Praise and Poetry II

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To Christian Arms
By Arley Steinhour 121112

The call, is ringing oer the land,
Mount-up, your country calls,
We need our Patriots on hand,
To man our Christian Nation's Walls.

Those who hate us, sneaking through,
Cut - fences, and by tunnel, deep,
Thinking that Red White and Blue,
Has, no more Hero's, only Sheep.

My heart, and mind, are ready,
If only the body would awake,
Patriot, marching almost steady,
Half-a-mile, before a rest break.

Think, I'll let those of younger age,
Fill the shoes, we once did fill,
Enthusiasm their main gauge,
For their Patriotic row to Till.

I pray that they do win the day,
When engaged in Freedom's Foray,
Marching home, with Victor's sway,
To have their day, in Freedom's Glory.

Dear God, forgive our Sodom Ways,
Return us to the ways of 'Philly-town,'
There was a time, we filled our days,
Serving you, in joyous ways, with ner a frown.

Lift the blindness of the veil,
On your Chosen People's eyes,
For Messiah, they must wail,
To see Eternal Day, where no one cries.

AMEN

We once stood proud,
Not long ago,
Now we wear a shroud,
Only, UP, to go.
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Good Morning God 121212
By Arley Steinhour

Dear Father, God;
What a way to wake up,
One eyeball, at a time,
Slowly, mind begins to sup,
On light of day that makes life rhyme.

Hoar-frost on the bark of tree,
Sparkles bright, in ray of Sun,
Color's dancing wild and free,
Sun-Light has darkness on the run.

Chrystal sparkles take softer glow,
As flakes of ice, warm back to dew,
Thoughts, and Praise, begin to flow,
As I raise love and prayer, to You.

The gentle breeze reclaims the dew,
Lifting the vapor to a cloud,
To await a call, in sky of blue,
Be a rain-drop, or snow-flake, proud.

I lift my love, to you, on high,
Before I rise, and start my day,
As always, see You, in the sky,
Followed by daily work or play.

Soon, you send your Only Son,
To 'Snatch' His Bride, away,
Seven 'Days,' of Wedding Fun,
Before the Kingdom Rule can Play.

With Joy, in heart, and expectation,
Anxious, for His Trumpet's call,
When Jesus comes to claim His Nation,
Without corners, from which to fall.

AMEN

Suspended, by the Will of God,
No corner to stop, or free,
We ride His mix, of Sea and Sod,
From dust, He makes you, and me.
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Westpac Fifty Nine
By Arley Steinhour 121312

I went to sea, in fifty-nine,
Off to see the East, out West,
The pond was big, Pacific fine,
Where West finds Eastern best.

Beside an Island, called Midway,
Japan, first Port-of-Call,
San Diego to Yokosuka, Storms play,
Four storms, like a brick wall.

Arriving in Yokosuka bay,
Seventh Fleet gave us a call,
The only way to be dry that day,
Was Dry-docking one and all.

Four Tin-Cans in squadron,
Sinking, three-fast, one-slow,
Tied to pier, would be a problem,
Into Dry-dock, safe way to go.

Out, went ocean, pumped away all,
We sat, tied there, low and dry,
Dry-dock as deep as we were tall,
We weren't much to catch the eye.

Destroyers, from a fight won't hide,
Until, in Dry-dock wallows,
Like Jonah, we were deep inside,
If dock a barn, we'd be Barn Swallows.

A week it took, to zip us up,
The leaks all put to shame,
Tied to pier, like four whipped pup,
Scrubbing down, we reclaimed our name.

Once back to sea, without a hitch,
leaving port, ever so proud,
Served quite well, till weather twitched,
Cat-Five plus, Typhoon, sang Loud.

Taking Green Water, over the Bridge,
Below the swale, we fought back to air,
Crowning waves, found flights fine edge,
No 'roller-coaster,' could ever compare.

Square to the waves, no problem,
Submerge, then float, again,
At an angle, more suicide dumb,
Roll, too far, capsized, death reign.

We slid down wave into the swale,
Laying hard to Starboard side,
Climbing, rolled hard to Port, like whale,
Fifty-six degrees, we should have died.

Typewriter, ripped from hold-down bolts,
Went flying right past my face,
Papers, books, and cups, like frisky colts,
Flew around, all over the place.

My legs, wrapped tightly around desk legs,
Kept me from flying with Super-man's flair,
Ya-da-da, keep it short, story begs,
Off to Subic Bay, for some more fine repair.

When it was done, we'd been through hell,
Mount fifty-one torn loose,
Port Forty swung like a great church bell,
""Sinking"" again, not front page news.

Close, to Philippines this time,
Subic Bay provided a waiting dock,
Re-welded, re-bolted, just fine,
Off to China went our flock.

Hong Kong, was great, even though almost broke,
The rest of the 'cruise' going fine,
Our last tour of service, Taiwan, Nationalist China,
Where, again, we almost crossed deaths line.

Red China shelling Quemoy island,
Shooting over our head,
Twas not a place to buy land,
Nor, try to sleep in bed.

Admittedly, there was a thrill,
Sixteen inch shells flying by,
Good thing we weren't sitting still,
Hate to be hit by one, in the eye.

About five days into mission,
On a blustery, choppy sea night,
A wave they now call Rogue, came on,
Smacked us Starboard side, just right.

Awaken with a start, new found navy art,
All I saw, was dark liquid fly by,
Adrenalin coursing all bodies parts,
Off to General Quarters we did fly.

Starboard sea-wall caved in,
Vent ducts no longer a flu,
Looking like ship made out of tin,
Off, to the Philippines and more glue.

Someone decided, six months was enough,
Once fixed, orders came, 'head for home,'
Tin-cans, were much fun, simple and rough,
Mighty warriors, for Red, White, and Blue.

AMEN

D D Seven Eighty Two,
Rowan was her name,
Born and Served America True,
All ships, are not the same.
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World End Mayan Time
By Arley Steinhour 121512
(in response to NASA video disclaiming 'End of World' [addressed below])

He washed my brain, my heart, my feet,
He cleansed my sin-filled soul, complete,
Don't matter, who be right or wrong,
Won't miss any who hate my faith-song.

The calendar the Mayans made so well,
Is, Full - complete, this side of Hell,
The 'End of World,' has a thousand more,
God's Kingdom Rule, from Shore to Shore.

The 'writings' do say, 'Time of Pain,'
At completion, Pain falls like Rain,
That don't mean that is the End,
Bible states what's round-the-Bend.

We all have tickets, to this Show,
Find your seat; away we go,
What happens might be kind-of neat,
Do we fly away, or walk with feet.

Christians know where we will be,
With Jesus Christ, Redeemed and free,
Those with no faith then be trouble bound,
Torment, condemned, with Hellish hound.

But, Should Atheist banter rule the day,
With 'no existence,' when we die away,
No body, then, can know or complain,
Nonexistence means, no thought or pain.

So, if non-believer right, no lasting bad,
If Christian right, non-believer is ""HAD,""
We have Eternity, to enjoy our choice,
They suffer beyond expression of voice.

Individual - - - - C H O I C E- - - - AMEN

Video: www.coolestone.com/media/5034/Why-the-World-Didn't-End-Yesterday/

Six days to go, to see the Show,
The end of days, we know, won't be,
Events, on earth, may display,
Some signs of Man's Eternity.
We'll see.
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Redemption Completion
By Arley Steinhour 121512

From the grave, let them rise,
Trumpet calls them to the skies,
Evermore to be with God,
Nevermore the Iron Rod.

With joy in heart, hear Trumpet call,
Voice of Angel, calls one and all,
Lightness of heart, and body too,
Heralds, mortal life for us is through.

Never more, sickness, nor pain,
The coolest thing is falling rain,
With joy in heart, we look around,
We're miles and miles, above the ground.

A tunnel seems to guide the way,
Smooth and silky, lit like day,
Soft, warm, breeze, brings tear to eye,
Tears of Joy, can't see to fly.

Yet, every soul, flies free and clear,
Sounds of praise does fill the ear,
Joy grows stronger, as we fly,
Heart overflowing, never more to die.

Angels now, create a new song,
We'll know it all before too long,
The song that only Saved Souls sing,
The song is part of the Wedding ring.

At Bema Alter, prepared to Dine,
On Matzoth bread, and Blood red wine,
We, as part of Bride to the Son,
Christian Souls together, forever One.

To be a part of this honored flight,
Offer your heart, to Jesus tonight,
Repent your Sin, and plead Redemption,
He will forgive, for Eternal Completion.

AMEN

Unused Churches, may have new job,
Where from New Christians, life they rob,
Martyrs, many, for seven years,
Like cloud-burst rain, pain-filled tears.
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Life of an Hand Towel
By Arley Steinhour 121612

So many different kinds of towel,
Beach, Bath, Tea, and Hand,
The one I think most versa-towel,
The 'Hand,' is the most grand.

Beach towel, just gets dirty,
Protecting, more the ocean sand,
Bath towel dries fresh clean body,
And hangs on wall, looking bland.

Hand towels, often decorate,
The bar, beside the sink,
Eyeballs have a close-up fate,
Gentile pressure dries your wink.

Each day it dries, four times or more,
Where Bath towel, once, if that,
Some-times, even dries the floor,
Kid splashing, like a brat.

Time goes by, and towel gets thin,
Its looks no longer pass the test,
Retired to the house scrubbing bin,
Where, at times, a mouse will make a nest.

Scrub the walls, and counter-tops,
Keep toilet clean as it can be,
All kind of projects, that never stops,
Trash can ready, it will see.

But, wait, reprieve, there's one more thing,
The mop-head has scrubbed it last,
Rags, and towel, now on floor take wing,
Scrub away muddy tracks, real fast.

The wear and tear, destructive,
The weave does soon let go,
What honor for service productive,
Retired to the trash-can, formality, 'no.'

In trash, towel shards turn musty,
The pretty color has faded away.
Never more, by the sink, a 'must-see,'
Hand-towel, just died, today.

AMEN

People and towels, much the same,
They hang around, more for show,
The hand-towel has more play in its game,
There's almost nowhere it won't work or go.
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Twenty Seven HOME
By Arley Steinhour 121712

I forward this, for all to see,
The faces that no longer be,
When sanity, goes down the drain,
Death and horror, falls like acid-rain.

Children, all, wrapped in Jesus’ arms,
Never, again, to feel horror’s charms,
Fear, pain, and hunger, no-more,
Protected by God, on distant shore.

Soon we go, to join them all,
When we hear the Trumpet call,
Daughters, Sons, will light the path,
That we may take, before God’s Wrath.

Like the teachers, now teaching in Heaven,
I pray they arrived, without ‘Sin-Leaven,’
We need be ‘HIS’ before we leave mortal life,
If we hope to see God, and be Jesus’ Wife.
AMEN
www.godtube.com/watch/?v=W77YKWNX&utm_source=GodTube%20Must-See%20-%20Mobile&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=12/17/2012
(Note: I ask you to bless each one, with: Baruch-Atah (name), as each is shown, if you will) [Baruch-Atah = ‘Blessed are you/the one/’], Thanks//as//)
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A
Speck
in
a
Spectrum
By Arley Steinhour
December 18 2012

I'm a spec, you're a speck,
in this Spectrum, we call man,
Man's a speck, of different specks,
In this Spectrum, Earthly plan.

Earth, of course, becomes a spec,
Of specks, in Spectrum Sun, called Sol,
Then, Sol, of course, is but a fleck,
Among the Sun-flecks, of Milky Way, et-al.

By now, you see, 'we' be not much more,
Than a spec on a spec, on a four deep Spectrum,
No longer can be seen, as a spec on floor,
One more jump to Galactic spec, in Top SPECTRUM.

Easy to see that we cannot be, tops in line of 'specs,'
Stopping now, we'd be the bottom rung of specs,
So, we head the other direction, looking at the specs,
Look in mirror, start count with our biggest of specs.

Our skin is truly a very big speck, in the spectrum we call 'me,'
Just below, the reason for Science, the specs needed, to be 'me,'
Skin, bone, muscle, and blood, the count truly does run free, in 'me,'
With any one gone, the me, I know, would never again be 'me.'

Without boring you with the sciences, or the specs that lie below,
The electron microscope has shown, more specs, on and on they go,
With one thing, almost absolute, for sure, we haven't seen the whole show,
Except that we, through Science prove, God made All, and evolution is 'No-Go!'
Thus:
Christmas is the Season,
The Birth of God, we Celebrate,
There is no other Reason,
CELEBRATE, Don't be Late.
AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN

Decorate this tree, with Prayer to God,
Be Right-with-Jesus, Redeemed,
Eternal Bliss, without the Iron Rod,
Blessings beyond any, man has ever dreamed.
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Blizzard of Thought
Arley Steinhour 121912

1138> Snowflakes falling from a cloudy sky,
Blizzard will be starting, by and by,
Snow, soon covers, brownness of the land,
Winds will blow the snow, 'white-out' grand.

Weather-person saying, to 'Stay inside,
Watch the storm, through a window, wide,
Venture outside, only if you must,'
Baking cookies, or a light pie-crust.

1208> Most of the ground, now covered white,
House a block away, is still in sight,
Snow, almost falling thick as London fog,
Need a fireplace, and a Yule-tide log.

Christmas spirits dampened, quite a bit,
Twenty children murdered, the cause of it;
They're with Jesus, safe now, up in Heaven,
Adults also dead, I guess, counts Seven.

Christmas, for the families, won't be Bright,
Many of them still crying, through the night,
Funeral dirge, not sung around a Christmas tree,
Murderer is one of dead, not running free.

Praising you, helps lift the heart back to your light,
Knowing that your recompense, is just, and right,
Five more days, until we celebrate your birth,
Festive Praises, Celebrations, Salvation mirth.

1238> Snow falling steady, just like they said,
Not enough yet, it could be called a bed,
the wind has not yet started blowing hard,
If grass were white, I'd have a well trimmed yard.

This year, we also have the Mayan Calendar,
Ending, with a chance world ending, with a Flare,
The Bible indicates we have some time to go,
The Twenty-first, may be like a bad horror show.

1338 The mood outside is now quite glum,
Snow sticks to my house like chewing gum,
The streets are gone, my window cries,
The blizzard is here, no surprise.

The wind, I think, is not going to wait,
For a lot more snow on 'blowing plate,'
So, I think I'll go hide, take a mid-day nap,
Between morning and evening, nap fills the gap.

AMEN

1408> Snowfall, in Russia, a wondrous thing,
Somewhere, on the right is a town, I think,
Most of the people flew to Las Vegas,
They'll be back next spring, to find their Chevy Vega's.
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Merry Christmas to all, the snowfall is free,
If you can find it, you may keep the tree,
If Santa Claus is unable to find chimney,
He'll bring presents back next year, by Jiminy.

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Thanks Anne
Granny's Christmas Etiquette 101
EATING TIPS FOR THE CHRISTMAS SEASON...

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare... You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand and wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Pumpkin Pie, eat till you cry,
Have a great Christmas season!
I'd say something more, but I think I ate too much to talk.
Merry Christmas, One and All, Y'all

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Good Morning God 122012
By Arley Steinhour

Dear God
I woke up this morning, my way,
Snow sparkling brightly in the sun,
It is a most beautiful, crisp, day,
And that was blessing number one

I started out, praising, until I pondered,
'this day will have me on the go,
Good Lord, I've got to get up, to scoop,
Many shovels full of freezing snow.'

I looked out the ice-glazed window
realized, how late the time must be,
Instead of waking up, normal time,
I'd slept two extra hours, free.

It's going to be a day, like that,
No time to do it all,
But first of all, I need figure out,
How to do it all, at all.

When I was young,
No problem there,
Jump up, get dressed,
Then, comb my hair.

I'd go outside,
And scoop away,
Enjoying every bit,
Of God given day.

Today I have a problem,
Get up and go, got up and went,
By dreading all the work to do,
My body's already feeling spent.

Dear God, forgive my complaining,
About what I need to do,
I need to find somebody
Who, the scooping, they can do.

It may cost me a dollar,
That's OK, I'm sure,
Youth is worth that dollar,
Their energy's so pure.

Blizzard wind, made slick designs,
Snow didn't fall, pasted as it swirled,
From North, East, West and South,
Like paint, sailing across the world.

Snow drifted over, my Ford Escort,
But, think I know the drift it's below,
I see the hint of headlight, peaking,
Ever so weakly through the snow.

About the time, I offer, 'Aw, Shucks,'
You find the help, I so much need,
A brother calls, equipped, plus trucks,
From scooping snow, I am freed,

Pancake, two eggs, a cup of 'Joe,'
I'll break-fast with your bounty,
Tune-in the news so I will know,
What's going on, in World, and County.

I do so praise you for the snow,
It's just perfect for this Season,
The truth and answer, all Christian's know,
Redeeming Son's Birth, is Season Reason.

AMEN

Ice and Snow, are beautiful,
Frozen hard, with wind design,
But, when it is quite bountiful,
Scooping energy, no longer mine.
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Mayan Day Prattle
By Arley Steinhour 122112

Here we are, day twenty-one,
Last day of Mayan reminder,
The world is waiting to see the fun,
Some ridicule, much less kinder.

My day, today, started quite cold,
Two Degree, on meter outside,
Cold enough, old bones not bold,
Decided quickly, I'd just stay inside.

Snow sparkles in Sun, shining brightly,
Crisp is the view of sky and trees,
Tis a good time to close eyes tightly,
For some Prayer time on my knees.

Of course I might just sit here, safe,
Knees, and back, don't like the floor,
Wear and tear started as Depression waif,
With a life of tough wear, more and more.

What better time, than prayer, to say,
I'm so glad, you're in my mortal heart,
For eternity, and more, you'll stay,
You in me, me in you, doing my part.

I keep the Watch, with eye and ear,
For your procession, and Trumpet's call,
Proclaiming, to all, that you are near,
That none are missed, and to Satan fall.

Seven year cleansing, to trim the 'dross,'
Tribulation days stirring Life-cauldron,
Those Left, 'Repent,' or sink to 'Loss,'
So Kingdom starts, only with His Children.

High-noon signal sounding wail,
Its pleating sound says day half done,
Thoughts of tragedy, now pale,
End of world debate, Naysayers may have won.

Day is only halfway gone,
This poem just hit page two,
Your Word, I still look upon,
Perfect, as only you can do.

Please bless, dear Jesus, my prattle,
Bless this Celebrations of your Birth,
May we live life, not as if 'cattle,'
But, with days filled with Praising Mirth.

AMEN
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Blessings on a Friend
By Arley Steinhour 122312

On Christmas day, that's soon to be,
I want to praise a brother, dear to me,
A Minister, a Teacher, and Friend,
Making way straight, without a bend.

I went, one day, to Evangelical Free,
There, he taught me how to be,
A true son of God, without restriction,
Twas mostly in reading Bible diction.

He'd take a word, and tear it apart,
Like a surgeon, he'd find Hebrew heart,
Without fiction, we'd learn word's story,
And how that word, fit Jesus' glory.

Till then, I didn't understand, or know,
God's deeper meaning nor where to go,
My friend, and teacher, with Holy Spirit,
Made God's Word flow, even I could hear it.

Dear God, please Bless, Dieter Rademacher,
He farms the heart as a Scriptural Hay-Stacker,
He makes your word, into worthy chew,
Nurturing to all, who'll hear him through.

Before, a Minister, this man had 'Wings,'
As 'Fighter Pilot,' defending Free way of things,
Defending the body, was not for this man,
Teach Eternal Salvation, God's Family Plan.

What better way to save man from derision,
Than Minister hearts, the Reason for Season,
Dieter went South, and I traveled East,
Now, we both do combat with the Beast.

When Jesus comes, to Snatch away Bride,
I'll be Dieter's wingman, right by his side,
To his Church, for Christmas, I'd like to say,
Be good to Dieter, he's worth more than pay.

Christmas Blessing to all, Keep Shofar handy,
Stand tall, on the wall, Watch, do not bandy,
Be true to Jesus, let faith fly like a bird,
There's many out there, not hearing His Word.

AMEN

The Trumpet will Blow,
And the Saved in You fly,
Leaving many below,
Of which, many will die.
Will we cry?
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Adieu Day of Gentile
By Arley Steinhour 122412

New Day starts, with rising Sun,
Sabbath day, completed, again,
Praising you, as a Chorus of one,
In Jesus' name, about world of Sin.

I praise you, and I bless you ,
As you see me through each day,
Doing things you want me to,
Saying words, you'd have me say.

Reaching out to world at large,
Praising you through poetry,
Follow your lead, with poetic charge,
To help complete your family tree.

Not everyone will turn to you,
Too many will follow the beast,
Eternally blinded, by lies, quite a few,
With Satan's mark, becoming 'The Least.'

Choices made, of course, are theirs,
Convinced, movement be up and on,
They're actually falling down hell's stairs,
As they find they are Satan's Pawn.

Please take Repenter by their hand,
Somewhere down Tribulation's road,
Bringing home, the wayward band,
Relieved of their Sinful load.

I'll keep my focus on your blessing,
And the wondrous things you do,
So, those sinful souls you are addressing,
Can help us witness, our Faith in You.

AMEN

There is a place, also Eternal,
Where Satan and Sinners go,
Far below the Homes Supernal,
Lake of Fire, HELL, Below.
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Please ReBless
By Arley Steinhour 122412

We have a God,
Who doesn't care,
If we've lived or died,

No matter which,
I know He's there,
His arms opened wide.

I used to have,
Fear of death,
Especially, at night,

But when God came,
To live in me,
My fright, took flight.

How many times,
When in a fix,
We call upon His name,

Without doubt,
We can't control,
As we're the one to blame.

He's in our heart,
We are a part,
Of Christmas Celebration,

Columbus found,
Perfect ground,
God blessed, to be a Nation.

Joy filled Hymns,
Through day and night,
Resounding in His Name,

His Birth we Praise,
We call His Name,
God/Jesus, One and Same.

May Angels sing,
As Faith takes wing,
This day, of Celebration,

Let hearts take wing,
As we Pray and sing:
'Please, Re-Bless our Nation.'

AMEN

Perchance this Nation's sinking,
Perchance it stays afloat,
Leadership argues, without blinking;
Are we Sheep of God, or Judas Goat?
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/50952/

[navyblue]

Christmas Snow Storm
By Arley Steinhour 122512
(lyric for White Christmas)

I was dreaming of a White Christmas,
Until the Cloud began to Snow,
Temperatures are dropping,
Records, Topping,
With every-thing on weather that we know.

I was dreaming of a White Christmas,
With joy-filled heart that I once had,
Bundled up, and sliding,
In a drift, I'm hiding,
My skill at skiing is now quite bad.

I was dreaming of a White Christmas,
Now, I can't even go outside,
Snow, is drifting,
My 'world' is shifting,
As I seek a warm place here inside.

I was dreaming of a White Christmas,
Now, I'm freezing near to death,
With a Power Outage,
Thin-walled Cottage,
My family will be quite bereft.

No longer dreaming of a White Christmas,
Brain, too numb to think like that,
Lost all feeling,
World is reeling,
Woke up, before I died, and left.

Merry Christmas I pray it is better than this imagination offering. Ha!! (^8

Ain't this kitchen pretty,
Ain't this kitchen fine,
Down to the Nitty Gritty,
Someday I'll make it mine.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/50957/

[navyblue]

Peace on Earth
By Arley Steinhour 122512

Peace on Earth, the stories are told
Yet many a soldier stands in the cold

Weapon ready, for enemy to sight
For yet, there be more war tonight

We sing and dance, give presents dear
As the price of freedom, rings so clear

We wonder why a veteran has no legs
Growl, 'Get a job,' when ere he begs

For Peace on Earth, there is a trick
Speak very softly, but carry big Stick

Then, Right will win, Wrong will loose
Safe in our beds, we all can snooze.

Jesus came to give peace to men
The kind of peace, no war can win

If every soul would love God's way
We'd have Peace on Earth, every day.

AMEN

He came to earth to win a war
Defeating Death and Fallen Star
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/50962/

[Keith]

Amen, Arley.

[navyblue]

Happy Birthday Abba
By Arley Steinhour 122612

It's not birth that was your plan
It's the Salvation story it presents
For Peace on Earth, Good will for man
If only mankind Sincerely Repents.

You came down to earth, that day
To Save us all from our sinful selves
Our simple minded sinfulness
Had one and all destined to Hell.

You came down from Heaven
Into the mortality you'd made
Through a body, Virgin free of Levin
In Mary's womb, made and stayed.

You were born and circumcised
Almost exactly as would any child
You lived and learned and had fun
And on occasion, may have acted wild.

You experienced Mortality, just as we do
Taking up and laying down,
Decided when life was to be through
Our Sin to be Diamonds in your Crown.

You're not just a god, way up in the sky
Waving a wand, to make people die
You love us so much, you came, Paid Bride Price
Not coming just once, but soon, make it twice.

You took our place upon the cross
That we have access to your Tent
As only you, can remove Sin-Dross
All we need do, is, Sincerely Repent.

Father God, Merry Christmas, to you
We celebrated, December Two-Five
Whenever it was, Happy Birthday, too
What we celebrate, is, you made us Alive

AMEN

The Lion of Judah soon comes to Rule
Those who resist him, destroyed
One thousand Years, Iron Rod Law His Tool
Satan locked down deep, in the Void.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/50979/

[navyblue]

Bomber Bummer
By Arley Steinhour 122912

Driving down the highway,
What do I see,
B-17 type Bomber,
Looking back at me.

A funny little tractor,
Led it down the road,
I could tell by wing-span,
Bomber be a heavy load.

I noticed very quickly,
That I couldn't pass,
To get around this monster,
Needed more than gas.

Thought I had a chance,
At junction, in the highway,
Wouldn't you believe it,
We're taking the same roadway.

Machine-guns were all pointed,
In directions, not at me,
Bomb-bay closed quite tightly,
I was safe as I could be.

My mind was in a quandary,
As we chugged along, that day
Was this a new way to deliver,
Or a landing on highway, wrong way?

Of course I knew the answer,
I'm not just dumb, or dumber,
Aircraft don't fly or taxi backward,
This guy is stealing himself a Bomber.

I thought of using my Cell-phone,
Dialing emergency Nine-One-One,
But Cell-pones, not invented yet,
Nine-One-One, numeric fun.

The End (aka AMEN)

Story teaching, of this tale,
May be impossible to find,
If you find it, you then Fail,
I didn't have one in mind.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51032/