Praise and Poetry II

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2012 Closing Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 123112

It's time for me to go to bed,
That place where I lay down my head,
To pass away this last day night,
To hide in slumber from its fright.

When I awake, New Year begun,
My total focus is on God, the Son,
The time is short, when Bridegroom calls,
Shofar, and voice, that'll shake the walls.

How many more days must sunshine pass,
Before your Bride is Raptured, head of class,
To Wedding Feast, of Seven Years,
Pure Joy, only, with no more tears.

If only all would turn to you,
Satan's rule would be through,
Alas, that seems, not the case,
Still there's Sin in Human Race.

When time be right, known by you,
You snatch the Bride, into the Blue,
Those 'Left Behind,' have Great Delusion,
Your Love for man, allows 'No Intrusion.'

So, Happy New Year, Father God,
As, into Two Thousand Thirteen, we plod,
When we awake, what can we say,
All things, Your Will, Your Glory, Your Way.

AMEN

Your 'Welcome Home,' quells our fear,
Just after you say, 'Come up Here,'
The Joy and Love, we will feel,
Eiderdown soft, Strong as Steel.
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Poetic Comment to I A F
By Arley Steinhour

To I A F, this short blessing from me,
Baruch Atah, for keeping your skies free;
Much like a broom, sweep the blue sky,
Of every hostile, that wants you to die,

Then, rake the ground, with furrows deep,
So that your Loved Ones, mortality keep.
H'Shem, in control, with you on the yoke,
Trust His words: 'Never Again;' that He spoke,

The time coming soon, when many may die,
The Remnant that lives, will never-more cry.
His Hand on your shoulder, whenever you fly,
Under His 'Wing,' you sweep harm from the sky.

AMEN
Video at:

The Wings of Israel Under the 'Wing' of God,
Always at the Ready to keep their Sky Free,
Soon, I fear, come the War Honed Rod,
Under God's 'Wing' can Peace ever more be.
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[It takes less than two minutes to view this video. Have a look and then make a note of how you feel about it. You may even shudder a bit.]

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Worst and Best of Times
By Arley Steinhour 010613

A week, I had, and shared it not,
But then, I used the Throne a lot,
Selfishly, I did stay home,
So what I had, couldn’t roam.

The world is safe, from my episode,
Lost ten pounds while river flowed.
Weakness slowed the urge to write,
Back to normal, won the fight.

BHO seems up to his tricks,
Expect to use many ‘Forward’ clicks.
I’ve passed this on, a time or two,
As I click an encore, to a few.

It’s worthy of Long Second Ponder,
What’s happening, happened over yonder.
‘Tale of Two Cities,’ a thought that rhymes,
We’ve had the Best, now, Worst of Times.

AMEN

This is, of course, ‘In My Opinion,’
We’ll know for sure, in ‘State of Union.’

Selah

When debt acts as if it's water,
And rises to a certain point,
Engine floods, as does the starter,
God no longer will 'Anoint.'
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51128/

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Healthy or Sick Think Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 0106113
Inspired by words of Tim Grueter

While blogging on the Book, called Face,
With comments flying at rapid pace,
A brother, Tim, had inspiring blog,
'Give Jesus credit, don't be an Hog.

My answer started, with 'that's what I do,'
Keeping Jesus first, in my heart, that's True,
Coupled in, was banter about the Flu,
Plus, agony that it puts one through.

Starting my comment, with warm howdy-do,
Next thing I knew, lips were turning blue,
Sharing how Praise Poetry, I spoke confidently,
When Jesus gives me words to say, constantly:

When I'm sick, and on the throne,
with nothing else to do, but moan,
I call to Jesus to come help me think,
But, don't come closer than the sink.

And, when I write Poetic Praise,
When someone does a compliment raise,
I thank Jesus for giving me that fan,
Then thank Him, for guiding my hand.

The time is short, for changing ways,
Some think it takes years; Not even Days,
Beyond our witness, there's little to say,
Jesus, our God, can come any day.

You, who think Repentance, hard to do,
I say, you can do it, putting on other shoe,
Heartfelt is how you must feel and pray,
Speak with the lips, True, No other Way.

Lift your eyes up, as if you can see the sky,
Let your Repentance, and love, loose to fly,
Ask for Salvation, and Strength to 'Follow,'
From that moment on, in self pity, don't wallow.

The changes, then that you must entertain,
Total inclusion in your life, every refrain,
Thing Jesus, Talk Jesus, Let Spirit lead,
He'll see the change, that's all you need.

You may not be perfect, departing this world,
Think of the flag, with folds yet unfurled,
You fly Home proudly, cleansed by His breath,
Eternally His, and not meet Second Death.

Sounds kind of easy; how do macho guy's feel,
I cried like a baby, when my Spirit He Sealed,
You, too, can be blessed, Jesus paid the price,
He cleans with His Blood, not, Red colored rice.

So, keep Jesus in, all you think, say, and do,
Our Mansions completed, He's soon coming through,
Those who have waited, until it's too late,
Be Left Behind, to repent, or be Satan-bait.

AMEN

Ponder, on Jesus, the Price that He Paid,
Three days in the Grave, in our stead he laid,
Resurrection to Life, Price paid, for His Wife,
Accepting His offer, We Gain Eternal Life.
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FOUR MORE
By Arley Steinhour 011213

Father God,
I haven't had a thing I could say,
For way too many a New Year day,
I've tried and tried, fingers were tied,
Hovered over keys, but verse, denied.

Today, I'll start with a complaint,
Must do something, lest I faint,
The news has been, Prophetically bad,
Reading it first, it made me sad.

Today, this being Sabbath day,
Perhaps the News went out to play,
I'm waiting here, to hear you speak,
Needing strength for news, next week.

The President renews the Office Oath,
Two Bibles used, swear on one, or both?
The hullabaloo on twenty-first, one day late,
He'll foreswear in Private, on twentieth's date.

A question, then, comes to my thought,
If one is official, which one, aught-not
On Monday he uses two well known Bible,
If Sunday, official, is Monday Triple-Liable?

Monday, I'd think, be more 'Photo-0p,'
Pomp and Circumstance, to make traffic stop,
Beautiful music, all day, Shore to Shore,
Wining, Dining, and Gala's Galore.

Can't say I'm delighted, more like I'm sad,
The feelings I'm feeling, prophecies something bad,
Night dreams, like Eve's Apple, rotten to core,
For now, I'm bemoaning, his rule of, 'Four-More.'

AMEN

Some people feel this may be true,
Some people now, are feeling blue,
Some people want to enslave Some people,
'Four More,' determines, Sickle, or Steeple.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51215/

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Eight Foot Adventure
By Arley Steinhour 011313

The world, today, is dull and gray,
Another pain, and hate filled day,
Man, argues on, with little to say,
Imagination wants, today, to stray.

Heart as light as my head and feet,
Lift off the ground, so light and fleet,
Into a cloud, with dewdrops replete,
Off I go, to wander a golden street.

Time and distance, left behind,
Heading for Home, as if I'm blind,
Only the light some distance find,
On which to watch and focus mine.

Lights, off to the side, just a blur,
Relaxed and warm, I need no fur,
If I were a cat, I'd hear myself purr,
Humming instead, as I start my tour.

The Gates of Heaven, now in sight,
I must take care, to finish my flight,
As if born to fly, I arrive just right,
In God's Heaven, that has no day or night.

The sky gleaming brightly, without a sun,
Touchdown so soft, I land on the run,
Singing and dancing, Adopted God's Son,
Angel voice greets me, as if His only One.

Nodding and greeting all Souls that I see,
Knowing each one, as they nod back at me,
Warm smiles emitting, from even the tree,
Heart filled with Love, almost bursting it be.

Waving and singing, flowers praise one and all,
Grass tickled bare feet, as it giggled it's call,
So much Love felt, it's like I'd hit a wall,
Overwhelmed by reception, on knees I did fall.

I hear my alarm, time to rise and shine,
Eight foot through the gate, next time maybe nine,
Eternity needed to explore Heaven, so fine,
Thank you, Dear Jesus, for making You, mine.

AMEN

One or a Million, we're treated the same,
Going to Heaven, Judged 'Without Shame,'
Our comings and goings only we claim,
Treated with Honor, Part of God's Fame.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51219/

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Ten Minute Break
By Arley Steinhour 011413
From a time, when Humor, Was;
With language very Clean,
'Funny Bone,' receiving a Buzz,
Without anyone being Mean.

Ten minutes is the time it Takes,
To lift your spirits, High,
All, be Safe, and nothing Breaks,
When eggs, and apples, Fly.

AMEN

When Classy Entertainers Performed For The White House
Michael Davis at Ford's Theater:




When Entertainment was Fun,
When President was Top Gun,
Wrapped-up in God the Son,
True 'Way and Life,' Only ONE.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51225/

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IMO 011513
By Arley Steinhour

That, 'Of this World,' Prophesied to be,
'Attempted Destruction of God's Family,'
Islam's Anti-Christ rules, with Socialist Jaws,
Soon corrupt all of 'God's Freedom Law's.'

Government, of States, must now rise,
Taking Usurpers by great surprise,
Send Obama, and Byden on their way,
Restructure this Country, to Sanity Sway.

The probability, Church Snatched away, soon,
Takes away from Insanity, the medicinal spoon,
Until Holy Spirit, regains God-power sway,
Beast and False Prophet, 'will,' have their day.
P R A Y !
AMEN
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Still more Edicts, he wants to sign,
Removing Freedoms, yours and mine,
In Four more years, this Nation gone,
With nothing left, but King and Pawn.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51234/

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Thank you Brother Paul
By Arley Steinhour 011913

I pass on this Teaching, so you too may read,
Then you pass it on, so more people can heed,
The time is short, so use Heavenly Speed,
This may be the witness a Lost Soul will need.

So many hunger, for Eternal Salvation,
We find them here, and in every Nation,
Even in countries, of complete Subjugation,
Through Repentance, they’ll miss Tribulation.

Don’t knuckle-under, to a Creation Hater,
Help people find their True Creator,
Who made Sun and Sky, the ‘Lie Dissipater,’
Universe is HIS, Jesus, None Greater.

AMEN
and Yeee-Haaa!!!

"Dear Friend,
INTRO........If you are an atheist or an unbeliever, I invite you to study this article,excerpted from the book HOW CLOSE ARE WE.
You will see the precision with which the eternal God fulfills His prophecies in the Bible, to the very day and hopefully respond in faith.
PART 1.......Daniel 9:1,2, 24-26, "In the first year of Darius...I Daniel understood...that (the Lord) would accomplish seventy years in the desolations of Jerusalem. Seventy weeks (of years) are determined upon thy people (Israel) and upon thy holy city (Jerusalem)...to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the most Holy (i.e., for Messiahs reign to begin
)...From the going forth of the commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah the Prince shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks (69 weeks of years equals 483 years)...(Then) shall Messiah be cut off (i.e., slain)."
500 YEARS.....Imagine setting the date for Christ's triumphal entry 500 years before the event and being accurate to the very day! Daniel did that. In fact, this and his many other prophecies are so astonishing that the book of Daniel has been a chief target of determined skeptics for more than 100 years. Somehow Daniel had to be exposed as a fraud. Critics have insisted that Daniel's prophecies must have been made after the fact. Otherwise, one would have to admit that God as Daniel claimed, had given him a personal revelation of future world events hundreds of years before they happened. Such an admission would be intolerable for any skeptic to be forced to make. If the prophecies of Daniel could not be discredited, the cause of atheism would suffer an irreparable blow. Therefore, the book of Daniel has been examined and attacked relentlessly. It has withstood every assault and demonstrated conclusively that it is God's Word. Mankind is left with no excuse for rejecting the Bible and the message it brings.
DANIEL'S MANY REMARKABLE PROPHECIES.......To deal with the many prophecies of Daniel is beyond the scope of this writing. The four world empires--Babylonian, Medo-Persian, Grecian, and Roman--are foretold, including numerous concerning each. For example, the succession of the Medo-Persian empire by the Grecian empire and the division of Alexander the Great's empire into four parts is prophesied (8:20-22). That division is again mentioned in 11:4. The next 16 verses give amazing details of the wars of Ptolemy (the Grecian general who took possession of Egypt after Alexander's death) and his successors against the Seleucid's of Syria. That prophecy climaxed with the details concerning Seleucid ruler Antiochus Epiphanes (11:21-36), a type of Antichrist. Incredibly, one reads history written in advance.
FIRST ADVENT, RAPTURE AND SECOND COMING.......Interesting as Daniel's many prophecies are, we must confine our- selves to those which pertain directly to the Messiah's first advent, to the Rapture, and to the second coming. So remarkable are this great prophets insights concerning the coming Messiah that had Christ's critics understood only one verse in Daniel they would have been compelled to change their entire outlook toward Jesus of Nazareth. As we have seen, Christ's contemporaries, from the rabbis to the disciples, were confused about the kingdom. They imagined that it was to be set up in their time. And because Jesus didn't liberate Israel from Rome and reign as king on David's throne but was crucified instead, even the disciples were convinced, at that point, that He couldn't possibly be the Messiah. John the Baptist suffered from the same misconception. From prison he voiced his doubts that Jesus was the Christ. The reason for those doubts sheds light upon a similar confusion today concerning the kingdom.
A GREAT PROPHET--YET IGNORANT OF PROPHECY.......It seems impossible that John the Baptist could have been so mistaken. This man had been chosen by God for a very special mission, and one which he had completed magnificently. John had even been "filled with the Holy Spirit" before his birth. While still in the womb, he had leaped with joy at Mary's announcement to her cousin Elizabeth that she was with child of the Holy Spirit. Though unborn, John had supernaturally reacted with joy to the news that Mary would give birth to the Messiah, the One John was to introduce to Israel. John knew his mission, and as certainly as he knew his own identity he knew that Jesus was the Christ. When the Pharisees sent officers to ask him he believed himself to be the Messiah, he "confessed, I am not the Christ....I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, make straight the way of the Lord" (John 1:19-24). In quoting from Isaiah 40:3, John claimed to be the fulfillment of that prophecy. He not only knew his mission by revelation from God, but he had visible and miraculous confirmation: John 1:32-34, "And John bare record, saying, I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode upon Him (as Christ came up out of the water after John baptized him). And I knew Him not (until that time); but He (God) that sent me to baptize with water, the same said unto me, Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending and remaining on Him, the same is He...And I saw and bare record that this is the Son of God." Cntd. next week.
To access this article on the web and share it with others, go to sites.google.com/site/lookingforhiscoming (//as//insert: Paul's Archive, of Teachings)
Your Friend,
Paul Schneider"

He may not teach with breakneck speed,
But then, Paul's not casting Satan Seed,
God's Word, cast, seeking, fertile ground,
So, lost hearts can Claim, and Salvation abound.
www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51293/

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Father of the Year
Poem by Arley Steinhour 011913
Article by Jack Kinsella

Passing through days, months, and years,
I’ve noticed, times have become deranged,
Sanity now prefaced with ‘In,’ is crying tears,
That which was crazy, is now full of “Change.”

‘The Fox now owns the Hen-house,
The Crazies, in charge of Asylum,’
Most all work, can be done with a mouse,
Nobel's Peace Prize, is Political Alum.

The names, I won’t mention,
They’re mostly well known,
I’d end up in detention,
If I say more than I’ve shown.

Read this, or cast away,
I just send them on,
Time for me to go Pray,
So I’ll leave you alone,

(With the Father of the Year,
This should bring on a Tear):
(But, Won't)

"Family Values in the New America
Commentary on the News

Saturday, January 19, 2013
Jack Kinsella - Omega Letter Editor
Hey, did you hear the one about Bill Clinton being named 'Father of the Year'? Yeah, it goes like this. . . Two guys walk into a bar. . . . What? It isn't a joke? I thought it was a joke. It MUST be a joke. Isn't it?
We ARE talking about Chelsea Clinton's dad, aren't we? The same guy that attempted to use his position as Arkansas governor to try to sexually compromise a $7.00 per hour married state employee named Paula Jones?
Chelsea was about 11 years old when Clinton went after Paula Jones, and about 14 when Paula Jones filed her sexual harassment suit.
Jones refused the governor's advances, but kept the incident to herself until David Brock named her in his 'Troopergate' expose in 1994. In Brock's version, Jones was the aggressor who "offered herself" to the governor.
It was then that Jones sued. Clinton used the power of his office to have the lawsuit dismissed and then brought the full weight of the Oval Office down on the woman, challenging her right to sue and destroying her reputation (and her marriage) in the process.
Eventually, Clinton settled with Jones for the full amount of the lawsuit but without admitting any wrongdoing. Later, Judge Susan Webber-Wright found Clinton in contempt of court for lying under oath.
Ultimately, he barely escaped being impeached and removed from office and was stripped of his law license on the grounds he wasn't ethical or moral enough to be a lawyer! (But sufficiently moral and ethical enough to remain the most popular Democrat the country.)
Of course, that was just Paula Jones. Before that was Juanita Broderick, whom Clinton allegedly raped in an Arkansas hotel room in 1978. Clinton denied the charges, but were he not the President of the United States, he would probably have spent the 1990's in the Arkansas State Penitentiary.
Among Bill Clinton's other, ahem, peccadilloes was his admitted affair with nude model Jennifer Flowers, his (denied) affair with Elizabeth Ward Gracen, his attempted affair with newly-widowed Kathleen Willey and his Oval Office affair with Monica Lewinsky, who was then almost the same age as Chelsea Clinton.
Since leaving the White House, Clinton's philandering ways have become the stuff of legend. It is one of those non-news news stories.
And now, we can add the following to the Legend of Bill Clinton:
"Clinton was named the “Father of the Year” by the National Father’s Day Council on Wednesday. The group selected Clinton for his “profound generosity, leadership and tireless dedication to both his public office and many philanthropic organizations,” Dan Orwig, chairman of the National Father’s Day Committee, said in the announcement. The award will be presented at a luncheon in June."
I suppose that the "National Father's Day Council" is acting on the assumption that by now that Chelsea is thirty-six years old, she has probably gotten over knowing all the details of her father's extra-marital sex life.
It still creeps me out.
Mary Jo Kopechne would have turned 72 this year. She probably would have gotten married, had kids and grandkids and enjoyed the kind of life most Americans could look forward to back in 1969.
But Mary Jo Kopechne only lived to be 28 years old before she went to a party with Senator Edward Kennedy on Chappaquiddick Island off the coast of Martha's Vineyard.
Although the official details have been massaged and tweaked and obfuscated, the short story goes like this. Kennedy drove his car off a bridge, but managed to escape the sinking car, abandoning Mary Jo Kopechne to drown.
Kennedy didn't report the accident until AFTER the car containing Kopechne's lifeless body was discovered floating in the water. The reason he didn't report it is hotly denied by his apologists, but if he were anyone except Teddy Kennedy, he would have been charged with drunk driving and manslaughter.
"It was nine hours before he reported the accident. In the meantime, he walked back to his motel, complained to the manager about a noisy party, took a shower, went to sleep, ordered newspapers when he woke up and spoke to a friend and two lawyers before finally calling the police. Divers later estimated that if he had called them immediately, they would have had time to pull out Mary Jo. She had not drowned, but had survived in an air pocket inside the car - she was asphyxiated only when the oxygen ran out several hours later."
Teddy Kennedy lived on for another forty-three years after Mary Jo Kopechne's life was sacrificed to preserve his reputation as a "champion for women's rights" and ultimately earning the title of "Lion of the Senate" by his adoring sycophantic fellow Democrats.
During the trial of this year's Father of the Year for serial philandering and perjury, Ted Kennedy fiercely defended Bill Clinton's right to "lie about sex" arguing along with the rest of the Democrats that "everybody lies about sex".
"Kennedy voted to acquit Clinton on both charges, saying "Republicans in the House of Representatives, in their partisan vendetta against the President, have wielded the impeachment power in precisely the way the framers rejected, recklessly and without regard for the Constitution or the will of the American people."
The will of the American people . . . cheating on your family and lying about it is ok. As long as one is a Democrat.
Teddy Kennedy was not merely eulogized, he was practically beatified at the 2012 Democratic National Convention.
And let us never forget that fine, upstanding gentleman from North Carolina. John Edwards fathered a child with Rielle Hunter as his wife Elizabeth was losing the battle for her life to cancer. She learned of his philandering shortly before she died and left him.
She died six months later. Alone.
Exactly eight months and 20 days after Riell Hunter gave birth to Edward's daughter, John Edwards was named "Father of the Year" by the National Father's Day Council.
In 2006 the voters of the United States turned control of the US Congress over to Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. In 2008 they handed the party of Pelosi, Reid, Edwards, Clinton and Kennedy the keys to the Oval Office.
In the four years to follow, the welfare rolls of the United States almost doubled while the Democrats claimed to take the moral high ground in preserving the family and actually claiming to be the party of family values.
In an America in which Teddy Kennedy can champion women's rights and John Edwards and Bill Clinton can claim the title of Father of the Year, it doesn't seem that far a stretch to claim putting half the country on welfare advances Democratic family values.
Indeed, they can even claim Biblical values:
". . . lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof . . ." (2nd Timothy 3:2-5)
Hey, they ARE values. And they ARE in the Bible. So the Democrats are the very example of Biblical values.
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” - (The Mad Hatter from Lewis Caroll's "Through the Looking Glass)
Bill Clinton and John Edwards deserved to be named Father of the Year. Barack Obama deserved to win the Nobel Peace Prize.
You see?"

(I can't 'AMEN' as it ain't not all over, yet.)

Midnight, always darkest,
High-noon casts little shadow,
Tribulation, Prophets behest,
God knows what's in tomorrow.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51298/

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Good Morning God 012013
By Arley Steinhour

Moans and groans, ring like thunder,
As I struggle to wake up, and rise,
Joints snap and creak, like lumber,
I'm straining hard to open eyes.

Morning wake-up is so much fun,
As I'm resurrecting back to life,
Before I see any ray of Sun,
You've blessed my pain and strife.

Oh, my body still brings tear to eye,
Resisting my age-ed mortality,
But since 'Corruption' cannot fly,
Graduation should be pain-free.

As I start my wake-up fight,
The Sun yet to show its rays,
I thank you for a well slept night,
Before I start my mortal days.

I need your strength and blessing,
On every thought, word, and deed,
It seems, I'm constantly confessing,
For all the Sin, those three things feed.

I marvel how my mind you teach,
Making Sunshine brighter, as I pray,
Making Heaven closer to my reach,
As you share new truths, day by day.

May this day with you be filled,
With, your Will done on Earth,
May more Family be instilled,
With, Holy Spirit on Rebirth.
AMEN

Darkness yields to Dawning Light,
Quickly looses the Morning-Fight,
Redemption comes, Through-the-Son,
The Light, the Way, the Only-One.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51305/

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Please Pray for Gary Olson's recovery, an accident is trying to take his life.

How Many Times
By Arley Steinhour 012013
Dedicated to friend and brother Gary Olson

The day, outside, is crisp and clean,
Gentle breeze through leafless tree,
Still some taste of white winter sheen,
Inside my home, comfy-warm for me.

Once again, I praise and thank You,
For all you are, to and for, who I be,
Your Love fills, through and through,
Promotes a glow, that all can see.

They do not see the storm, inside,
What they see is what you give me,
My sin-river, still runs deep and wide,
But for your restraint, run free.

You took me by the hand, many years ago,
Undemanding, kept your light shining bright,
Passing me through Death's valley, so slow,
Bruised and scarred, unclaimed by Dark of Night.

So many times, I was 'Third time down,'
You pulled me, safely, from troubled water,
Your embrace, secure, on lips, no frown,
You carried my bulk, as if an injured daughter.

How many times, I've lost the count,
Some scars remain, to tell a story,
Together, create a thanksgiving fount,
My existence blessed, To You, the Glory.

You're coming soon, when Time is right,
To Snatch anxious Bride away,
Lamp, full of oil, to function day or night,
We're off to Wedding Feast, Ol'e!
and AMEN
The candles of Remembrance, lit,
The Cup of Redemption, filled,
In Memory, drink, all of it,
For Eternity, Unspilled.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51308/

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Uplifting View of What Could Be

If this is the way all man would feel,
Then God could relax, at the wheel,
Seeing us safely into Blessed Eternity,
Where said by All: "I love All, and All Loves Me."
AMEN

Grab your tissue, and enjoy the view:
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Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51312/

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Towing the Faith Line
By Arley Steinhour 012213

What leadership don't realize,
They're there by the Hand of God,
You do not need to Spiritualize,
'Doing Wrong,' they bear the 'Rod.'

He knows exactly when to 'Pull the plug,'
Or, by the neck, 'Cork their Jug,'
They need consider the hearts they're breaking,
Before and during the "Oath" they're taking.

If, 'We the People,' stand up, and shout,
'Do Right, or We will vote you ""OUT,"" '
Then, perhaps, they'll fall upon their knees,
Follow directions, so God, they Please.

We the People, need be there first,
Upon our knees, for His Truth greatly Thirst,
Then our Leaders will have no excuse,
For what they do, just call it ""Abuse.""

When they see our knee, bent at Alter,
Leadership, can do nothing, but 'Falter,'
We follow, they follow, the Holy "WORD,"
In Mortal speak, 'JESUS' is Heard.

Lay Sin aside, open arms wide,
For Jesus' Hug, where we can hide,
Before He comes, to Vent His Wrath,
The kind of Torment, not cleaned with a 'bath.'

AMEN

God came to earth, so we'd have a chance,
Through His Death's Resurrection, to be a branch,
Producing good fruit, sweet as He desires,
Or choose to reject, and know heat of Hell's fires.

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Voice of Choice
By Arley Steinhour 012213

The Scene is set, rehearsals met,
For the world to play its part,
Leaders in place, parameters set,
Satan, pushes the button to start.

Catastrophe, in Lands of the Free,
As hatred explodes from hiding place,
Pain and Suffering, to be what it be,
No matter the 'Calling,' all must face.

The heavy hand of Satan's foal,
With pleasure, turns on the putrid key,
To carry many to death's dark hole,
Before they accept what You did for me.

The 'Day of Jacob's Trouble,' does shine,
Upon the hillside, close at hand,
Like Lightening falling, as caustic brine,
Bringing death across the Land.

Closing Prophecies, soon play out,
As, so many 'Fall Away,'
Running from God, with rejection and doubt,
Of Redemption's Offer, each day.

Flocking to worship Satan's anointed one,
And, 'Lying promises,' from his lip;
Rejecting, God's 'Only Begotten Son,'
As into Abyss, they willingly trip.

When all is done, the sheep and goat,
Selected, Rejected, one by one;
Some will sink and some will float,
Their own lips state what they've done.

You can heed God's word, or flip me the bird,
I've said what I need to say,
You can pretend God's Word, you've never heard,
But, 'If not Reborn, Only you Pay.'
AMEN
'As lightening falling from the sky,'
Perhaps, be words that doesn't lie,
When taken to Aramaic language,
Is it a view of brand-new package?
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End of Story
By Arley Steinhour 012313

Dear Father God, don't spare the Rod,
For what 'we' are doing to your Name,
We swear and plod, as if we be god,
To escape, self-claiming Your Fame.

'Go for the throat,' speak yet more 'Goat,'
As we forsake 'Safe Harbor,' for World,
Christian Martyr numbers, rot and bloat,
Increasing daily, Satan's flag unfurled.

Dark Fervor grows, thinking You're slow,
As Satan's hatreds reach Fever pitch,
Quite few will know, we here below,
You've saved from harm, and Satan's switch.

To You, the Glory, 'End of Story,'
Looming large, on yonder hill,
Close Gentile era, in times quite gory,
As Israel 'swallows,' Messiah Pill.

Tribulation Saints sing, and praise your Name,
Even the 'Goat' will bend their knee,
Before Messiah, of Biblical Fame,
As Your Kingdom, Forever Be.

AMEN

Your Lambs 'know,' those here below,
From Satan's switch, you soon Redeem,
And, in your House, Sweet Love we'll know,
Eternal, Supernal, like, Peaches-n-Cream.
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Love Letter
By Arley Steinhour 012413

Each, and every morning,
when the Sun first lights your face,
I shiver, as if in mourning,
That, where you are, is out of place,

My Love for you, possesses me,
Ever growing in my heart,
The thought of ever being free,
Would be the horse, behind the cart.

I see you rise, blink sleep filled eyes,
As you smile at the dawning light,
Your love for me oft does surprise,
That you loved me through the night.

Your every day, so full of chores,
Do you ever find time, for me,
I love you even when you slam doors,
When frustrated, and seek to be free.

Sometimes, you knock my Love away,
Breath often carries words that curse,
There is little I can do or say,
When you feel I've failed, or worse;

One day, I know, you'll see me right,
That my Love for you be sublime,
I'll be silent, when you want to fight,
So we can reconcile, at the perfect time.

My Love survives, though I close my Gate,
When I can no longer hold back the rod,
When you that I Love, determine your Fate,
I'll Always Love You, Sincerely, GOD
AMEN

A Letter of Love needs Seven Seals,
As does the Book of Revelation,
In Life, or Death, Church Bell Peals,
Over Peoples, or Wayward Nation.
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The recent recurrence of a fly bothering the President, caused an Old Country song to pop into my echo chamber, 'Shoo - Fly,' and the following humor did present itself:

Ode to the Fly
By Arley Steinhour 012613

Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
I the King of the whole country__.

Making speech to the whole country,
A Stupid fly come bother me,
If it knew, who I be,
It would never land on me.

Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
I the King of the whole country__.

Beelzebub, King of the fly,
Make me mad, you gonna die,
Next fly comes, and my head espy,
I will flame the whole darn sky.

Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
I the King of the whole country__.

Laugh at me, you prejudice,
Even though your joke may miss,
One thing sure you get no kiss,
Watch my tongue, if I should hiss.

Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
Shoo fly, don't bother me,
I the King of the whole country__.

amen

Fan the air, the fly don't care,
When it's in love, with your face,
Vacationing high, up in your hair,
You are its favorite 'landing place.'
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INCOMING OUTGOING
By Arley Steinhour 012613

In a basket or a bucket,
To the chopping block it goes,
Does it fly, or do they truck, it,
Or, do they put a ring in nose?

The crippled and the old folk,
Easy, for cuts to overtake,
Cutback fires, ready not to stoke,
Benefits, first to be tied to stake.

Digging deeper still, a notch or two,
We find the Veteran who be first,
Those cast away, when job is through,
Make them and Retired really thirst.

We've been down this road, many times,
When there is 'Saving,' to be done,
Patriotic Veterans, always pay the fines,
And the 'Thank You, battle never won.

Don't think that we are complaining,
No, we've seen this game, before,
Onto others, benefits keep raining,
As we're booted out the back door.

The Unions, need not, to worry,
They voted right, and we did not,
They eat T-bones, we eat Curry,
They go to Doctor, we seek a 'plot.'

This may sound like we're complaining,
Be assured, it's not at all like that,
But, when the bad times do start raining,
You'll need to find your own foil hat.

By then, so many will be gone,
You'll wonder where we went,
As you reap what you've sown,
Here's the address, of why I vent:

'Trashing Tricare' freebeacon.com/trashing-tricare/

AMEN

This site won't be there very long,
So read it while you're able,
Repent to Christ, sing a happy song,
Or be part of Satan's Stable.
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Gary Leo Olson Jan. 15, 1956 - Jan. 23, 2013
CULBERTSON, Nebraska -- Gary Leo Olson, 57, died Wednesday (Jan. 23, 2013).
Funeral at First Baptist 1010 E 6th, McCook, NE 69001 020113, at 1:30P.
Carpenter Breland Funeral Home officiating. [phone]

Gary L Olson HOME
By Arley Steinhour 012713
Dear, Father God,
With Praise, and Prayer, we lift to you,
Supplication, you will hear through,
Number uncountable, soon serving you,
We now come to bid our Brother, Adieu.

Gary Olson, now there, ahead of us,
We gather to Inter, his mortal frame,
To close pain and grief, with little fuss,
Through glorifying your Holy Name.

Your Agape Love, carried him home,
Your Blessing, on him, now begins,
Eternity with you, no more to roam,
Justified, free, of all mortal Sins.

Month One, day Fifteen, Nineteen-Fifty-Six,
Our Friend, and Brother, graced this world,
Growing, Learning, Playing with sticks,
Parents proud, as his life-flag unfurled.

Twenty-Thirteen, Month One, Twenty-Third day,
Years, Fifty-Seven, and Eight days, it be,
Gary graduated, to Thee, to stay,
With prayers, throughout the Land of the Free.

Brothers, and Sisters, around the World,
Kept vigil with Prayer, that Your Will be Done,
Gary's mortal flag of life, now in Temple, Furled,
With his walk in your word, truly won.

May he welcome us, and show us around,
When you call us all, Home to you,
Where Purity, and Agape Love, abound,
When our mortal race, in Christ, is through.

AMEN

Our walk through this mortality,
Can cost one much, or set one free,
'Graduation,' Old, or not, from Humanity,
We must be His, when what is, will be.
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Life Walk Home, is Done Alone