Praise and Poetry II

[Keith]

Jan 27, 2013 13:18:43 GMT -6 navyblue said:

Gary Leo Olson

A friend, Arley?

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Friend and Christian Brother, the kind you always want to 'be there for.' We actually weren't that close, Socially, but Gary, his wife, Donna, Jean Lacey, and myself, tried to seed a Church, and instill our Minister, who had been run-off, by 'Old-biddies,' who didn't like his way of Preaching. I suspect they didn't like him being of 'Minority' persuasion, but God knows.
I am sure that Gary is with Jesus, and fairly sure, we all, at least I, should be graduating, any day now. We never know when Jesus is coming, or the body finally decides to send us home, from this learning experience, we call mortality.
Thanks for asking, and for the prayers, to everyone. Donna was overwhelmed, I believe, when I told her some of the countries people were praying for Gary from.
Keep the Watch. Jesus is close.

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On the subject of Front-Line Women Combatants:

Women in Combat
Lyrics by Arley Steinhour 012813
To Tune: (Come and lay down by my side)

Place a baby on her back,
and a rifle in her hand,
Give her reason to attack,
You'll have the meanest in the land,

When she's done, you'll have surprise,
As she wipes mud from her eyes,
None can stand-up to the Name,
Of, 'Combatant-Army-Dame.'

She's a woman in disguise,
Never trust her when she cries,
Streets ran red, from those who tried,
Only wise men, run and hide.

May the choice, to now allow,
Women Fight, not just 'serve chow,'
Be a wise and honored choice,
To when History lends it's voice.

This step forward, some won't take,
'Train as Warrior,' fighter make,
Safe in job, behind the line,
'Support,' so other Warriors shine.

She's still a woman in disguise,
Never trust her when she cries,
Streets ran red, from those who tried,
Only wise men, run and hide.

AMEN

In IDF, gal's fit right in,
No one there calls it a sin,
They fight for Country and their Kin,
And, IDF seems to always Win.
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[Keith]

Jan 28, 2013 12:21:34 GMT -6 navyblue said:

Thanks for asking, and for the prayers, to everyone.

May you and all his family and friends take comfort that he's with the Lord, Arley.

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Good Morning God 072611
By Arley Steinhour
(modified 012913)
Dear Father God,
I wake up to you, this morning
As Sun slowly lights the sky
Happy in my knowing
Another night's gone by

Sun rising higher in the heaven
Shows trees and clouds and such
A reminder of your Love as Leaven
Makes the heart swell oh so much

I marvel at your Power
I marvel at your Grace
You light this day up just for me
So I can see your Face

This day is laid out for me
I only need perceive
Never forced upon me
To taste the Love I need receive

The beauty of this day is there
The world can plainly see
Showing just how much you care
Salvation offered Free

Your light flows through the window
As does your Love for mankind
Love for all on earth below
Yet some refuse to Love in kind

We that love you have one goal
Witness, You and your Salvation
To those living as Satan's foal
Or wayward leader of a nation

Please shower us with sunshine
May it sparkle in our smile
May we drink your Blood-wine
And run the Winner's extra mile.

AMEN

We stand before an Awesome God,
Feathers dark with Mortal Sin,
He has no choice but use the Rod,
Except when Jesus Christ steps in,
Because We'd Repented.
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Sight in the Light
By Arley Steinhour 013013

I woke up to the light of day,
After completely oversleeping,
First thoughts, sending praise your way,
To Release the love my heart is keeping.

To start my day, needs you in front,
Of everything I think, say and do,
Without you, Dear Jesus, I would but grunt,
Turning day to mud, to wallow through.

So many ways to praise your name,
I recall the miracles you've done, and do,
Your Glory shines, as I ponder your fame,
Who, raises to life four day dead?, only you.

Your miracles, all seemed to fit,
You speak your word, the healing done,
Except, when you used the dirt and spit,
To give a blind man sight he'd never won.

I troubled, and I pondered long,
What made this a special healing fact
After prayer, and supplication song,
Your soft clear voice, explained your act.

You graced an answer, soft to my heart,
To that end, you went back to beginning,
To that day, East of Eden, at Garden start,
In that short time before there was 'Sinning.'

Your question branded deep into my heart,
Soft and Sweet, so I then could see:
"In Creation, how did I make the Adam part?,"
The joy of hearing you, overwhelmed me.

The man, 'blind,' devoid of 'normal fare,'
From birth, hadn't had facility for sight,
Cornea and lens needed, missing, nothing there,
Dirt and Spittle, created parts to 'See the Light.'

You are the 'Light,' you are the 'Way,'
Without Rebirth, road to Heaven isn't there,
When you live inside our mortal heart, with sway,
We can see the way, with the Light, you share.

AMEN

Only Jesus can wash away,
The dross of Sin we hold,
By Grace, Redeemed, this day,
Can we see His promises unfold.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51482/

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Vessel of Life or Strife
By Arley Steinhour 013113

An Arc of 'Life,' and Ship of Strife,
We're issued both, at birth,
Each offering, adventures in life,
Just one will dictate your worth.

Up-anchor, with two things on the mind,
To suck, and cry, display consternation,
Diaper changed, or food to find,
Returns us to 'Sleep anchor station.

Maturing in 'Infant Mentalities,'
We soon learn to giggle and smile,
Every infant, of all Nationalities,
Demands attention, for at least a mile.

Parents help load Arc and Ship with provision,
With exposure to love, or diverse T V,
Loading each vessel, unto derision,
To be used, and displayed, for world to see.

Each stage of life, contains more complication,
As, roll, crawl, and toddle, we roam,
Our world, getting larger, at each life-station,
Influence, Arc or Ship, that's chosen as home.

Aging, growing, changing swiftly,
Ship of Strife, much easier to sail,
Starting our teens, thinking we are nifty,
Not recognizing, ship soon be a beached whale.

The Arc of Life sets ignored, at anchor,
In Safe-harbor, with narrow gate,
Ship of Strife stronger, in spite of a canker,
Dumping 'Sin-rock,' so access, abate.

Accountability now, for the Vessel we use,
Gets much more important, each day,
We must repair the Arc, we abuse,
For accessing Arc of Life's Eternal-way.

A sparkling Yacht, or dull wooden Arc,
Full powered yacht, goes most anywhere,
Wooden Arc Blah, in light or dark,
With Beauty promised, once 'There.'

Shiny Yacht will carry one straight to Hell,
With Torment the eternal-fair,
Arc will blossom, at the Life Giving Well,
Into Blessings, beyond compare.

Repentance and Trust, a Salvation Must,
By Grace, you may change to the Arc,
Yacht, sinks out of sight, as it goes Bust,
We're soon in God's Light, no more Dark.
AMEN

New Jerusalem is an Arc,
The type I want to ride,
Big enough to dispel the dark,
Lots of room to abide.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51494/

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Last Hallelujah Psalm One Thirteen
By Arley Steinhour 020113

This is the last Hallelujah Psalm,
Perhaps, last year, we see mortal calm,
This year, before Tribulation, Great,
When man must repent, or face his fate.

We sit here, near the funeral pyre,
Feeling the Holy Spirit's fire,
Let Him fill the hearts of all in attendance,
And to you, dear God, Bless our dependence.

As this departed is laid to rest,
Call here in attendance, your faithful best,**
Not to endure Tribulation, by any name,
Of these seasons coming, all be to your fame.

Your Glory be, when all is done,
Through Jesus Christ, your only One,
Bringing an end to all man's woe,
May hearts be wise, so you they know.

Dear Lord, be with us, strongly here,
In the stress of the pyre, knowing you're near,
Be kind to those who've turned all hearts,
Hide us well, as Tribulation starts,

In Jesus' name, I ask this boon,
Soon, your Bride praise, beyond the moon.
To you, the Glory, Your Will, be Done,
Fill our hearts with Love, each and every one,

AMEN

He's waiting very patiently,
For Shofar call, that sets us free,
We plod along, ignore His voice,
Soon, the fare is without choice.
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War On the Wind
By Arley Steinhour 020313

Ripeness of war, does waif on the wind,
Israel the focus, to all who have sinned,
Prophecy wails that the timing is right,
Many invaders be destroyed in War-fight.

They take evil counsel, 'God's people are bad,'
Jealous like Cain, for Praise Abel has had,
The thought, 'if Jew gone, we can own God,'
Without understanding, they'll soon bear the Rod.

Kneel before Jesus, allow Him to lead,
All the bloodline and adopted, of Abraham's seed,
God then won't need to destroy Evil Heart,
We-All, can return to Loves Perfect Start.

Great Tribulation, will end many lives,
Soul from the body, soon, God's wrath divides,
Pure Hell on Earth, where no man can hide,
Heaven-bound lifted, Hell-bound cast aside.

We judge ourselves, by the choices we make,
Jesus died on the Cross, that we might awake,
The choice for forgiveness, soon goes away,
Once choice is gone, brings Eternal Day.

No Science on earth, can cleanse man from Sin,
When this body dies, too late for mercy from Him,
The choice we must make, to save us forever,
Must be made in mortality, to the Great Forgiver.

AMEN

Come to the Well, if just for water,
Open your heart, be God's Son or Daughter,
Jesus paid the price so we all can be Free,
Repent and Love Him, the only Key.
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I received this as an email, and I don't know who authored the words, I only know there is a story told, needing published around the world, so no one can say they don't know what Patriotism looks, and sounds like (read the words aloud, please):

The Battling Boys of Benghazi
(Author unknown (but appreciated))

We're the Battling Boys of Benghazi,
no fame, no glory, no paparazzi,
Just a fiery death in a blazing hell,
defending the country we loved so well.

It wasn't our job, but we answered the call,
fought to the consulate, and scaled the wall.
We pulled twenty countrymen from the jaws of fate,
led them to safety, and stood at the gate.

Just the two of us, and foes by the score,
but we stood fast, to bar the door,
Three calls for reinforcement, but all were denied,
so we fought and we fought, and we fought till we died.

We gave our all for our Uncle Sam,
but Barack Obama didn't give a damn.
Just two dead SEALs, who carried the load,
no thanks to us -- we were just "bumps in the road."

Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51548/

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Very Soon
By Arley Steinhour 020713

Faith, and Praising, must be done,
Face to Face, with the 'Only One,'
Justified, with Love filled heart,
Love for Jesus, the very best part.

Without Jesus, day still will start,
With produce loaded in a horseless cart,
All we do, without Love for Him,
Has ragged edges, and is never trim.

We'd do the best, that we are able,
Our life, like a wild horse, kept in stable,
Seeking ways to be free, to gallop in sun,
Thinking we've miss all of life's fun.

Then, one day, hear soft still voice,
Beseeching heart to make that choice,
The 'Choice,' that turns the heart around,
The day we say, 'My Lord, I've found.'

Life then, like Fruit tree, will only grow,
To yield sweet fruits, for others to know,
New Joy of Life, and sweet demeanor,
Optimistic viewpoint, and language cleaner.

Some 'friends,' will shudder, and run away,
Fearing, what they'll contract, if they stay,
Friends like that, would gladly throw first stone,
Should you stumble, with Blessing half grown.

At first you feel sad, with a 'Friend Vacancy,'
But, new sister or brother, soon wants to be,
Birds, of a Feather, do flock together,
When enduring Satanic Foul Weather.

He trips from the left, and trips from the right,
When sound asleep, he'll try tripping, at night,
The 'Armor, of Jesus,' we wear night and day,
No 'chinks' in His Armor, it keeps Satan at bay.

Why do I prattle, when most readers will know,
Just where in Lord Jesus, you are, and you go,
Remember His words, as the 'Time' soon to be,
The Snatching of Bride, when we truly be Free.

Witness, to all, friend and foe, without fear,
Tell them that Jesus, very soon, be right here,
Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Royalty Jesus be,
Emanuel, God With Us, for mankind to see.

AMEN

To Mankind, He came, as Servant to be,
Returning as King, to set mankind Free,
Still, some will rebel, and turn away,
Eternal their Torment, on Judgment Day.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51598/

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The Bridegroom
By Arley Steinhour 020813

There was a man from Galilee,
A man that few could truly see,
Born of Virgin, in manger of lamb,
Emanuel, GOD, The 'Great, I-AM.'

'Yahweh, God,' born to 'mortal man,'
From birth to grave, in Judah Clan,
Parents dare not call him, 'Emanuel,'
'Ya's Salvation,' Yeshua, hid him well.

Age Twelve, TORAH game of Razzle-Dazzle,
Kept Priests impressed, unto a Frazzle,
Three days, they searched Jerusalem,
Found him at Temple, teaching God's AMEN.

Little more known, until age of Thirty,
Presume, as a child, he played and got dirty,
Now, leap to the days of Mom's Cousin John,
Baptizing man, till 'Even,' from dawn.

Elected, to clear, a straight, narrow, path,
Baptizing people, for Sin that brings wrath,
With Strength, and calling, of Prophet Isaiah,
John's voice echoed, Prophesying Messiah.

The day came to pass, John, Yeshua approached,
For Baptismal Sealing, when Holy-Ghost is broached,
Over Three years, men followed Yeshua's calling,
To Let the world know, that soon, Satan is falling.

Those days of teach, plus heal sick, and blind,
Disciples, Apostled, plus dead raised, in kind,
Until, the day came, Yeshua called them aside,
Explaining the Time, and how he'll have died.

His life, He'd give, to redeem sinful man,
Purchase from sin, be His main plan,
'Son,' be Bridegroom, Church, be Bride,
Price freely Paid, with Death, certified.

Without cries of pain, Yeshua paid Terrible Toll,
Scourged, torn and bleeding, Hung on a Pole,
Six hours alive, on Pain-wracking Cross,
Price paid for all 'Sin,' often called 'Dross.'

Half Seven years Preaching, same, of days, in grave,
Resurrect on Firstfruits, Old Saints, with Him, save,
Ascending to Heaven, sit at right hand of God,
Returning, as King, to wield Iron Rod.

AMEN

There's more to the story, than paper can hold,
Redeemed by His blood, far better than Gold,
Believe in Yeshua/Jesus, as God and Savior,
Be absolved from Sin, be Bride of His Favor.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51634/

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Corporate Confession
By Arley Steinhour 020913

Dear Father God, our praise to you,
For the Love you have for this human zoo,
We walk away and curse your name,
Plant dead seed, and reap great shame.

Yet, still, you continue to Love us all,
We, who love you, and those who fall,
Each generation, begetting more,
Sadly, more, do chose the 'Whore.'

Children grow to age of 'Voice,'
To Choose Salvation they have 'Choice,'
Young turn from you, in droves, today,
Immature say, 'Stay young, and 'Play.'

The numbers dwindle, those choosing you,
So many prefer to be 'animal in zoo,'
Cared for daily, with special reward,
Cell-phone, T V, and nice 'Debit - Card.'

We run from you God, and fight with each other,
Draw blood, and kill people, even a brother,
Your Love keeps shining, trying to teach,
If counting, we'd number, 'Sand grains on Beach.'

Revival does flourish, in faraway places,
Where wars and rumors of, kill many faces,
Brothers and Sisters, believers in you,
Sent to the grave, for Loving you True.

You state, this will happen, in Prophecy word,
Most shrug off your warnings, as if it's unheard,
To Church, for a songfest, and maybe a prayer,
Some coin in the plate, and pretend that you're there.

We learn how to cope, and to donate more money,
To bribe you for Blessings, more toys, and 'Bank-Honey,'
We call you three, Father, Son, Holy Ghost,
Dip the knee slightly, then eat Barb-e-cued Roast.

Why do I Burden you, with the pain in my heart,
How can we regain, our Love felt at the start,
Forgiveness, we need, on our face we need pray;
For continued forgiveness, the Gift of Eighth Day.

AMEN, to you, Father, with 'P. S.' for mankind:
Pray to The SON, to clean heart and mind;
Only through Jesus, you shed your 'Sin-Load,'
Through His Blood only, have Heavenly Abode.

Your Choice, Give Voice,
Don't Wait, It's Late,
In HIM, You WIN,
Without, You're OUT.
Soon
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51638/

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Many Colors
By Arley Steinhour 021013

Day through day, A coat of many color,
Next to door, hangs on the wall,
Stitched by hand, for Jesus, no other,
To wear, snatching His bride, at Fathers call.

The Bride, as Church, Price paid at Cross,
Must agree, and sip Repentance wine,
Forever more, to suffer no more Dross,
For all Eternity, He paid Sin-Fine.

As the Bride, composed of many Souls,
From every Nation, Station, and Color,
Represented in shapes, by folds, and goals,
Comprising, sleeves, pockets, lapel and collar.

Soon, the Bridegroom, dawns His coat,
That coat of colors and shape,
Wearing proudly, as He fills 'Wedding-Cote,'
'Soul-Lambs,' equating His shoulder drape.

Seven day/years, food and feast-wines flow,
Celebration, for Bride and God's Son,
Bride presented at God's Throne, to show,
Heavenly Host, diverse perfection, as 'One.'.

A Thousand years, in 'Covenant-New,'
Jesus Rules with an Iron Rod,
As 'Perfect Bread,' His Rule, will 'Shew,'
Before presenting Man, to Father GOD.

Seven years, Tribulation be,
A curtain for Wedding Feast,
While we celebrate being free,
Those Left Behind, face the Beast.

The Coat of Many Colors, a flag,
For every living soul, on Earth,
Be a part of the 'coat,' or be a 'rag,'
The difference being Spiritual Rebirth.
AMEN

Separate pieces may fill bag, as a rag,
When sewn into garment, have beautiful design,
Yet, some 'color's,' might probably gag,
Sewn to a color, like yours, or, like mine.
Archive & Pic. At: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51644/

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Malachi and Prophecy
By Arley Steinhour 021213

Yesterday was quite a day,
Prophetic news profound,
It started in expected way,
Pope's health no longer sound.

Two, Twenty Eight, Pope resigns his post,
Too weak to carry his load,
Retiring, for time with Holy Ghost,
Awaiting, his new Abode.

Prophetic timing of Saint Malachi,
Once again predicts his vision,
The shortness of Benedict's Papacy,
Brings light on last Papal Season.

One Hundred Twelve, Popes he saw,
and wrote down, for each, similitude,
For Benedict, 'Olive' branch the claw,
His station test of Papal fortitude.

In weeks to come, we soon will see,
The last Pope of Malachi's vision,
A Hundred Eleven, correct he be,
Few dare offer, his Vision, derision.

'Petros Romanos,' the key to One Twelve,
'Peter the Roman, will nourish the flock,'
Blog-sites alive, much discussion to delve,
Prophecy students, ecstatic, from shock.

Tribulation, near on us, like 'Birthing Travail,'
Church/Bride, soon gone, 'Snatched away,'
This planet Earth, soon becomes Satanic Jail,
Those turning to Jesus, will have 'Hell to pay.'

Fourteen Hundred, Billy Graham's, there'll be,
Pray, Petros Romanos is one of God's 'Chosen,'
Malachi's vision says, 'to nourish,' from Holy See,
Save every Soul they can, to make them "Free."

There still is some time left, to turn your heart,
To Jesus, before Rapture closes the gate,
Redemption by Grace, no more has a part,
Redeemed 'Friend of Bridgroom,' is great.

Search your heart, and soon Repent,
Salvation is never too early to accept,
Ask Jesus, for space within His Tent,
Second death becomes, then, 'Inept.'

AMEN

St Malachi's vision 112:
Peter the Roman, who will nourish the sheep in many tribulations;
when they are finished, the city of seven hills will be destroyed,
and the dreadful judge will judge his people. The end. (Wikipedia)
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51671/

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Doom and Gloom
By Arley Steinhour, 021313

Some folk feel, I teach Doom and Gloom,
I say, That's only one side of the story,
I'm on Watch, looking for my Groom,
To spend Eternity in His Glory.

They feel that I should back away,
Like them, enjoy this life I live,
I've had a life, of work and play,
Given all the love, I had to give.

I've sailed the oceans, deep and blue,
Flew sky-high, sailed to bottom of sea,
I've seen most countries, I've wanted to,
I've even defended this 'Land of the Free.'

Class-time in schools, Twenty-Eight years,
My heart's aspiration, 'Help Save the world,'
Heard people laugh, and saw many tears,
With Life-flags, too many, too early, refurled.

Like it or not, Lives, I still try to save,
Instead of macho action, my witness to life,
From a Torment beyond, worse than the grave,
As, Part of God's Family, Free from Hell's Strife.

God's Prophecy, written, does give us the clues,
He has known the Ending, from the Beginning,
Understood by Believers, proves as Good News,
Unsaved sinners die, Redeemed, just keep Winning.

Events of the day, cry-out, Last-days are near,
Like 'Travail,' Woes and Judgments and Wrath,
Those, Reborn in Jesus, won't even be here,
Unsaved Refuters, endure 'Brimstone heated Bath.'

I don't find joy warning folks of 'The End,'
When they look in the mirror, not seeing their Sins,
Folks laugh, and Nay-say, against me, their friend,
I'll cry for you now, until my Real-Life Begins.
AMEN

Ever so close, what can I say,
Make your choice, Jesus today,
Redeemed, we'll Fly and Play,
Unsaved Stay, to be Blown Away.
[With this as Home, who needs 'A home away from Home??']
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FLY not DIE
By Arley Steinhour 021513

Many folks realize, they may Fly,
In the feeling, they may not Die,
Soon, Jesus comes with Shofar Horn,
To call away, All Christians, 'Reborn.'

Folks close by, may then realize,
We, the Bride, are His own Prize,
When we disappear before their eyes,
Some may wonder why they feel surprise.

Those, who sat upon 'the fence,'
Refusing choice of Repentance,
Will quickly come to realize,
They have missed, The Grand Prize.

Oh, they can still be 'Born-Again,'
Saved by God, as Eternal Friend,
But, never-more can be the Bride,
Some, ashamed, may try to hide.

The Seven years of Tribulation,
Hell on Earth, ends every Nation,
Seven Billion, start those years,
Only 'One' exits, with mortal ears.

A 'Remnant,' is the word to use,
In God's Salvation, they did Chose
To start Millennium, Jesus as King,
At best, 'One Billion, wears Wedding Ring.

Jesus wants all saved, His FAMILY,
Yet many refuse to be part of His TREE,
Torment of Fire, with Sulfur Smell,
For the 'Fallen,' man and Angle in HELL.

Choose to Repent, Serve Jesus, Be FREE,
We all, can be Bride, of God's Family,
Sing what you Say, Mean what you Sing,
Satan can't have you, he isn't 'THE KING.'
AMEN
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy Kingdom Come
Thy Will be Done
Soon, In Person.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51713/

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Signs of the Times
By Arley Steinhour 021613

On this wondrous, crisp Sabbath day,
I come before you, in my simple way,
Praising your name, in the comfort of prayer,
Convinced you will hear, as you're always there.

My breakfast was hearty, and tasty to eat,
With fresh brewed coffee, hot, and neat,
Prayer-time, on waking, was jumbled, at best,
You know where my heart is, without any test.

Prayer thoughts, still chewing, in my reverie,
The Pope is resigning, health and aging the key,
Saint Malachy's vision, now comes into play,
Pope, One One Two, to soon hold his sway.

'Signs of the Times,' flash like store neon lights,
Earth-shaking, diverse places, plus National war-fights,
Books on events, so quickly are written,
Seeking great profit, about world being smitten.

Many are dying, with the 'count' warming up,
Many souls lost, that Satan fooled with his cup,
His lies now flow, as Apostasy and Scam,
Too many forgetting, you're the Great "I AM."

Frustration, the cake, that I'm chewing upon,
False Teachings abounds, with Laity the Pawn,
Christian Believers, with no 'Bible-base,'
Follow their ears, and might lose the race.

We hound them to read, and Ponder your Word,
But, too many ignore us, as if they've not heard,
You said that they'd hate us, they hated you first,
Not knowing we can't lose, it's their Dam that's burst.

Forgive me, Dear Jesus, as I complain,
You already know what's giving us pain,
Family, and Friends, refuse to hear more,
Oft-times withdraw, or, show us the door.

Holy Spirit will make this prayer worthy of you,
In present form, you'd make my home the zoo,
Until graduation, when declared Justified,
No more pain, forgetting, I've ever cried.

AMEN

Bend the knee in fervent prayer,
Keep your cool, don't pull your hair,
Be advised, He's always there,
For you, Your Prayer, to Share.
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Lightning Strike
By Arley Steinhour 021713

Most say, 'A bolt of lightning,
Struck Basilica,' later in day,
After Pope announced 'Resigning,'
And dragging Prophecy into play.

From the 'Blue,' deep questions 'Flew,'
'Is this good or bad, that we should know,'
Those who study, that be few,
Would have an inkling, into the show.

Most all people, went about their way,
With a nod, and little Prophetic care,
Lightning strikes somewhere every day,
Coincidence, 'nothing there to share.'

I need to differ, with that thought,
Seeing God in all I see,
Triune lightning, strikes Cross, as aught,
For meaning, it may well-be.

There's not one bolt of lightning,
Looking closely, there are three,
Could be, Blessing, or be Frightening,
Good, or Bad, from God it probably be.

If Good, it represents, to me,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
If Bad, it forms a different tree,
Dragon, Beast, and False Prophet.

The larger bolt, big and strong,
No question who, in either vane,
Smaller, crisp, bolt, that tags along,
Then, be Jesus; or the Beast, for gain.

From the left, third bolt, like a shadow,
A weaker bolt, that's harder to see,
Holy Spirit, or False Prophet, few know,
Almost invisible, yet strong he be.

Converging down, from 'Left,' we see,
All three join, just above the Cross,
Striking Cross, as simultaneous three,
Right where we might think, they're Boss.

I offer this voyage, to Bible La-La land,
In the hope you'll see deeper thought,
Most, may discard it out of hand,
Soon, we'll know if this works, or, not.

If this makes you read your Bible Book,
I've done what I've tried to do,
So many answers there, if we just look,
of Great Benefit, to me, and, every - You.

AMEN

When you take 'the Bigger View,'
'Shadow Bolt' is easier to see,
Most times, recognized only by few,
Is important part of both Trinity.
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Heavy Weather SAIL
By Arley Steinhour 021813

Weather-man says, 'It's turning bad,
The kind, we'll wish we never had,'
At least a foot, most places see,'
'Snow-birds' might just want to flee.

Monday, today, per Calendar on wall,
Radio offered, Snow-filled winter call,
Two days, before we see the storm,
Need extra blankets, to keep self warm.

Round the world, the weather's weird,
Without reason, like disheveled beard,
Volcano's blowing, earth-quaking, stuff,
Too much moisture, or not enough.

Scoffers cry: 'Man-made events,
Destroying planet,' their major vents,
So smart, yet little do they know,
It's God, who really runs the show.

What we see today, was Prophesied,
Six-Thousand years, and hasn't lied,
Science minds, just rant, and wail,
'End of Era,' sets Heavy Weather Sail.

'Era Closing,' for man, Great Tragedy,
But, for many, it turns 'Eternal Life Key,'
Unlocking the Gate, before Heavens Door,
Through Eternity, we take wing and Soar.

Today's events, don't require we suffer,
Reborn heart feels joy, with Jesus the buffer,
Belonging to Him, Church is God's Bride,
Rapture, removes us, from all harm, espied.

Eyes, have no need of tear-gauze,
We're no longer under God's Laws,
Hearts, filled with Praise,
For God's Eternal Ways.
AMEN

Through the Storm, God's Rainbow shines,
With promise, of much better times,
With God, and Jesus, as Family,
When Sin, and Death, we no longer See.
Archive & Pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/51745/