Praise and Poetry II

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SOUTH PACIFIC BRAG
By Arley Steinhour 032513
To my daughter Rebecca
If I may take some time to brag,
I'd like to mention an Island hag,
A special woman, of devious means,
Presenting almost mystical scenes.

She acted in the Broadway play,
Performed by locals yesterday,
Eighty people took their part,
Drove an arrow into my heart.

The Play, was of South Pacific fame,
For what went on, the perfect name,
Like Shangri-La, not on all maps,
Where hate and war were Satan traps.

They sang, they danced, as actors do,
Hard to tap, with sand and no shoe,
But, like their voice, each step sang,
Even, at times with Hillbilly Twang.

The regal Frenchman fell in love,
With a young Lieutenant, from above,
The problem, he had children, two,
That complication she couldn't see through.

The Sailors, all, were 'Lost at Sea,
Off beaten path, of even War, they be,
The only recreations allowed,
Was for 'Men Only,' a Social Shroud.

But, back to that one, of whom I spoke,
She, filling the play with love and joke,
To make a 'buck,' she wouldn't tarry,
Her misgiven name, be 'Bloody Mary.'

She didn't have the leading role,
She wasn't the island, but more the shoal,
Protecting natives, from Sailor boys,
Island girls were hidden, not used for toys.

Mary sang, and hopped, and crude, no fluff,
Selling shrunken heads, and grass skirt stuff,
With voice so haunting, did steal the heart,
Soul-mated to her, audience felt her part.

We laughed, we cried, with Bloody Mary's charm,
With her, on Tiny Island, without doing harm,
We sang, along, seat danced our parts,
She filled every inch of our happy hearts.

If by chance you didn't attend the show,
You had a much better place to go,
You missed an experience you should'a-otter,
You missed loving Bloody Mary, my talented daughter.
AMEN

Bloody Mary, is the Gal we love,
Keeps us happy with a war above,
She finds humor in most everything,
With little to nothing, she makes hearts sing.
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The Liar Finds Fire
By Arley Steinhour 032613
Inspiration thanks, Jaina Olaya Domingo
Father God,
This world spins on its North and South,
You set the orbit, around Your Sun,
Deceit and lies, flow from people's mouth,
Often serious, but mostly just for fun.

The more hearts that don't know you,
The less they seem to care,
How much they make others Blue,
And as proof, that you're not there.

The trusting heart, oft led astray,
Is susceptible to true looking lies,
Lies, and trouble, search night and day,
Too often, someone is caught, and cries.

The WEB has made the world fair game,
We can talk to others, with Facebook ease,
People who lie to show superior sway,
Feel they may do just as they please,

They do not understand your way,
'Liar' is abomination, before your eye,
And when found guilty, on Judgment day,
If they're able, I'm sure they'll cry.

Christians, accepting the lie as truth,
Often, feel that they too did sin,
Heartbroken forgiveness like pulling a tooth,
Father of liars, tries to move in.

Please strengthen the heart that is broken,
Show Liar their crime, against Your Creation,
In a way, that both know, You have Spoken,
They will witness your Love to their Nation.

Lessons learned, Peace on Earth,
On this day, Passover, you died,
To pay the Sin Price, for all of 'Birth,'
To be Reborn, part of Your Family Pride.

AMEN

The liar, as witness, or playing a game,
We'll find in Hell, They're given another name,
Eternal Anguish, in Lake of Flame,
Because on Earth they played the 'Lie Game.'
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The Eyes of Chica
by Arley Steinhour 032713

I feel that Jesus, just might say:
Look here, Disciples, Mine,
Chica runs and plays, without her eyes,
Through her faith in Me, so Fine.

I show her in her heart of hearts,
Obstacles, and open ways.
No hesitation, in all she starts,
Nor how rough the route, or stays.

Sharing her love, of life, and Me,
With those who be passing by,
Shows the world, she can truly see,
Those who do, will never die.

AMEN

Joy, Oh, joy, ball wants to play,
I think I'll have another joyous day,
Lead me, guide me, teach me, Your way,
You surround me with your perfect Stay:
www.coolestone.com/media/5559/Chica-The-Dog-Sees-With-Her-Heart/

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Choosing Sides
By Arley Steinhour 032813

I faded off to sleep, last night,
This day's Evening, the day you died,
You went to Cross, without a fight,
From the stories men had lied.

I woke to Sun shining in window,
About the time you carried the Cross,
People taunting, from child to widow,
Not knowing, your death, is not our Loss.

You took the burden of all our Sin,
You wouldn't allow Pilot to set you free,
If you didn't sacrifice, no soul would win,
Bride-price paid as our betrothal to thee.

You will not drink of the wedding wine,
Until you drink it with us and the Father,
Mansions done, table set, quite fine,
Day of Snatching, in time, not much farther.

Prophecy, seems to be right on course,
Events, like Travail, in occurrence,
With the Bride, you remove restraining force,
That, Tribulation, of Seven, may commence.

Perfect alignment of days happenings, so rare,
This year happens to be one perfect fit,
The significance important enough to share,
But, we need Keep the Watch, and enjoy all of it.

AMEN

Two Thieves, beside Him hung,
One on each side, both gave tongue,
He on Left berated, he on Right entreated,
Left, Hell, defeated, Right, Paradise, seated.
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Rosie the Posy
By Arley Steinhour 032913

Rosie is a Posy, a different kind,
Her searching through a lens,
For Godly Beauty, most can't find.

She sneaks up on a plant, in bloom,
Top of mountains, or deep of fens,
In hand, a camera, with a lens of 'Zoom.'

With Eye for Beauty, and perfect angle,
Rosie seeks that moment, fleeting, true,
To capture a beauty, only God can finagle.

That beauty found, and carefully captured,
Suspends a perfect moment for you,
The one that fits your heart, enraptured.
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To capture a moment of God's creation,
That hints at the beauty of His station,
Can live in memory, until Graduation,
To be a Bright Spot, in mortal situation.
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Out of Egypt
By Arley Steinhour 032913

Pharaoh, after plagues of Pain,
Tells Moses, 'I Let your People Go,
Come to Egypt, never again,
As long as sky has earth below.'

The oldest, dead, in every home,
Was, the last straw, breaking back,
In fear of God, he lets them roam,
Rather than, with Army, form attack.

Three days and nights, they traveled,
Even the Old and infirm, could run,
They headed South, on a route untraveled,
Unleavened Bread, a fare of one.

A Cloud by day, to cool the hot Sun,
And a Pillar of fire, at night, for light,
Israel walked at a pace horses run,
As they had nothing in which to fight.

Winding and turning, Pillar led the way,
Unto Waddi Watir, they be trapped,
Pharaoh was coming to keep or slay,
With the terrain, no escape, entrapped.

Thunder, the sound, the war chariots made,
As rock sounds, with hooves, harmonize,
Much of the people now wished they had staid,
In bondage, as slave, feeling Moses told lies.

The pillar of fire held back Pharaohs warriors,
As Moses, held high, his snake of a staff,
God's might breath parted the waters,
As Millions of Israeli crossed, holding breath.

God, did relent, once his people passed over,
Pharaoh and warriors, soon, did give chase,
Closing the ground, warriors became bolder,
Until the waters collapsed back into place.

Pharaoh, and warriors, all died that apply,
Off Watir, the valley, in a watery grave,
Moses, and people, head for Mount. Sinai,
For reunion, with God's Law, He gave.

The trip, Seven days, unto His mountain,
The Feast of eating Unleavened Bread,
The story continues, like water from fountain,
Throughout Israel's Forty years, on road, ahead.

AMEN

Math, says it couldn't happen,
Science logistics, many a quirk,
How can the little brain of man be open,
Enough to understand, God made it work.
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My Banning Christianity Opinion
By Arley Steinhour 032913

Dear leaders, and Influencers, of this country and world,

As I read news, each day, I find, more and more that Christianity seems to have become a 'Four - letter - word,' worthy of almost every negative reaction in the book, starting with 'banning,' celebrations, and expression, to actual murder of known Christians. I will not elucidate all the different negative ways, if I could, but cannot, since it seems there are new ways of being 'negative' about Christianity, invented daily. The most common reasons, for this contempt, if not hatred, is 'Consideration for other religions, Diversity of faith,' and so on. I will therefore, simply share how I feel about all of the negative opinions, press, and physical violence, against my Faith, Christianity.

You may ban Christianity, from the School, from the workplace, from the home, also, ... from any public, or private place in the world, but one, the heart/mind. That, you cannot access, only stop it biological function, and bury/burn the dross I leave behind, as I graduate to my real home, wherever Jesus, my God is, ironically, very soon, right here on planet earth.

Christianity, is the only Religion, so to speak, on earth, even with all the mortal corruption infesting some aspects of this Faith, that tolerates all other (IMO false) religions, because we not only have 'Truth' on our side, but Prophecy, over 2,500 years old , that tells us what is about to happen, when the signs, as presently seen, come to pass, at the same time. Yet, all the false religions and non-religious people, who deny the Son of Man, hates Christianity, and Worship of Yahuah, God, who Loves mankind, so much He actually came to earth, to tabernacle with us, and pay the ultimate price for our Sins, through His death, on the Cross, so that we can be Justified, as worthy of being with/before Him, for Eternity; we only need believe, and trust, He did come to save, and He did Pay the [Bride] price, demanded for Sin, 'the Death of a Perfect volunteer,' God, in the person of Yahushuah/Jesus/Emanuel, with total guarantee of vindication, and justification. All other religions has lists of items a person must do, to be found worthy of redemption, without any guarantee of acceptance, as does Christianity. Judaism, though still rejecting Messiah, will, soon, cry out to Yahushuah, as Meshach, and turn their worship back to Him.

This Pesach/Passover celebration, of Israel's exodus from Egypt, of Messiah's exodus from mortality, spent forming up the New Covenant, will soon, be over, and yet another Covenant will be placed in effect, upon His Return to rule for a Thousand years. The only Religion, so to speak, that will not endure the time on earth, well Prophesied as 'Hell on Earth,' are the peoples of Christianity, who are not deigned to suffer God's Wrath. All others, still alive, at that time-frame in Tribulation, will suffer greatly.

So, Ban Christianity, if you wish. Only you, banning, and those supporting bans on Christianity, will pay dearly for your error. I am a Man of God/Emanuel, therefore a brother, or an outlaw, determined by your belief. Maranatha, Lord Jesus. Come soon for your Bride, the Church.

Arley Steinhour

All ashore, that's going ashore,
All suffer, for Seven years more,
All aboard, that's coming aboard,
All Praise, Redemption of our Lord.
Which direction are you going??
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Good Morning God 033013
By Arley Steinhour

Dear Father God,
Bless this day to your Glory,
Add my part to your Justification,
I come to you, with praise and supplication,
That my country Repents back to mighty station;

Not for of what we do, say, or feel,
but because of what you do,
It is Your justifying that's real,
When Repentance is heartfelt, and true.

Dear father God, All Mighty God,
The world has gone insane,
Stupidity, and Anti-You,
Insults now fall like rain.

Your people, Christianity,
Has, for two thousand years,
Had, persecution weighty,
Often, to point of tears.

We wonder why our Groom don't come,
to snatch us all today,
But in our hearts, expectation,
We're not far from that special day.

Close enough to keep the watch,
That we might see you, in the sky,
In hope's to catch a glimpse of you
As you're swiftly passing by.

We're ready for that feeling, too,
Where we are lighter than the air,
Sailing through the Heavens, Blue,
Eternity before you, without a Sinful care.

Find, and clean away the dross,
Sanctify our hearts, and more,
Make us worthy, of the Cross,
As we pass through Heaven's door.
AMEN

Too soon the Beast goes on his ride,
To steal every man, he's able,
To a point, where no person can hide,
Filling Dragon's Hell-fire Stable.
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Before the Sun the SON
By Arley Steinhour 033113 at 0413

Before the waking hour of day,
They came to tomb where you did lay,
A time of mourning, before sun was seen,
Dark of night and sunrise, between;

Sunrise not for minutes yet,
On this day, may we never forget,
From heaven, you did come to see,
Your mortal children who won't praise thee.

Most, it seems, did turn their back,
They'd rather own a no room shack,
You raised the dead and fixed the bone,
Made eyes to see, yet they left you alone.

Dear God, you came to live with man,
What man did, was show back of hand,
Dawning soon, this First Fruits, Day,
By Waving the Sheaf of Barley display.

Bread with leaven, Forty-nine days away,
Marks, when Holy Spirit comes to stay,
To live within the believers heart,
Thus, completing Justification part.

Upon your death, three days ago,
You didn't rest, you went below,
To save the old saints, from place, Sheol,
Gathered their bodies, so with you they'd go.

When you died, graves were opened wide,
Graves of old Saints, Satan couldn't hide;
No one knew why graves marked opened out,
If they had, they'd have given a shout.

No one arose, without your sway,
But when you did, so did they,
A Haunting end to darkness play,
They rose with you, to see New Day.

New day came, after women arrived,
Before Mary Mag. realized you are alive,
As great sadness started to fill her eye,
She thought they'd hidden you, bye and bye.

The heavy stone door did not bar the way,
You had risen, before that First Fruits day,
The point of this, is that all men strive,
In accepting the fact, You ARE Alive.

AMEN

With His mighty hand as God,
He swept the stone away,
So we might be spared the 'Rod,'
And we, never more will Stray.
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Bride Making
By Arley Steinhour 033113

You made us an offer none should refuse,
An offer, that for eternity we can use,
You paid the price even though we reject,
Without acceptance, we can't be 'Elect.'

We that accept you, become your Bride,
When we do, eyes are opened wide
Holy Ghost will, then, move right in,
To live in the heart, and reject future Sin.

Dross removed, so we can walk the Walk,
With study, and Spirit, even talk the Talk,
With Spirit, amen, we're on our way,
We're part of the Bride, for Eternal Day.

You say that you'll return one day,
When Father says 'Snatch your Bride away,'
Before the Tribulation can ever begin,
Bride won't be a part of that time of Sin.

Like Ten virgins, we wait our turn,
Preparing for you, and Bride things learn,
Half keep lamps filled, should you come late,
Half didn't worry about the late date;

Laodicea would be their name,
A lamp without oil, is just the same,
Coming to Jesus, some miss the boat,
if they were ships, they wouldn't float.

Folks, Tribulation is nigh, at the door,
When Jesus comes, we can't leave as a whore,
To those who've, somehow, fallen away,
You'll have one chance, called Jacobs Day,

For Seven Hellish years, called Tribulation,
Freedoms lost, jammed into one-world nation.
A time when turning to Jesus means death,
With Eternal Life, in your very next breath.

Many souls will turn, dear Lord, to you,
And end up where the skies are blue,
Even those, saved in the eleventh hour,
Sin-dross falls away, with cleansing power.

Repenting and crying, we all realize,
Unsaved, we were sighted, only by eyes,
The wedding feast, on table, complete,
Once Bride is presented, at Fathers feet.

Numbers, past counting, Praise being our fare,
Each of us a Bride-part, different, but share,
An ear, eye, or finger, even a hair
The bride complete, is standing there

A thousand years, we take to assemble,
Your perfect bride, we be, and resemble,
Blessed by You, each flake of skin,
Never more, to live in Sin.

Ah yes, the time is very short,
To be a part of your cohort,
Join together, ye pieces of Bride,
Don't turn to Satan, stand tall, don't hide.

AMEN

The napkin is folded, He will Return.
When will mankind ever learn,
Jesus, is God, reject Him, and Burn,
Or, open your heart, and for Him yearn.
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LAMININ and the CROSS
By Arley Steinhour 040213

I was sitting here, in a ponder,
When thoughts began to wonder,
To frustration in my witnessing,
To the Scientific minded wing.

What could I say, to awaken,
Their faith, I see as shaken,
Awakening knowledge, that can fly,
Beyond the Rainbow, past the sky.

Somewhere, be a heart-lock key,
To open Science-hearts, to see,
The Truth of God, Creation King,
Placing them under Salvation Wing.

What makes man tick, or even live,
These answers, very few can give,
The Science mind, has many answers,
To the point of, 'Half-taught' dancers.

Some time ago, the name man knew,
'Laminin,' Man's life-structure glue,
Recently, Science could show the face,
'Laminin's shape,' holds all in place.

Scientific minds must be aghast,
To see the binding 'Glue,' at last,
Laminin, shaped just like the Cross,
Where, Jesus, our Christ, His life Lost.

Two Thousand years, the Cross has held,
Christians together, not knowing the 'Weld,'
Now we know, Jesus started with Laminin,
Completed at Cross, to Satan's Chagrin.

Laminin, is God's Mortality glue,
Cross, is God's Eternity shoe,
To Save the Scientist, from Satan's Sin,
Speak, only one Science word, "Laminin."
AMEN

The Cross, it seems, the Perfect Match,
For Spirit, and Body, the Perfect Latch,
Welded together makes the Perfect Batch,
Of Humans, His Lambs, the Perfect Catch.
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The Iron Lady
By Arley Steinhour 040913

The Iron Lady, of U K fame,
Gave to the world, a Leader's Name,
And, earned position, with ability,
Without advantage of Family Tree.

Women fed on her great success,
To obtain their stature without the stress,
That comes with leading of the 'Pack,'
Or suffering on the Government Rack.

Will Margaret Thatcher ever take the lead,
As the Guide, who women, all were freed,
That name, to use, as a 'Call to Arms,'
Or follow those, with murderous charms?

We leave it up to the History Channel,
Or, maybe even, an Erudite Panel,
Margaret, then, may earn her rewards,
Swimming 'Channel,' before Political Fords.

See you on the Other Side, with Jesus.
AMEN

Rest in Peace, You Earned Your Fleece.
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Spring Weather
By Arley Steinhour 040913

My house was nice and comfy warm
As, this morning, we weathered a storm,
High winds, low temperature, freezing rain,
My car frozen shut, staying home, to complain.

Some folks around found hail, golf ball sized,
In Southwest Nebraska, no one's surprised,
High winds, the worst part of any Storm day,
Made it difficult for dogs and horses to play.

Siren sounding, folks took to the shelter,
Tornados can blow things helter-skelter,
This time the siren worked on automatic,
No switches pulled, must have been static.

Rain that fell, seemed to freeze in place,
Rockville's Three inches, Ice-skating the race.
Around the State, in many places,
Roofs were stripped, with damaged faces.

Temperature holding at about twenty,
Cold enough to need extra blankets, a-plenty,
A good thing to do, with weather like today,
Best place to be is inside with the Book, and Pray.

If you don't like the weather, you know what they say,
Wait till it's perfect, sometime that same day,
I don't want to travel, nor slip-slide a race,
Besides, I am sure that my car's frozen in place.
(But not this bad)
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Concerned about NOTHING
By Arley Steinhour 041013

At breakfast, I put Creamer in cup,
A touch of Sugar, went in, too,
Before I started, this day to sup,
That's truth, from me to you.

You may ask, why I address,
This simple fact, in my Life,
'There are those, who would suppress,
My decisions, by causing strife.'

These people, we somehow elected,
Set Constitution aside, ignoring,
'Freedoms,' now being 'Infected,'
Even pass a law against snoring.

Amendments, one, two, three, and more,
Rights sacrosanct, as were written,
They illegally usher to trash-can door,
Like, by a Rabid dog, they're bitten.

They rant, they rave, they blather,
When they can't change our lives today,
With no true credentials, slather,
Without fail, seems to be their way.

The people of this country, Free,
Legal Protectors, of Family, and Home,
Have little time, for problem, to see,
Before life behind bars, and Dome.

This ditty, my opinion be,
You have the right to disagree,
At least as long as we are free;
Or, do nothing, until, nothing's to see.
AMEN

An excellent way to lose weight,
Is behind bars, and starving,
Being underweight won't abate,
When, by murder, our lives they're carving.
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The Call to Dine
By Arley Steinhour 04113

When Satan calls, he says 'Come Die,'
When Jesus calls, he says 'Come Dine,'
When Mother calls, she says 'come eat,'
Through Faith, its Satan, you must defeat.

The world is now topsy-turvy,
With 'Right' now being 'Wrong,'
Christian Faith now branded outlaw,
Even in a happy song.

We watch the sky, with tear in eye,
Bridegroom, just isn't there,
The faithful hide behind closed door,
With, few, or none to 'share.'

The people gain in number,
Who chide, that God has died,
Criticize, and chastise us, as 'Insane;'
Courts, the same, have even certified.

'The Security, of our Nation,' they say,
'Is at risk, from those who hate,
We must lock all the Christians up,
Their worldly goods, we'll confiscate.'

The list goes on and on, it seems,
Freedoms lost, by the score,
Set aside, no longer bonafide,
As though they are, no more.

Too many take, what others make,
Entitlements they're called,
By description, and soon, inscription,
Our Constitution, now is bald.

Turn, not a hand, Freedom regain,
It may no longer work,
Soon enough, you'll feel the pain,
Your job, filled by 'Appointed clerk.'

A cousin of a cousin, assigned,
To the job, you did, so well,
So, you may join the 'Dead in Christ,'
For a Tormented, Eternal, Spell.

I mention this to scare you,
For attention, this it takes,
Eternal freedoms door, unused,
And, the hinge never breaks.

So, unlock your heart to 'open,'
Let Holy Spirit move in,
Repent, begging of Christ,
Forgiveness of your Sin.

AMEN

Soon, the Wedding Feast is served,
To Reborn, Christian Family,
Eternal, as if full deserved,
Secure, God-given Destiny.
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Party of the Celebrants
By Arley Steinhour 041113

Come to a Party,
Shed shoes, you can't wear,
No trousers or shirt,
Bring Love, to share.

Special occasion,
Wind-comb your hair,
Hoping to see you,
When we get there.

It might be a 'zoo,'
No cooking to share,
Bring only your 'you,'
Leave all earthly Care.

Table filled with fine 'fixin,'
The kind that won't rot,
To feed all the Children,
Growing kids eat a lot.

Oh yes, the children,
Big part of the show,
Must be a Billion,
The number, don't know

We Party, when Jesus,
Comes to take us away,
Our Homes are complete,
For our Eternal Day.

Once at the party
Showing Love is our part,
We'll celebrate hearty,
Thanking Jesus from heart.

We don't know the hour,
We don't know the day,
We should know the Season,
Nothing more can I say;
Except ... AMEN
Police are, probably, looking for me,
As a 'Flasher,' running free, on the street,
All the evidence, that they can see,
Indicates, I'm insane, at least incomplete.
(Come Fly, with me, Flying Robe is Free)
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Good Morning God 041213
By Arley Steinhour

Baruch Atah, Yahuah Elohenu Melek H'Olam,

If I could speak more Hebrew,
I could pray to you all day,
In the language of your people,
I'd then, have much more to say.

To praise you in your Holy Tongue,
In my years of life, since I was young,
I'd know your ways, Holy Spirit's rung,
With little left that be unsung.

Today, I live within your Tent,
You cleansed my heart, Heaven Sent,
Paid the Bride Price, Sin no more mine,
So I could better 'Toe the Line.'

I am working now, before your feet,
For greater blessing, and spiritual meat,
The meat of finding more people to hear,
Of Your teachings, to quell their fear.

Salvation, lasting Eternally,
Planned for all, but those who flee,
Father God, time is now short,
That you'll accept, those you court.

Repentance, the Key, for Salvation Gift,
By the Grace of God, He heals the Rift,
The 'Rift' between God's heart and yours,
The 'Rift' that only our God Cures.

The wound then heals, scar fades away,
Once again, with God, we spend our day,
But, now, the day is all Eternity,
Sinless and Pure, we're totally Free.

AMEN


Jesus fought and won the Fight,
I couldn't win on my own,
Now I'm Saved, Day and Night,
I no longer Stand Alone.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52623/

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Cups Overflowing
By Arley Steinhour 041213

This time, that we are almost in,
At best, called Tribulation,
A fancy name for 'Purge of Sin,'
Of the World, and Mighty Nations.

God proves to us, with Holy Ghost,
To exclude lies, that circumvent,
Perfection that belongs to most,
Proves His Truths, to be Heart-sent.

Many, will the Son bring Home,
To the Wedding Feast that day,
We, who never more will roam,
And, in Heaven's Temple, Stay.

No more the Sun, no more the cold,
No more the Heat, the skin to bother;
Eternal youth, never more be Old,
As Children, as Father, as Brother.

The Joy contained, within the heart,
Will overflow each several cup,
With each playing a special part,
As, with the KING, at Feast, we Sup.

I cannot speak to every Joy,
Without words beyond my Mortal,
We all may look just like a toy,
When in unison our lips chortle.

Please don't listen to Satan's Lies,
In Faith, join Jesus, in the skies,
Open your heart and lift your eyes,
From Sinful, to Saved, a Great Surprise.
AMEN

Look to the field, the 'Corn' in Ready,
The season is ripe, for the Harvest,
Tares are thick, keep the hand steady,
Only 'Corn' passes the Grace Test.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52625/

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Seven Days
By Arley Steinhour 041313

Old folks were quite beautiful,
Once upon a Time,
Every mouth of teeth was full,
Even, trees, we'd sometimes climb.

Working hard, bills to pay,
Wife, for kids, stayed home,
Dad enjoyed life that way,
Too much work, to roam.

Six days, a week, for labor,
Sunday, for Church, and eats,
Home-made, Vanilla flavor,
After Corn on Cob, and meats.

Roast Beef, Dogs, and Fried Chicken,
Could fill the plate real good,
Taters and Gravy, Finger lickin,
From a fire of hard Oak wood.

Iced Tea, and Lemonade we drunk,
To cool the sweated brow,
We all outran, an intruder Skunk,
Or, once or twice, a Mad-cow.

Ten, to Noon, was spent with God,
Noon, to Two, reserved for food,
Two to Four, with soft-ball and rod,
Then we left, for home with our brood.

Each good old day, was capped with sleep,
Fully rested by Sunrise morn.
Feed Cows, Pigs, Chickens and Sheep,
Head off to the job, or be planting corn.

Now I'm old, and more dutiful,
I show mileage on my brow,
I rise after the young and beautiful,
Can't remember, but, God knows how.

AMEN

Six days a week, no one there,
Those who come, are working hard,
Doing as God would have them fare,
Saving Treasure on their Reward Card.
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52635/

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The Path We Travel
By Arley Steinhour 041313

We need be on the 'narrow' path,
Destined for Heaven's Gate,
On the path, are pebbles,
That reacts with Believers Fate.

Not every foot, that travels,
Steps on the very same rocks,
There are different sized Pebbles,
As bedding for our socks.

Call the pebbles 'Denominations,'
On that same path they be,
Foot placement, on that path,
May be a footprint hard to see.

Thus, discussion turns to argument,
And the argument to war,
Brother fighting Brother,
Side by side, right at God's door.

Path Pebble size and its shape,
May cause Joy or Pain,
That causes all on path to earn,
Eternal, Loss, or Gain,

Determined by the footprint,
That we leave in place,
Through this mortality,
Called 'The Human Race.'

Some Christians, for their reason,
Seem to wear a Hob-nail Boot,
While others walk more softly,
As if on a moccasined foot,

Some, it seems, are racing,
Anxious to get to the door,
Some, may be fainting,
In Faith, weak, to 'Poor.'

Those, on the path,
For prolonged Christian life,
Has no greater reward,
Than the New Bride, as Wife,

Yes, they who Repented,
Just moments before,
He Snatches-away,
Only then, Shuts the Door.

Remember, 'Mishpochah,'
Hebrew 'Family,'
No matter when starting,
We're all 'Family Tree.'

Embrace those near-by,
With a hug, wash their feet,
We'll experience Great Joy,
In God's 'Eternal Retreat.'

AMEN

Each Believers prints,
Are found in The One,
God Bless' who made them,
When they follow, The Son .
Archive & pic. at: www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/52641/