Praise and Poetry II

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Confronting Self
By Arley Steinhour 101512

As I sit here, in my office chair,
Watching news on my P C,
Bad enough to pull the hair,
Bad news, is always free.

My heart cries out for people,
Throughout the world, that's died,
Who pray beneath a steeple,
Condemned by witnesses that lied.

Witnesses, that play a game,
With the Christian, without defense,
Perhaps they mentioned a man's name,
And judgment of death, their recompense.

A young girl who sinned, by talking back,
To a young man in conversation,
Her head the target of bullet track,
May not live, over verbal confrontation.

Our Western thought, and intellect,
Foundationed on 'Rock of Love,'
Can't comprehend Hatred circumspect,
Without guidance from above.

Those people raised on combat, and hate,
Understand, they do good for their god,
Upon demise, find out their sad fate,
Only Love, can spare one from the Rod.

What makes this grown man, want to cry,
To see the path so many will choose,
While, God's Holy Word, beseeches, 'Don't die,'
Through Repentance, there's no way to lose.

If you care at all, to not make me cry,
Lift up your arms, and to Jesus, cry,
Once Saved, you will make Satan cry,
Belonging to Jesus, In Heaven, can't cry;
Nor Die.
AMEN

Dark of night, or light of day,
The cowards send deadly present,
A deadly game they want to play,
Yet, they cry, when we aren't pleasant.
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Very Worth Viewing.
By Arley Steinhour 101612

If I'd been taught to hand-paint like this,
I might have become an artist;
An artist, full of Faith in God,
In thanks for what I cost.

He purchased me, hanging on that Tree,
He paid my bloody price,
Ever more, He set me free,
In Purity, without device.

His Love for me, plus you and you,
Paid one time, for all.
Raise your eyes, the Cross to see,
Before, His Tribulation CALL.

AMEN

(Note the artists hands, at the end)
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We all know image, of what the Cross be,
In static photo book,
While watching colored flossy,
In heart, God may place His 'Hook.'
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Winners One and All
By Arley Steinhour 101712

I guesstimate your Love for me,
Best, as mortality let's me do,
Still the depth, I cannot see,
When everything is showing you.

I see you in grass and flowers,
singing softly to my eyes,
I see you in the man-made towers,
Windows shining in morning skies.

I see you in the tops of trees,
As the wind hums through the branches,
I see you when I'm on my knees,
Or, at sea, riding waves, like trenches.

Every cloud reminds my heart,
Of the softness of your way,
A 'Cat-Scan' shows my every part,
From Birth, to turning Gray.

The world, I've traveled, seeking,
Where you end, and you begin,
It seems you catch me peeking,
It's a game, I can't seem to win.

I praise, and pray, most every day,
I search, both high and low,
All I see, calls: 'I'm part of the Way,
Won't you stop, and enjoy the show?'

At last, I think I've seen the light,
Understanding is not my call,
I witness with heart-flame burning bright,
So, 'Unsaved,' before you, to knees fall.

I am, in you; a witness,
Holy Spirit's beck-and-call,
When they let Him do his business,
We are 'Winners,' One and All.

AMEN

Earthly colors show a splendor,
With a beauty, soft and tender,
Are toned down, from Heaven's peak,
So, Best yet to Come, we Seek.
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Happenstance of Coincidence
By Arley Steinhour 101912

The Happenstance of Coincidence,
With Disaster potential, Incidence.
(now, there is a mouthful of Ponderization),
More than Adam had, after Creation.

We went to sea, in Two Thousand and Eight,
Upon the 'Change' Ship, U S A,
Renamed that, from ‘Titanic’s Date,’
Financial shuffle-board, we’d played.

We wouldn’t play, or even stay,
Aboard a ship that’s doomed to sink,
'Enlightened,' we thought we had to pray,
'Messiah, save us from disaster Brink.'


Now, read below, the basket of woe,
Happenstance, took us for a ride,
Four years, of spending, has dug a hole,
So big, there’s no place our debt can hide.

Don’t cry, just pray, to save the day,
Election’s coming November, Six,
To, maybe, send this nightmare away,
As we begin to ‘Pick-up-Sticks.’

There’s so much to Ponder, and chew on,
Sit down, with a warm cup of tea,
This isn’t ‘Monte Python,’
This involves both, you-all and me:
AMEN

Unsinkable, that's what they said,
This Ship of State, U S A
Soon the ashes, adorn a flower bed,
If we don't rise up, but, REPLAY!

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Dear Friends and Family,

Happy Words Happy Day
By Arley Steinhour 101912

With all the blessings, received today,
My heart has something it wants to say,
This isn't really my success story,
To Jesus, I give all the glory.

He tucks me in, and wakes me up,
He even reminds me when to sup,
He teaches me what I need know,
And guides my every word flow.

Today's the day I put away,
Another year that I've lived,
From what you say, I say this,
I'd love to give you all a kiss.

Instead of making you withdraw,
Or, maybe even call the Law,
I'll do, I guess, what I do best,
Poeticize, and you know the rest:

Thank you, One, thank you, All,
This whole day, I've heard your call,
Praise, and wishes, blessings of cheer,
Will carry me well, for another year.

Awesome is, each day, for me,
Be it at my PC, or on my knee,
There cannot, ever, seem to be,
A day, that Jesus can't fix, for free.

I'm glad you like the Praise, I share,
So many friends, most everywhere,
This blessing that God gave to me,
Don't cost a dime, so I share it free.

I type on keyboard, best I can,
As a Poet, I'm an also ran,
But, as I type, He whispers clear,
Nifty Rhyme words, in my ear.

Sometimes, I need the Webster book,
Or Bible to know how the word will look,
It always seems to fill the thought,
Perfectly, the mood is caught.

My life is fun, I have no tear,
I'm way too old, to have a fear,
Today I start a brand new year,
Your blessings, all, refuel my cheer.

Thank you folks, one and all,
For giving me a Birthday call,
There isn't many ways to fall,
You made me feel, ten feet tall.

AMEN

Ten feet tall, only in my heart,
To be this tall, I would fall apart,
Long distance call, to tie my shoe,
Who would I have to look up to?
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DEAR STACY
By Arley Steinhour 102112

Dear Stacy, Don't be disappointed,
Walking from, man-made 'anointed,'
You made a bad choice, in O-eight,
But you woke up, before too late.

The youth of this last Generation,
Don't know their words are an Abomination,
When all is done, and Judgment reins,
Their nastiness turns to Torment pains.

Stand tall, and proud, in this path you chose,
Of the choices, Mitt's not a Bomb-fuse,
In the books, where God records our history,
Your book of life name, won't be a mystery.

Welcome back to 'Sanity.' A M E N

No matter, what the error,
No matter, the wrong choice,
The matter, you're His forever,
In His Grace, Repent, Rejoice.

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Dear Jesus,
May I
Sway People,
To
Sway People,
To
You.
AMEN

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Life Storm at Sea
By Arley Steinhour 102312

Life, on earth, can easily be,
Like ship adrift, on stormy sea,
No control, no one to save,
Not much left, but to be brave.

Waves come crashing over the bow,
Ship stays afloat, you wonder how,
Moaning, Groaning, from heart. deep inside,
From Storms of life, not one can hide.

Thoughts of doom, scream in the brain,
'I only asked for some soothing rain,'
Friends had told you, "watch the sky,
Don't break the rules, or ever lie."

Your 'Ship of Life' flooding, by the sea,
Your pending doom, is all you see,
Life's Sea is showing greater Rage,
Your mortal life, is reading it's last page.

A small, still, voice, within your head,
Simply say's: "The last page isn't read,
There's room enough to find Salvation,
Not, from people, or even a Nation."

"Lift your eyes, turn your heart to me,
I paid your price, on 'Hill, Calvary,'
Repent your Sin, and join with Me,
Through my Grace, I'll Set you Free."

With waning strength, you lift your eyes,
Surrendering all, as you watch the skies,
Clouds roll back, crisp Sun does shine,
The small, still, voice, commands: "You're Mine."

The storms don't "Poof," just go away,
Learn from them, when they turn Gray,
The time of years that you have left,
Leave life 'Shining,' instead of Bereft.

Six Thousand years, God's been calling 'man,'
"Repent, your sin, Rejoin my Royal Clan,"
Our sinful life keeps the Satan alive,
His lying ways, makes man Satanic endive,

Wait not the storm, ending mortality,
Repent, while it's clear, better to see,
Be not Hell-bent, on this Mortal-sea,
So, at life's-end, You're Eternally Free.

AMEN
Be-Free, With Me

His hand on your shoulder,
His eye on the storm,
His strength makes you bolder,
His Love keeps you Warm;
Stay His Course.
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Gentle Persuasion
By Arley Steinhour 102412

I had a dream, again today,
All of Hatred, went far away,
Joyous love, in every heart,
Those in God, play vital part.

We care for one, we care for all,
We care for big, we care for small,
The air is full of song, and joy,
From every girl, and every boy.

All, Heaven-sent, from above,
Filling every heart with Love,
No more a storm cloud in the sky,
No more a person tell a lie.

Healthy, Happy, one and all,
Almost forgetting, Adam's fall,
Blessed by Sacrificial Grace,
In Repentance, we all win race.

Perfect, on earth, is soon to be,
All can work, and charge no fee,
To anyone who has a need,
Give to them, and call it feed.

I feed you, and you feed me,
Laziness, a shame to see,
Never one, with unfilled need,
Never one, with selfish greed.

Salvation, promised every soul,
Free, the Gift, that is His goal,
Soon, will come the Kingdom age,
With 'Brother Love,' on every page.

Very soon, God comes to Reign,
Creator of all, Remover of Pain,
Blessing all, who takes His name,
Those Rejecting, will live in shame.

We may say Nay, we may say Yea,
God may say go, God may say Stay,
The choice is our Eternal Choice,
A Choice, forever, in heart, and voice.

Consider this, there's not much time,
Besides, I'm running out of rhyme,
Pray, and Ponder, give clear voice,
Soft, or Loud, God knows your choice.

AMEN

Invite Him in, or turn away,
The time is short for choosing,
What He offers, will make your day,
There's a penalty for refusing.
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HOSANNA
By Arley Steinhour 102512

Hallelujah, Father God,
Blessed be your Holy Name,
Sending, in lieu of Iron Rod,
Hosanna, Jesus, to us came.

You gave Messiah, to be a man,
Blessed His coming, in your NAME,
To put in place, Redemption plan,
To keep us from Eternal Flame.

Three years, six months, taught Jesus,
Overcoming, Laws twisted by man,
Until it was time to redeem us,
Accept your Gift, Salvation, your Plan.

Condemnation, and death on the Cross,
In your Feasts, everyone knew their parts,
Even Gentile, unknowing who's Boss,
Played to Prophecy, redeeming our hearts.

Two Thousand years, we've corrupted,
Your Teachings, and Your Word,
Until, at last, we be interrupted,
A Shofar blast, for most unheard.

The writing then, be on the wall,
Church and Children gone, on Rapture trip,
Tribulation soon hears Satan's call,
To accept his ungodly leadership.

Those Seven years, of Hell on Earth,
They, Left Behind, endure Tribulation,
Many refuse their Heavenly berth,
Israel, and many become a New Nation.

I pray that you, who read this vent,
Are already a Sister, or Brother,
If not, please on knees, Repent,
Be Saved by Jesus, there is none-other.

AMEN


We dance, and Praise your Glory,
Awaiting you, to call each name,
In you, Bride, both young or hoary,
Are full of youth, no tears, no pain.
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Good Morning God 102812
By Arley Steinhour

I start a day of Praise and Ponder,
With my 'Wake-up, prayer, to you,
The dreams I've had about 'over yonder,'
I ask your guidance, ever-true.

Worldwide events, Travailish grows,
Events, and strength much worse,
Israel's neighbors, with hardened nose,
The Jews destruction, does rehearse.

My aging bodies, morning pain,
Cannot compare to what's to come,
When death befalls man, like rain,
Seven years, those remaining, only, 'some.'

When, all is near extinction,
With, nothing man can do,
Jew and Gentile, with distinction,
Finally, turn their hearts, to you.

Messiah, finally, receives His Glory,
For 'Redemption Price,' He Paid,
Upon that Cross, Salvation's story,
The price of Sin, forever Stayed.

I weep, for those souls, 'Left-Behind,'
Who would not accept your offer,
Your Gift, Redemption, to the 'blind,'
In rebellion, continued as a 'scoffer.'

Only, when they realize, you be,
The Savior, foretold, in Prophecy,
Will they cry, on high, and see,
You Return, to Save and Rule, Eternally.

Then, Peace, on Earth, and in Heaven;
Death, Rebels, and Hell, in Flaming Sea,
Forever free, of Sinful Leaven,
Perfect JOY, for you and me.

AMEN

Much like Job, when under attack,
Satan can't cause a soul to doubt,
Only you, can give God's Love back,
Without Jesus, Salvation has no clout.
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Trick or TREAT
By Arley Steinhour 103112

A little child came to the door,
I'd say three, or maybe four,
Stood back a bit, I am six feet,
Worked up the nerve to say Trick or Treat.

I placed a scowl upon my face,
Child acted like he's in wrong place,
His smile did fade, a child's best tool,
If I were guilty, I'd feel like a fool.

Do you love Jesus, I asked, sincere,
He looked at me, like I'd pulled his ear,
The smile came back, when he said yes,
No longer need I second guess.

The worried look, left mother's eye,
Almost as if she thought she'd cry,
I lifted up, and looked into the bowl,
It was a empty, metal hole.

'I'm sorry, son,' I had to say,
'I have no candy, to give away,
That is why I questioned you,
So you'll know, Jesus loves you, too.'

I have no fancy gift to give,
Jesus has, He will help you live,
I saw hunger in both their eyes,
Twas time for me to enterprise.

I had a Twenty, tucked away,
Saved for someone's rainy-day,
To the Mom, I handed the bill,
Her hand shook, as if with a chill.

Starting to speak, I stopped her there,
I asked the boy, if, with Mom He'd share,
His eyes lit up, as seen only in a child,
Turned to his Mommy, nodded and smiled.

The Mom, spoke to me, with trembling lip,
Her eyes grew big, as if she'd won a trip,
I raised my hand, waved them on their way,
She then knew, her son had made my day.


That wasn't much money, to help the mood,
Leaving, she said, 'we can buy some food,'
I know, my gift wasn't a fancy toy,
But that Mom's look said, I was 'God's Boy.'

AMEN

The Lord is always watching,
Morning, Noon, or Night
He sees us when we're blessing,
Even when we're in a fight.
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TRAVAIL BAIL
By Arley Steinhour 110112

What can we do ... what can we say,
When signs of the time gets us down, today,
Is there an answer, or even the will,
Are we ready to fight, to regain, God's Hill?

We all want our leaders, to answer our call,
While we go out drinking, and having a ball,
Most don't have money, card credit we'll use,
To keep up our spending, until credit we lose.

There is an answer for these painful times,
With events, like Travail, invading our climes,
Walk up to a friend, or a stranger or two,
With words of Love, Witness Jesus, so True:

Raise your arms, and open wide,
Show the World, you will not hide,
We represent, Land of the FREE,
We have RIGHTS, both you and me.

Praise, to God, at drop of hat,
Carry Bible, and a baseball bat,
We might get bruised, or even dead,
We have, with Jesus, Eternal Stead.

So, put a smile upon your face,
Let nonbelievers see you race,
All the love, that fills your heart,
Many, many, will want a Part.

Travail of Tribulation near,
Stand real close, so all can hear,
This is the Last of Gentile Sway,
Jesus knows the hour, and day.

Now you know, Make Love Show.
..... And, Away, we GO .....
AMEN


Trouble comes without invitations,
At end of Time, upon all Nations,
Travail events, cause great Torment,
Saving Lamb, from Goat, that's Hell-bent.
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Pain Like Travail
By Arley Steinhour 110112

Pain, like Travail, fills the air,
Everyone, now is pulling hair,
Sixty Million, Problems share,
Total wreckage, everywhere.

Sandy, Sand, on street and walk,
No one has much time to talk,
Winter soon will freeze the ears,
Recovery could take many years.

The countryside, that is little more,
Nine hundred miles, of Atlantic shore,
A Third of country, feels some affect,
From lots of rain, to Cities wrecked.

Homes and buildings, stacked up high,
Now piles of trash, up to the sky,
Many years will need pass by,
For memories, to not make us cry.

Years, it seems, also, to rebuild,
Or clean the trash, and land backfilled,
Many people will just walk away,
Much farther inland, for their kids to play.

The older folk, simply won't try,
To fix their lives, would rather die,
The storm took most of their memories,
With moisture mold, and in windblown trees.

Many people will turn back to God,
Some will curse Him for the Iron Rod,
He's warned us through His Prophecy,
We bear His wrath, when we Hell-bent be.

With all the happenings in these days,
Like Travail, Signs rein in divers ways,
More and more, with each one stronger,
If we don't Repent, Time won't be much longer.

He knew this ending from the start,
In His words we find His broken heart,
Pleading, pleading constantly,
'Come back, Come back, Come back, to ME.'

AMEN

Some Repent,
Some Refuse,
Eternal, His Tent,
Eternal, His Hell,
You choose.
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Truly Mean IT
By Arley Steinhour 110312

I praise You, this, Your Sabbath Morning,
As Your Sunlight erases the night,
Three more days till Joy, or Mourning,
Is our bird, Soaring Eagle, or Sparrow, flight.

This land, you opened to mankind,
A mere Five Hundred Twenty year,
Had more to offer, than we could find,
With a starter, of Elk, Turkey, and Deer

Near Four Hundred years, to settle,
Even with internal war we fought,
Tribulations, proved our metal,
Blessed Assurance from you we sought.

Your Blessings, kept on Blessing,
As we forged a mighty Nation,
Then with you, we started messing,
Until, it seems, you have no Station.

Your Wrath, on man, soon will Rain,
On our new god's and Abominations,
Unborn murder, rounds your Distain,
Our Crowning destruction of your Creations.
AMEN
This Election, may be part of the timing,
Of Prophet Daniel's Final Seven,
Travail events seem to be rhyming,
As if Sent from GOD, in Heaven.

Earth quaking, more often than normal,
Intensities, pass Seven in strength,
Storm destruction, at Para-Normal,
God's Patience, perhaps, reached its length?

With Prayer, and Ponder, please do Vote,
I believe God wants that much from you,
Remember those not allowed on Noah's boat,
Rejecting God and His Love, 'Tried and True.'

If, His Salvation, you be at a loss,
Then, Turn your heart to God,
Jesus paid for all Sin on the Cross,
Accept Jesus, forego Hell and Iron Rod.

That sounds a bit more easy,
Than you think, where you sit,
Trust God, and don't being sleazy,
Repent your Sin, and, Truly Mean IT.

AMEN

Clouds are forming overhead,
Makes the 'Unsaved' hide in bed,
If the Bible you haven't read,
The 'Storm' is here, are you still,
? D E A D ?
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Imparting Departing
By Arley Steinhour 110412

Yeee-Haaa and AMEN, and I will tell you why,
Perhaps God heard our prayers, and U S may not die,
Get the Vote out, Witness long and strong,
God’s Adoption, registered, “To Him, we Belong.”

We may now see, if I be right,
Obama, like Thief, sneaky be in the night,
Invoke Executive orders, that he may ‘Stay,’
Set aside Constitution, to continue his Sway.

From the news, perhaps, I now see,
What we had, may, never more be,
Once he tries to take Freedom away,
Day after that, Rebellion holds sway.

Election, now much like ten bowling-pins,
That may be in place, for Romney to win,
Obama's fall, may well, be on its way,
Tomorrow might be ‘Tribulation Day.'

I make a lot of noise, in rhyme,
I seem to do it all the time,
The words just come, from ‘can’t remember,’
I type, as they fill my ‘Echo-chamber.’

What value, a prophet, that works for free,
Who studies God’s word, to see what I see,
I’m probably wrong, most all of the time,
That’s OK, though, I offer Praise rhyme.

Be Right with Jesus, and don’t be afraid,
The Sin Debt, you owed, is totally paid,
You need Repent, and give Jesus your heart,
Then, when Hell on Earth starts, you’re sure to depart.

AMEN.....and.....AMEN

Tribulation is coming, like Witch on Broom,
Yet God's Ride for you, has plenty of room,
First, those departed, then us with a cheer,
Those, Left Behind, will have something to fear.
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Rapture Pup
By Arley Steinhour 110412

There was a puppy on a leash,
Leading man-child where ere he went,
So long as the man-child filled his dish,
Then his guidance would be well spent.

One day, as they were walking,
Enjoying three squirrels and a cat,
Jumping, barking, as if talking,
Happy pup, barked at this and that.

The day was bright in God's sunlight,
Only small clouds, were passing by,
Birds were singing, ne'er sad plight,
Life was good, in the puppy's eye.

A block or two, or was it three,
Hard to tell with a joy replete,
With master on leash, so full of glee,
Soft grass crunching beneath his feet.

Horns wailing, caught pup's fine tuned ear,
Much like sounds from box on table,
Louder, louder, until quite near,
He started to bark, but wasn't able.

Just as pup turned his head to see,
If the man-child heard the sound,
Leash fell to ground, as if dropped free,
Only clothing, lay on the ground.

Pup stopped and sat down expectantly,
Man-child must be somewhere near,
His clothing was there, where child should be,
What happened, to the pup, unclear.

These many times, they'd walked along,
Man-child, had never dropped his leash,
Pup could hear man-child singing a song,
'Go home, go home, stay by your dish.'

Puppy, sat there, somewhat, all confused,
Until the words, of the song, sank-in,
Off he went, homeward, as if abused,
'Abandonment is a mortal sin.

Through his door, pup ran full tilt,
To his cushion, next to his dish,
Waited in faith, their friendship had built,
If pup knew how he'd pray with a wish.

Before him formed a soft blue light,
Another first, for the weary pup,
Twas getting dark, near full of night,
Bowl empty, needing filling up.

The light took shape, of man-child,
Puppy shook as he heard boy talking,
Voice, warm and loving, soft and mild,
Saying, 'Time for our daily walking.'

Together, now, they'll always be one,
Best friends, Leash of love between,
Plenty of time to experience God's fun,
Never again, to meet someone that's mean.

AMEN

Pets may be left behind,
I don't know, pro or con,
No clue in Bible, can I find,
Won't know, until we're gone.
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Blues Fulfilling Joy
By Arley Steinhour 110712

For many days, and dollars,
They vied for Presidential vote,
Be it Black Tie, or open collars,
Tried to show, the 'load' they'd tote.

All that is past, this morning,
My hopes get buried soon,
Obama's win, deserves a stoning,
Reported cheating, and intimidating goon.

However, the Constitution,
And the way I've lived my life,
Still has Jesus, finishing construction,
Coming soon, to snatch His Wife.

Yesterday is over, Obama won again,
As leader of this, and other Nations,
With sidebar, of wife and children's gain,
Michelle gets new lease on vacations.

The Morning, after the Day-Before,
Brings panicked solace to my heart,
The nightmare, Obama, has four more,
For destruction to do it's deadly part.

'We the People,' are on slippery slopes,
Without traction, on well oiled feet,
What we've done, calls us 'Rope-a-Dopes,'
Restraintless, Obama completes national Defeat.

Turn your heart, to Jesus' Salvation,
Before He comes, with Trumpet-pale,
To take us to His Heavenly Nation,
When 'Left Behind,' gnash teeth, and wail.

If this story plays to Prophecy,
There's no time you should delay,
Don't let your Mansion be lost at sea,
For lack of Repentance, you didn't pay.

AMEN

Angelic voice, and Trumpet blare,
Will call us Home, to Jesus,
Eternity, with Him, we share,
His Love, completely, Frees Us.
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Gods Blessed Tent
By Arley Steinhour 110712

When our life-story, is judged, at the Altar,
With reward meted in Jesus' hand,
Accepted, at Bema, we never more falter,
In Heaven's, Blessed, Eternal, Stand.

The dross of our lives, that decay,
Is rendered away from the good,
Justified clean, by His Grace on that day,
Imperfection, Sin, left where we stood.

Answers sought, fulfilled in thought,
With a query no longer the seed,
On Cross, wet with blood, we're bought,
Through His blood, no longer be weed.

Full grafted into God's single Nation,
Neither Jew, nor Gentile, are we,
Inheritors all, divers but one Station,
With God as our King, Free we be.

Through Two Thousand Years,
We've been called to Repent,
Born in Sin, with life's cursive fears,
Salvation provides God's Blessed Tent.

In His Grace, all our debt,
Goes to deepest abyss,
Should there be problems yet,
God heals, with a kiss.

Jesus, is waiting for us to Repent,
Mortal's refusing, and Angels that Fell,
Without protection, by God and His Tent,
Eternal they suffer, in the Fires of Hell.
AMEN

Cloud by day, Fire by night,
When God came to visit,
There's quite a sight,
Just ahead, of 'What is It?'
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Prayer of Tears
By Arley Steinhour 111112

I come to you, this day, to pray,
Help me make it through this day,
The world, it seems, has gone insane,
Just like Travail, increasing pain.

Your Will be Done, we know and cry,
With all the signs, quite soon, we fly,
Salvation from the Tribulation,
Will leave behind, a wandering Nation.

Most won't know, only few will care,
They're Left Behind, with Churches bare,
The government, will tell great lies,
Soon it determines, who lives or dies.

The Joy, of coming Home is great,
But still I mourn those with darker fate,
A 'Mark' mandated, to buy or sell,
To take it, dooms the soul to Hell.

Dear Jesus, help me wash away,
The pain I feel that they won't pay,
The Price you ask, stands 'zero' tall,
Still they reject Salvation's Call.

The choice is theirs, which Eternity,
To be with You, or Flame destiny,
The picture that the Satan displays,
Make fools of many, in so many ways.

You gave us centers of knowing pleasure,
With limits far beyond our measure,
Satan has tapped into man's pleasure senses,
So man against you, would built great fences.

We of Faith, don't mind the slur,
Of being called, Degenerate Cur,
Or worse, by Foe and Friend,
'Person of insane mental bend.'

You know already, all I have said,
So I'll send this prayer, as if to bed,
So many refusing your offer, as 'Lie,'
Not much time left for my heart to cry.

As You wept, before calling Lazarus home,
I weep for those refusing seed you've sown,
'Salvation by Grace,' has but a short time left,
For unsaved to 'Choose You,' and not be bereft.

AMEN

God must weep, for those Lost Sheep,
Who've turned away from HIM,
Should He Rest, He'd lose much sleep,
As they fill their 'Sin-cup,' to the brim.
Does this Ring any Bells??
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Truth or Fiction
By Arley Steinhour 111212

Some people may call him Rabbi,
Others, Reverend, Father, or Pastor,
Wealthy Congregation , or poor and shabby,
Desire being, everyone call them Master.

He spends the day in scripture,
To better know Salvation's path,
To feed the Lambs at Spirit's pasture,
So they be Saved, not suffer Wrath.

Two Thousand ways of seeing,
Our, One and Only God,
Teaching His 'One way of Being,
Fully Saved, without Iron Rod.

Draw their pay, teach what they say,
Until the day, that they start getting old,
They'll author an 'Epistle-Mine,' one day,
And folks will think them, Oh-So-Bold.

'I was doing well, preaching Hell,' he says,
'When something changed my well laid plan,
Had an accident one day, on the highways,
Fell asleep at Seventy, and Fate did hit the fan.'

'I don't remember how I went,
But, suddenly I was there,
Before the Lord, giving my vent,
On why I qualified for His care.'

'He looked at me, with teary eye,
And spoke what I should never hear,
"You changed my word, I don't know why,
With Silver tongue, to tickle the ear."

"You said, Surrender, didn't matter,
Pay your tithe, and wear Sunday best,
Follow me, as Bible is ancient chatter,
Congregation could do, just like the rest."

"You even sold sinners, Absolution,
You catered to the Rich with flair,
You knew Adultery, and Prostitution,
Many in Hell await your presence there."

'May I return to life,' he pleaded,
'To undo what I have done,
To turn Congregation as needed,
To Repent before every one.'

He knew not, why Jesus did it,
'Jesus let me come back to you,
Please forgive, this evil pundit,
There's much undoing I must do.'

The Congregation, stood to cheer,
The Prayer-team came to the altar,
That he was lost, they had great fear,
Repentance and Jesus, could repair his 'falter.'

The story-line is fiction, but, my opinion, as I see,
A picture of what's happened to Jesus' Bride,
With the man-made Bible conjecture that be,
We judge Jesus, and cause Him to hide.

The time is so short, and we need to repent,
A Prophet would say, 'You're all on the outside,'
With prayer, and fasting, we regain His Tent,
God's sure to receive us, with arms open wide.

AMEN

As a watchman on the wall,
You won't see much if eyelids fall,
The Time is such, none can compare,
Bridegroom soon comes, for us in the air.
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