence, so I didn't mind.

Through this whole episode,
I kept God on my tongue,
Especially when I thought they'd explode,
Realizing, fighting heart is still young.

Don't go up, against powers that be,
Without God's praises, your shield and buckle,
With Jesus in heart, no enemy can be free,
Not sure, but perhaps, I heard God chuckle.

AMEN

Sorry for the length of this,
It need be long, or left unsaid,
God blesses me with poetic kiss,
In Jesus' name, be His, or, 'unread.'

Your choice, REPENT, please.

The Perfect Dreamland:
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54984/

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A Thousand and Seven
By Arley Steinhour 092313

We are at the doorstep of Tribulation,
Where Martyrs, by the Millions, are made,
Generated from every worldly Nation,
According to Plans God has staid.

Today, they're mostly in lands far away,
Western Nations, in relative safety,
They, the Martyrs, will be Judges, one-day,
With Messiah, King of King's, directly.

When we 'die,' in His Name,
'Die,' is not used correctly,
We 'Graduate,' into His Fame,
Royal Family, Circumspectly.

The Dragon will Roar, one Sabbath week,
Through the Indwelt Beast, his proxy,
Coming onto the scene, as mild and meek,
With his, 'Tickle your Ear,' Orthodoxy.

Treaties are made, to save mankind,
From All, starvation, and war filled air,
Seven years, the Test of Truth to bind,
With Peace on Earth beyond compare.

But, woe is man, at half-way point,
As Beast and Dragon, change the pace,
Beast, dead, then resurrected, alive,
False Prophet's 'Beast religion,' embraced.

Great Tribulation, Three point Five years,
Hell on Earth, Pestilence, and War, kills more,
No day goes by, without life-lost tears,
Until God's Wrath, removes 'Sin's Core.'

Beast and Prophet, cast into the Lake,
Made for Angels, with Sulfur, and Flame,
Into the Chasm, Satan's chained to a stake,
A Thousand year, Peace, then, End of Game.

After the Thousand, of Glory filled Years,
Satan paroled, for short season released,
To cause man the last of 'War's Tears,'
God speaks, Satan in Lake, with the Beast.

Soon then, the Dawn of Eternal Day,
Just after Great White Throne Judging,
Salvation hinges on Work and play,
In Justice, with no begrudging.

AMEN

Plant a Redwood seed, for Millennium lift,
Tend, and grow it a Thousand years,
Present, to God, as Eternal Gift,
On Day Eight, to see His Tears,
Of JOY
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54999/

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Taps for Day Six
By Arley Steinhour 092413

Who will there be left, to Evangelize,
As we stand around in Cultural Surprise,
If any, there's only one 'Waiting Line,'
At His Throne, where a 'line,' is just fine.

Together, and Separately, we Pray,
Without words, what could we say,
No words are needed, to fill the air,
Our hearts and eyes, show our care.

Lightning flashes, of Love so Bright,
Would 'still' the darkness, if there was night,
By God's Love returned, to one, to all,
For the simple fact, we answered His Call.

If, ever, God could have a thought of doubt,
That souls, made sinful, would Love and Shout,
Forgoing the pleasures of Mortal Sin,
For the promise of Love from Him.

'Taps' plays, on Day Six, as Holy-Spirit-Grace, ends,
Final purging of man, Seventh Day, now descends,
One Thousand Years, without, Satanic Sin,
The same, with God, as He Rules 'Graced' Kin.

With Perfect guidance, and temptation gone,
There still will be fools, who 'won't' belong,
They'll turn away, from God, and friend,
And, 'Side' with Satan, to meet their end.

Before the One, we think Lord Jesus,
Perfect, at last, we, even will, 'Please Us,'
He goes behind Throne, for the FATHER,
He comes out alone, calling us 'Gather.'

At that moment of Wisdom Sublime,
We recognize, we'd committed a Crime,
Father is The Son, His Deceit worked Fine,
Deception of us, proved Satan's Decline.

That's when we see God's Tabernacle come down,
Beautifully bedecked, as Bride's Giant Crown,
'New Jerusalem,' the name, that Crowns the Bride,
We all have a part, of what's Found Inside;

_Habeh'iah_, Shalom, _Ve'Shamayim-Batah_.
(God's Love), (Peace), (and Heavenly-Security).

AMEN

Most will see the Curtain's Close,
All, will Smile, or, Cry a Tear,
The Smiler knows, we can't Lose,
The Crier will know, You were here.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55019/

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Red Line Crossed
By Arley Steinhour 092513

As part of the 'Great Insanity,'
When a 'Red Line,' has been crossed,
It falls to Peace loving humanity,
For Removal, and bearing the cost.

The weapons developed by Enemy,
Has been used to kill their people,
'Destroy them,' we say, 'or pay the fee,'
By the Nations, of the Steeple.

Their Ally, also on 'Adversary list,'
Says, 'No, we'll control the lot,
'It' will all be safe within our fist,
Or War just might get ""HOT."" '

With an offer, like that, who can deny,
Claim of Big, Bad, Cold-War Foe,
With a shudder, our leaders say, 'We'll comply,
We'll Stand - Down, all our "G. I. Joe.'

We took a stand, in that Syrian land,
To assure, 'Mass-destruction,' used no more,
But when they offered the 'Healing-band,'
They demand 'Cash-cow' switch, quite sore.

Destruction of weapons, no longer a 'salad day,'
Those demanding removal must pay,
Billions, the price, to keep weapons, in valid sway,
Plus, we must, forever, keep our troops, away.

Until, final decision comes to the lip,
Our Leaders will balance 'need and feed,'
No matter the choice, cost could sink a ship,
And, for sure, many people will bleed.

Ponder, and Pray, to Jesus, our God,
"Do we understand Your Exclamation,
So our choice don't invite the 'Iron-Rod,'
As, we approach 'Time of Tribulation'?"

AMEN

For Seven years, people die,
As Beast take's Harlot for a ride,
With Ten Horns, Seven Heads, that lie,
Like their subjugation to her, they'd belied.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55034/

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Mantle of Duty
By Arley Steinhour 092613
Inspired by article: cowboybyte.com/24806/awful-school-expels-kids-who-played-with-airsoft-gun-on-private-property/
When I was a child, and kind of wild,
We used to pack our six-guns to school,
They shot only 'caps,' kind of mild,
As we learned to think of them as a tool.

As a tool, guns defend the laws of the land,
Every man is expected to be able,
To shoot, if they must, not vigilante band,
Too much honor, than to shoot under a table.

There were some rules, even for a cap-gun,
No spurious caps, fired in the building,
Hang guns, on coat-hook, until teaching is done,
Then, go outside, and shoot up a wing-ding.

Growing up with a gun, knowing one end from another,
Some would say, might have ruined my life,
Like some, I lived it, defending sisters and brothers,
From those who would kill, maim, or cause strife.

Too many years, on a stage called 'the World,'
Cap-gun totters, performed to keep mankind free,
We did such a good job, we bred a liberal hoard,
Desirous of enslaving, all alive, you and me.

Once more, 'Mantle of Duty,' abundantly clear,
Somewhere in the young, a Patriotic spark still stirs,
Taking back what we lost, through our Social fear,
By the 'we,' who thought 'Freedom,' blood bought, endures.

So, take it to the nearest election,
Democratically Elect, your way of life,
If the powers reject your selection,
It's back to 'popping caps,' in strife.
AMEN
Hi Ho Silver, we thought we'd saved the day,
Now it seems, more Power grabbers want to play,
So, we strap on our brace of cap guns, step into the street,
Put to rest the bad guys, as years ago, like yesterday.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55098/

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Standing Before GOD
By Arley Steinhour 092613

We'll come before your Alter,
Hearts beating in our hands,
Close together so as not to falter,
The last receiving wedding bands.

We, reborn, will know our place,
At your feet, in grateful supplication,
Knowing we would have lost the race,
And be Worthy of Condemnation.

Absolved of guilt, through your Grace,
Justified Sinless, and free are we,
By 'Faith' in You, God of Human Race,
From Restraint of Law, we forever be.

Disciples, in your Holy Name,
Focused on hearts, outside your love,
Sewing seed to cultivate your fame,
So they know you're God, Above.

Three more years, to the fortieth Jubilee,
Since Tabernacle began, with man, so mortal,
Until, Anno Domini, Thirty Three,
When you returned, to Heaven's Portal.

Now, we wait, so anxiously,
Your Bride, the Church, we be,
You sound the trumpet, brazenly,
Snatching to Feast, 'Suspiciously.'
Soon.
AMEN
After Seal Six is opened wide,
Standing before God, is the Bride,
Numbers beyond man's counting espied,
Blessed by God, Pure Blessing Applied.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55121/

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Street Crossing Rooster
By Arley Steinhour 092713

If, right here, in my rolling chair,
When snatched, higher than a Redwood tree,
Including, my fat, and much gray hair,
I will leave behind, almost half of me.

Glasses will fall, from off my face,
My hearing won't need the plugs,
Tooth fillings, too, will lose their place,
Heart Stents fall like Netted slugs.

My clothing and dross, it may contain,
Will settle to chair seat, and sag,
Tears of Joy, on all this will rain,
Finder needs scoop and plastic bag.

I sit here, spanning three hundred pound,
Feeling as if born a street crossing Rooster,
Smarter than most, I'll look around,
I'm a chicken, with rocket booster.

I'll zip past clouds, do a roll or two,
Like I once did, as a very young child,
When so many times, I flew the Blue,
With imagination, all night, running wild.

I'd sail above the cattle stampedes,
And the world, that wanted to fight,
I could fly, but not the centipedes,
They had legs that walked all night.

The mortal things, of earth, I'll leave,
That can, No longer belong to me,
Bequeathed to family, who can't bereave,
Knowing in heart, Jesus has set me free.

You, too, can come and fly, with me,
If you've repented, and been Reborn,
If you won't or don't, you can't be free,
To fly, from World, quite sorely Torn.

AMEN

One, or more, will soon take flight,
Be it light of day, or dark of night,
'Repented, Reborn,' have done it right,
The Grace of God, Salvation's Plight.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55139/

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Mobile Tabernacle
By Arley Steinhour 092813

The Tabernacle, eight days, sits in place,
Where God will rest this week,
In McCook, Nebraska, serving, Human Race,
Those, Reborn, Weak, and Meek.

This Tabernacle, a mobile replica,
Of the one, God told Moses, to 'Make,'
It travels around our America,
To show the Christian's Root and Stake.

The Holy of Holy's, Living-room of God,
Where the Arc of the Covenant, was placed,
Commandments, Manna, and Aaron's Rod,
Placed inside Arc, so they'd never 'waste.'

Today, all Christians, have the Key,
Those items are now in our heart,
Justified, from the Law, we are now free,
To Disciple, and do, the 'Witness' part.

The Curtain, torn, Top to Bottom twain,
When Jesus died to save you and me,
His Blood and Water, a cleansing rain,
In Him, Sin dies, and 'Reborn,' is free.

No need for a Curtain, of separation,
We have direct calling, before God,
Our prayers to Him, worthy expression,
Of our progress, on His Path, well shod.

Some feel that the Jew, has nothing to do,
With the Christian, and all we have done,
Some say, 'God, no more blesses the Jew,
That all those blessing, we've now won.'

Soon, Jesus returns, and don't want to see,
His Church/Bride, making that error,
God, is the root; Jesus, branch; so that we:
As part with the Jew, have Eternity together.

AMEN
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55143/

Whenever the Tabernacle's in town,
Or close enough for an easy drive,
Everyone needs to tour the ground,
Learn the story, of why man's alive.
Contact: bit.ly/1dNPpxX

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GODs SALVATION
By Arley Steinhour 092913

Jesus, is 'God's Salvation,'
We are less, than any God-dross,
Of us, He makes His Mighty Nation,
From, what would be, His 'trash-loss.'

We must reshape our thinking,
Change our way, of 'how to do,'
The evil that we are making,
Can still be 'Family,' quite True.

What Act can any man ever do,
To know where, with God, we are,
Look to Jesus, the 'God/Man/Jew,'
As God's, only, 'Salvation Star.'

We can't obtain it, by our 'works,'
Nor, purchase, as if with 'Gold,'
Gifted Free, with 'Blessing-Perks,'
Through 'Bondage,' Freedom, Bold.

To be a part, of God's Pure Arc,
By His Grace, through His Only One,
Sidle not, with lust, or shedding of Bark,
Turn your Faith, through Jesus, the Son.

AMEN


With open arms, He's always there,
To see us through all mortal wear,
In times of strife, He takes great share,
To strengthen, and show us, His Care.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55150/

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Raising the Spirit
By Arley Steinhour 093013

Raising the Spirit, up to the sky,
Search, and, wonder where you are,
Intently seeking, you to espy,
If you be, very near, or, still afar.

The Times, are getting dreary,
The threat of war, on every lip,
You Prophesied, quite clearly,
Many, fall away, abandoning ship.

With Faith, that flits, like a Butterfly,
Leaving substance of Escargot Snail,
Like speeding bullet, they're passing by,
Escaping Church, as if from Jail.

They've Faith enough to fear your wrath,
But not enough, to stay under your wing,
Sin don't come clean, by taking a bath,
Their hearts are open to what Sin will bring.

As you stated, many will take the chance,
To keep mortal body from pain, and harm,
Forgetting that we can only enhance,
Your Harvest, with 'good fruit,' charm.

May we awaken, before call of the Shofar,
May our lamps be full of oil, wicks trim,
May our Joy be heightened, to see you afar,
May the Wedding Feast soon begin.

AMEN

To run outside in a storm,
Has little constructive form,
Falling away from Church to hide,
Might affect your place, in the Bride.

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IN THE BEGINNING
By Arley Steinhour 100113

We have a God, that's Awesome,
We have a God, that's Great,
He can do everything, except, 'One,'
In, no way, can He ever be 'Late.'

'In the Beginning,' there was no clock,
No Calendar, on which to write,
Since there was nothing that went 'Tick, Tock,'
God's timing was and is, always Right.

How long, took God, to build the Universe,
How much material went into that act,
No one will know, nor say, in Bible Verse,
God wasn't counting, and that is a fact.

From nothing, created He, all that be,
From the Stars, to smallest rock in the sky,
For a 'First of Creation, perfection, we see,
The expanse, of which, we cannot yet fly.

God did the things that pleasured Him,
Around the Stars, placed planets, with Joy,
When He was done, only one Solar System,
Filled God's desire, for raising, His only Boy.

The covering, of water, God placed in Abyss,
Forming Oceans, Lakes, Rivers, and Land,
Of Clay and spit, formed man, to kiss,
With Breath of Life, Holy Ghost, in His Hand.

In the name of caution, placed He, 'Demise ending,'
To alter the timing, as only God could adjust,
Naught, could be formed, with God's 'Understanding,'
Beautiful Lucifer's attitude, made caution a must.

A Thousand Years, would be 'Heavenly day,'
And a Day, Millennium, of 'Earthly years,'
As Time was Coded, no one could play,
Against God's authority, nor bring HIM to Tears.

We now know how History went,
Satan attempted to steal God's Show,
The END, of that Act, has yet to Vent,
But, we do know, Satan will be Below.

To be called 'Justified,' and seen without 'Sin,'
Ever-More, without counting of Time,
Faith, in Jesus the Son, in Heart, deep within,
Salvation, in place, now, start to 'Climb.'

AMEN

Life and danger, colors and shape, of the hill,
The narrow path, the crown, leading Home,
The colors, choice-seasons, to stir, or still,
Or, by gravity, and/or choice, you roam.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55190/
Many, are Beckoned, Few willing, the Climb.

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Jesus Boyhood Teacher
By Arley Steinhour 100213

Jesus grew up like most any boy,
In the town of Galilee,
His abilities not fully known,
Until Bar Mitzvah age, set him free,

Son of God, not pushed upon him,
He grew, much as would any boy,
Paddled in puddle, when it rained
Used mud and sticks to make a toy.

Using mud he shaped a sparrow,
Or whatever else, that day it be,
Until it crumbled back to earth,
A wondrous thing, or bird it be.

Jesus grew, and expressed his Call,
Slowly sharing, Who he truly be,
By age of twelve, he shared with all,
Son of man, to the World, and 'Olive tree.'

God's word, he heard, from TORAH
At Synagogue and Holy Temple, the Mystery,
God taught his mind, and filled his heart
Through Eternity, has Royal part to Play.

Men of Family, according to law,
Went to Jerusalem and the Temple,
To celebrate the Feasts of God,
To be and set, a good example.

Many would make 'Feast' a Family affair,
when finished, they headed for home,
Jesus wasn't where they thought he be,
At evening camp, found themselves Jesus free,

Jesus wasn't with them, nor about the camp,
In panic, Joseph and Mary turned about,
Back to Jerusalem, to find their son,
Three days they searched, to no account.

They finally went up to the Temple,
for counsel, but, what their eyes saw,
There, on the steps, Jesus lectured,
The Priests, on TORAH, with Priestly fount.

Priest's marveled at his knowledge,
And his ability to 'Peer-discuss,'
No child that young, that they knew of,
Had ever caused that much Priestly fuss.

Not one Priest had ever seen, a child,
Who could leave a priest, Impeached,
How he errored, and misunderstood,
Or where, Spiritually, he had overreached.

Mary and Joseph came to the door
Relieved that they had found Jesus,
Finishing his intercourse, turned attention,
To hear their worried expoundation.

Dear son, what have you done,
You scared us half to death
Three days, we couldn't find you
We thought you'd lost your breath.

Everyone dying, in those days,
Turned off, their mortal cares,
Went to sleep, with their fathers,
Until resurrection, was finally there.

Jesus, smiled at his parents, and asked them,
'Where else could you possibly find me,
But, doing the work of my father,'
Prophesying, 'The world soon be Spiritually free.'

Joseph and Mary stood corrected,
Knowing, not, quite what to say,
'Please dear son,' they interjected,
'Don't scare us as you did today.'

Jesus promise he'd not wander away,
He'd let them know where he was going,
As he then grew into 'Accountable,' Manhood,
Focused on why he was sent, 'Bride Price, to Pay.'

Not much more is known of him,
About his life and trials unto 'Teacher,'
except, through Extra-Biblical, and tradition,
until 'about' Thirty, the age he could teach.

That story's told well, in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
So, I close my story, knowing, Jesus lives eternally on,
Two Thousand years, at least, thereupon ,
Thirty, plus, years gracing mankind, with his presence.

Emanuel, Bible says, call him,
Salvation is his presence, and word,
He died, on a cross, to pay the Bride Price,
to close the story, by Believing in Him.

So, if you haven't thanked him,
Then, in your heart, invite him in,
If you haven't, your guilt stands without glory,
You be hell bent, to continue, in Sin,

AMEN

Turn your heart over to Jesus
Receive His Gift, of Salvation Love,
Holy Spirit will live, and clean, from within,
Jesus paid 'Bride-price,' Insuring your place, above.
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Happy Birthday Son Joseph 2013
Baruch Atah, Joseph, Ben Arley, HaAwkhe,
On this, your Forty Sixth Anniversary of Birth,
With me, the lucky Parent, AMEN

So, here it is another Ten-Three Birthday,
When everyone thinks you should play,
But, wouldn't you rather just get away,
Instead of looking for another hair that's Gray??

Trust these ancient fingers, mine,
The line of gray hairs show just fine,
Pointing to a sequential time line,
As, Grandkids and your Gray hairs entwine.

To speak of each, you address the Two,
Keep your focus on Grandkids, less strain on you,
Grandkids show up, kind of 'out of the blue,'
But they go home, with 'better things to do.'

By now, you're too tired to run out and play,
But wait, you now have another year to say,
'I think I'll neglect the Gray for another day,
Then, go to the store, for what gets rid of Gray.

There, doesn't that feel better??
Happy Birthday, Son, now that you feel better,
I'd better stop, or you'll be better than better,
And madder than hell, at the increase in Gray,
O-Kay, I'm done, go Play. Hey, Hey.

Many more, Dear, Son, creator of some of mine (Gray that is).

Love, Dad

Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/55224/