Praise and Poetry by Arley

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Not exactly poetry, but so much fun to read,
Child-like wisdom has the key to Faith we all should Heed.
So, settle back and open heart, to see the wisdom here,
Suffering the child-like mind, to remove from heart all fear.

Fifth Grade Homework
Email Author, unknown

A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school
asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use
them in 20 ways to communicate ideas about God.

Here are some of the results (Wouldn't this be great if it was taught in every school?):

God is like
BAYER ASPIRIN
He works miracles.

God is like
FORD
He's got a better idea..

God is like
COKE
He's the real thing.

God is like
HALLMARK CARDS
He cares enough to send His very best.

God is like
TIDE
He gets the stains out others leave behind. ..

God is like
GENERAL ELECTRIC
He brings good things to life.

God is like
WAL-MART
He has everything.

God is like
ALKA-SELTZER
Try Him, you'll like Him

God is like
SCOTCH TAPE
You can't see Him, but you know He's there.

God is like
DELTA
He's ready when you are.

God is like
ALLSTATE
You're in good hands with Him.

God is like
VO-5 HAIR SPRAY
He holds through all kinds of weather

God is like
DIAL SOAP
Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish
everybody did?

God is like
U.S. POST OFFICE
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will
keep Him from
His appointed destination.

God is like
CHEVROLET
The heart beat of America

God is like
MAXWELL HOUSE
Good to the very last drop

God is like
B O U N T Y
He is the quicker picker upper … Can handle the
tough jobs … And Won't Fall Apart on You

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Curtain Rising on Christianity
By Arley Steinhour 041811 (eve of Passover)

Passover comes upon us, once the Sun is fully set,
To start the day of Sacrifice, that pay’s our Sin-filled debt.

Four days, the Pascal Lamb was watched explicitly,
For blemish, or impurity, to disqualify Lamb totally.

The Lamb of God, named Jesus, passed the Priestly Test,
As High Priest, just like Pilot, finds ‘No Fault,’ in the Best.

Perfect is the decision, to allow the Lamb to die,
This time Killing Him in Hate, makes one want to cry.

Through the day of Sacrifice, Prophecy did fill the day,
Events and timing filled to perfection, in a heinous way.

Found Perfect at Sun Rising, about Six o’clock that day,
When most folk were awakening, to enjoy a Pascal Play.

Scourged, and hung upon the Cross, by Nine, the Morning ‘Even,’
Between, two thieves, quite guilty, for living the life of an Heathen.

One on the Right, berates the Lord, for not saving self and them,
But from the Left, a plea to Jesus, to remember at Kingdom, him.

‘I tell you truly,’ said He, ‘you’ll be in Paradise, with me,’
Blessing the thief upon the Left, with perfect Eternity.

The Priests, and peoples taunted, a miracle wanted to see,
Daring Jesus, come on down, to prove the King He be;

Jesus kept His heart as pure, as He always had before,
Pleading to the Father, “Forgive them, as they know no more.”

High Noon came, as the sky did darken, looking very grim,
On Temple mount, the Pascal lamb was tied to the Alter rim.

At the time of ‘After Even,’ the High Priest his thirst did voice,
On the Cross, Jesus thirsted, vinegar on Hyssop was his only choice.

Our Sins were weighing heavy on our Savior by that time,
Calling out to God on High, Psalm twenty two, said it fine.

‘My God, My God, why do you forsake me,’ Jesus cried so mournfully,
God couldn’t look upon the Sin Jesus bore, for all humanity.

The Pascal lamb, on Temple Mount is sacrificed and finished,
Jesus surrendered His Soul that moment, with ‘It is Finished.’

Lightening flashed, thunder roared, earth quaked violently,
Temple veil torn top to bottom, as rocks rent, graves open silently.

To end the day before Sabbath began, dead must be removed,
Soldiers broke the legs of thieves, death came quickly, ever proved.

Jesus dead, His legs not broken, but a spear thrust into His chest,
Blood and Water, as prophesied, flowed from wound breast.

Thieves were quickly taken down, thrown into pit so hurried,
Jesus, lain in wealthy mans tomb, where no man ere been buried.

The Priests, I feel, knew they did err, in having Jesus killed that day,
Went to Pilot, pleaded for a guard on tomb, three days the safest stay.

They now knew Jesus meant himself, He would be resurrected,
Or Disciples could steal the body, the event that they suspected.

Three days and nights, passed without event, or so they say,
Until the Sun was about to rise, Day-One, called First Fruits day.

From Tomb, Jesus resurrected to Glory, TORAH Saints in grave did too,
First Fruits, walking through Jerusalem, heading Home, up in the Blue .

Soldiers panicked and ran away, Priests bribed them to tell a lie,
Mary Magdalene arrived, before the Sun showed light in sky;

Stone removed, Tomb quite empty, to Disciples she ran to tell,
Peter and another, scampered to Tomb, finding naught but empty shell.

It took the day for all to know, that Jesus had resurrected, as He did say,
When He walked into the locked tight room, proving He is the only WAY.

They had the Faith, they knew the Way, His teachings all made sense,
Faith in Messiah, Jesus, opens hearts with Salvation, just get off the fence.

AMEN

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Blood on the Door Post
By Arley Steinhour 041911

The blood upon the door posts, signaled Israeli lived inside,
Pascal lamb provided blood, and eaten quickly while they hide.

Death moved upon the surface, of Egypt that fateful night,
Blood, not on posts, meant nothing less than death and fright.

Any house without that blood, painted on post of door,
Experienced death of First Born, Pharaohs son, and more.

Plague Ten, the count, that God sent down, onto Egypt land,
Pharaoh cried, ‘Go away from here,’ Free Be, this Israeli Clan.

The blood upon the door post, kept death from coming in,
Slave of Egypt, Israel, walks away from death and sin.

The story of the Exodus, known throughout Worlds History,
How Israel took their Slavery along, hearts not yet be free.

Forty years, they moved about, in wilderness dry and bare,
Until all of adult population died, no Milk or Honey there.

I don’t need to tell the story, for every soul, the story knows,
How hard it is to take slave out of man, once within it’s throws.

So, let’s take a look at the blood again, and think another thought,
Other side of Golden coin perhaps, or desert rock I may have bought.

The blood upon the door-post, kept death away that night,
Supposing, just Supposing, that’s the antitheses of Right;

Door-post isn’t Door-post, on house built, by or for, mankind,
But, invitation, signed in Blood, for Holy Spirit, a home to find?

Put the Blood of Jesus, on door-post of hearts, and minds,
‘Welcome’ laid before the door, Blood marked, Holy Spirit finds.

Blood purified within and out, Redeemed, then He will stay,
Blood Welcomed, Tabernacles Holy Spirit, in the heart that day.

AMEN

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Out of Egypt
By Arley Steinhour 042011

Pharaoh ordered Moses out, with all his motley band,
Lent gold and silver, carts to haul, onto the desert sand.

Men, Six hundred Thousand, departed Egypt-land,
Plus the women and children, two million, out of hand.

God told Moses, “Just follow me, no one need take fright,
Cloud overhead in heat of day, Lighted Pillar every night.”

No one tired, or got thirsty, or even hungry, very much,
Day and Night they traveled, with no cripple in the bunch.

Day three gave all a worry, as they look straight at the sea,
Steep mountain on the right and left, and Pharaoh mad as could be;

Riding hard to trap Israeli folk, and kill them all that day,
Pharaoh wanted vengeance, for his firstborns life some say.

People cried and wailed so hard, Moshe got all the blame,
For taking them from Slavery, for a wilderness death, for Shame.

Moshe raised his staff up, held it in the air, with heart,
Wind blew, sand and water flew, the Red Sea did surely part.

Off they went across dry ground, God’s flame held back Pharaoh,
Israel wasted no time crossing, Pharaoh’s chariots God let go;

Blindly chasing God’s people, as if they too had His permission,
What happened then, quite tragically, Pharaoh found intermission.

Then God let go the water walls, it filled the void quite quickly,
Israeli people liked Pharaoh, not at all, so no one felt very sickly.

The pressure off, they could slow down, to remember their escaping,
In line with all their culture, cries of whoa, became their draping.

I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I’m cold, I’m tired , they wailed,
The only one sick in the crowd, was Moses, green and paled.

He found a pond of water, but bitter don’t describe the taste,
‘Oy-Vey,’ they loudly caterwauled, ‘Moshe will drive us to waste.’

But, Miracle of Miracles, Moses threw in the water a couple of sticks,
Water became sweet and pure, yet they blamed him for playing tricks.

Mount Sinai, a few days later, loomed way up to the sky,
Now they could make camp and leaven bread, and not wonder why.

The story doesn’t end here, but only takes a break,
I’ll tell you later about water and quail, after I had my steak.

It’s almost sunset, gotta run, chatting is fun, but sorry,
Off to study about Tribulation, last half of Exodus story.

AMEN

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Resurrection Pep Talk
By Arley Steinhour 042111

Great Love I have for Jesus, Great Love I have for you,
If everybody loved everybody, we never would be Blue.

‘Take up your cross, and follow me, teach in every land,
Leading unsaved to the Cross,’ He said, ‘I’ll even give a hand.'

Joyous songs, of Praise, we sing, prayers are heartfelt too,
We honor, and we glorify, His Love for me and you.

Sunday, as sun rising, we will honor His Resurrection,
All, of the Faith in Jesus Christ, can be proud of His Election.

He pulled us from the road to Hell, by moving into our heart,
All we had to do was ask, now in His Royal family be a part.

Once we belong, in His flock of lambs, then our work begins,
Bleating out our witnessing, to family and friends.

The more rewards we garner, is placed in our account,
Up in Heaven waiting, for when up to Him we mount.

At Bema Judgment, we submit our file, He purges it with fire,
Blessings, Gold and Precious Jewels, straw/paper has no hire.

The least reward, in Heaven, is more than one can dream,
I’m not even going to try, or I’ll inaudibly want to scream.

So keep the Praises flowing, and love deep in your heart,
As the little children find the eggs, and do their loving part.

AMEN

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Who Killed My Lord My God?
By Arley Steinhour 042211

Good Friday, Good Friday, the day we celebrate Jesus’ death,
Hanging on the Cross of curse, until He drew last mortal breath.

Tradition say’s He died on Friday, upon the Cross of Infamy,
Only the worst of criminals would die, while hung on a tree.

Warning, Temple Priestly types, ‘Three days and I’ll be back,’
There doesn’t seem to be a way, for three to fit a two day crack.

No matter, though, as that’s not the reason, I am addressing you,
Many peoples have been accused, of ending His Life so True.

Book of John, in Ten-Eighteen, ‘I lay it down myself, my power,’
Lay it down, and take it up again,’ Jesus would choose the hour.

Passover Lamb, on Temple Mount, played out the self same role,
A lamb don’t have Redemptive power, nor Pascal Sacrifice control.

The Pascal Lamb had played the part of Jesus, since Egyptian Exodus,
But, on that day, so long ago, Jesus hung by choice, for all of us.

No longer would man need a yearling lamb, to cover our mortal Sin,
Jesus died, this Royal once, for man’s Eternal Redemption to win.

Redemption isn’t automatic, oh no, as there be required activation,
We submit, to be owned by God, and be part of His Family Nation.

Reborn in Jesus, we open our heart, for Holy Spirit’s Fiery Baptism,
Belong to God, forever saved, protected from Satan and every ‘Ism.’

So, no one killed the ‘Son of God,’ not Jew, not Roman, not us,
He gave it up to save us, His power, His choice, Our Eternal Plus.

AMEN

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Waiting in Line for His Return
By Arley Steinhour 042311

Shabbat Shalom, to one and all, and thanks to David Hughes,
We see another bit of truth, hard to believe in the Christian news.

We sit here in our comfort, music playing 'Sweet By and By,'
In other parts of our God's world, Christian's do many die.

There before the Throne of God, there's little room to stand,
To allow the Souls of martyred, crying 'LORD, revenge us, when?'

'You gave us Christ, we paid the price, Agape is its name,
so we can have, with you Forever, and nevermore bear shame.'

God says, calmly, 'Keep the Faith, Dear One's, there's still a few to go,
To reward the sacrifice you made, by giving up life, through Martyr Woe.

White Robes passed out, to calm the tears, of those who martyred be.
Perhaps the 'Seals' are being broken, fore-to rescue you and me?

Perchance you wonder, why the story went there, but hold on and you'll see,
This Sabbath day, with Jesus in Tomb, graves opened, dead waiting too, be free .

No one mentions, almost never, that when earth shook, graves did 'open' too,
Marked like the Omer of Barley 'waived,' First Fruits presented, yet to do.

When Jesus 'rose,' they 'arose,' but that be tomorrow morning,
I only want to state the facts, better yet to give you warning.

Before living Christians spot Him, Resurrected Saints lead the pack,
So, when the dead come out of grave, we know He's called, and be right back.

Tomorrow morning, we honor Jesus, for sealing Adoption in His blood,
God's Family, that's what we be; nevermore can Satan sling his mud.

So set alarm, rise before the Sun, and lift your arms in Praise,
Any time now He will come to take us home, just after the dead he raise.

AMEN

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Day Light Day Bright
By Arley Steinhour 042411


Oh What a beautiful rising, just before the Sun,
On that Resurrection day, of His only begotten Son.

The Tomb lights up, stone door opens, Sun begins to raise,
Resurrected Jesus presents Himself to sky full of Angels praise.

The quaking of the earth subsides, could hold the King no more,
This one event, redeems from Satan, our Salvation, Shore to Shore.

We see the New Age dawning, of what we call Christian Church,
Butterfly from cocoon emerging, with Dreadful Satin left in lurch.

The counting of the Omer starts, this day of First Fruit’s presenting,
Sleeping Saints rising up, going Home with Jesus, from Sheol’s renting.

God gladly sacrificed, with Love, His only begotten Son, that day,
To pay a debt He didn’t owe, for the debt we couldn’t ever pay.

The morning we call Easter, we need all be on knees to pray,
Thanking God, and Jesus, for our Redemption price that He did pay.

We celebrate, with pleasure, as with gratitude, all to Jesus Christ, on High,
Who, will, quite soon, come for His Bride, the take them By and By.

Don’t miss the call, from high in the sky, nor the Trumpet Calling,
When we all go up to meet the Lord, left behind those who would be falling.

A Very Happy Easter, I offer to One and All,
As I keep the Watch for Him, as well as a-hem, Y’all.

AMEN

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Pentecost Wedding
By Arley Steinhour 042511

Day 1 Sunday, started Omer count, with forty-nine to go,
To reach the magic fifty, when Pentecost we’ll know.

Harvest should be over, or very little yet to do,
Celebrate the grain we have, to eat a year or two.

Looking back on these past fifty days, work be hard, hours long,
Being finished doesn‘t matter, day Fifty is for Food, and Song.

Three times a year, men must come up, to pray at Temple Mount,
Pentecost is number two, without a month, but fifty numbered count.

Not much is known from Bible, Old, about the reason why,
But, on this day, after Jesus’ death, Christian Church did fly.

Holy Spirit filled the room, with sounds of wind and flame,
As Disciples prayed, the Church was made, ‘The Way’ be the name.

Some time would pass, a year or three, till ‘Christ-ian’ was called,
Chances good, the name did deride, just like ‘Snatching Bald.’

The badness didn’t last long, as Apostles shined up the Name,
Before any body knew it, Name had Great Positive to claim.

Holy Spirit, coming on Disciples, about all we know about,
Tradition says there is much more, but one sure does stick out;

It seems there is a story, about when it’s time to marry,
Shavuot / Pentecost, favorite of time, excellent to Tarry.

Father calls the son aside, ‘It’s time to fetch your Bride,’
You and your friends retrieve her, room ready now inside.

A year or more, has flown by slow, since seeing the Bride last,
And now the Father say’s times right, now time goes by too fast.

The Feast is good, the wine flows free, without Bride and Groom
Seven Days, the Bride and Groom, are in their hidden room.

So when you see Pentecost arriving, expect to see Bridegroom,
For Seven Day’s of Years, we can expect, to be in hidden room.

AMEN

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Enduring Faith
By Arley Steinhour 042911

Where oh where does a family go,
We used to live right here;
Till the storm came in to blow,
And we quickly lost our cheer.

Thank you God, for your protection,
Without it, we’d be lost;
In the piles of rubble here,
Our lives, the final cost.

You allow, what we endure,
To make us stronger in you;
That our faith be Petra Sure,
And Eternal Reward, so True.

The ‘things’ that flew away that day,
Can, if needed, we’ll replace;
Possession Dross, also flew away,
Without that, we’ll have more space.

So, please, dear God, remember our need,
As we start the road of recovery;
Like a garden, we must clean and re-seed,
Better, deeper, loving Faith, devoid of greed.

Help the neighbor, as much as we are able,
Blessing others, more than self;
When we find it, set the dinner table,
With Love, the first thing on shelf.

Praying, as we’re working hard,
To let you know we understand;
So we can have a God Filled yard,
And best neighbors in the land.

Please bless us Father, one and all,
As You see us through these tragedies;
Each day, before we hear sleeps call,
May you find us on our knees.

AMEN

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Amen!

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Birthday SaMach Shalom
By Arley Steinhour 043011

To Yisrael, Yom Sa‘Mach, Mikrah, a few day’s away,
Sixty Three, since Rebirth, will mark that Joy-filled day,

No-sooner marked, but attacked, at Sun before high noon.
Heralding God’s raising, speaking to the dry bones, strewn.

For Sixty-three, long years, growth, and maturity,
With IDF and trust in God, you pray for security,

Yisrael returning, Aliyah, back to your ancient home,
Muslim neighbors don’t want ‘you,’ or be near their ‘Dome.’

Nine, Sevens, soon are history, with only one to go,
That be Jacob’s trouble, this last Seven Prophets know.

Cleansing Holy Temple Mount, hearing Fife and Drum,
Temple built and pure for use, inters Millennial Kingdom.

No country will stand with Yisrael, You‘ll have naught but God,
Needing no other hand but His, and His Iron Rod.

Heinous acts of butchery, and hatred, from the heart,
Will close the Days of Gentile, with Kingdom about to start.

Messiah comes, yet once again, to save the Apple of His Eye,
Saving faithful remnant of Yisrael, who’ve learned He didn’t lie.

So, gird your loin, and pray to God, that He watches over you,
Christ-ians, who do support, will be, sadly, but Saintly few.

The Church be gone, you stand alone, for Seven dreadful year,
But God is truly watching oer, the people He holds so Dear.

So, Happy Rebirth, Israel, you’ve come so far, His Truth to find:
Once the Christian Church is gone, your Salvation, is close behind.

The ‘Lion’ comes, as you have prayed, with two-edged sword, unbent,
To speak the end of Jacob’s Trouble, bring Home Israel, Repent.

SaMach Shalom
AMEN

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Memorial Day Praise 2011a
By Arley Steinhour 050311

I will not fly my flag that day, half-way up the mast,
For none of us lived our lives so you could halfway last.

Some of us did not complete the life we had in store,
Some of us did lay down that life, upon far distant shore.

Don’t mourn for them, but praise their lives, freely lived, so short,
That life that they so freely gave; your’s live free, as their Cohort.

From Dream of Freedom, through today, many hear the Call,
Soldiers true to Red White and Blue, so Freedom can stand Tall.

So, look around, and surely see, a tear in eye, salute a passing flag,
Wonder who that tear is for, perhaps a buddies voice, that Death did gag.

Thank that Vet, who does survive, perhaps by another’s sacrifice,
A gentle ‘Thank You,’ from the heart, that tear will dry quite nice.

The Veteran is in the lime light, but we all do serve this land so free,
Teachers, Mom, Dad, fellow country-men, Ministers on bended knee;

Each adds a bit of ’service,’ contributing to who Veteran will be,
Quick to accept the calling, of our country, that all be free.

Please try a small experiment, Thank everyone you see,
For their service to our land, if not for you, then maybe me.

Standing Tall, together, with the Vet, and all Americans, we see,
Will resurrect the Big ’P’ word, ‘Patriot,’ from sea to shining sea.

Bless us all, Dear Jesus, as we thank you for this land.
Without your love and guidance, we’d be a motley band.

AMEN

This land we have is Blessed by God, this Land of the Free,
Patriotism to God and Country, keeps it FREE, for you and me.
For every 'Warrior' Veteran, there be a thousand supporting back behind;
But worry not, God sees us all, and has us in His Loving Mind.
AMEN

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Family Union
By Arley Steinhour 050511

A person blind can easily hate, a World class athlete,
Who challenges the blind man, to a race that’s fleet of feet.

Perhaps that be the reason, why the Christian, Jew do hate,
We’re always trying to show them Jesus, before it is too late.

We walk right up, stand in their face, and lovingly recall,
‘Without Rebirth in Jesus, God’s blessing be not at all.’

The Jew reflects to Moses, and God’s Holy Covenant,
Until they test Messiah, and He passes their test, unbent.

You see, they haven’t realized, that Jesus is the One,
Who came as suffering Servant, teaching Love to everyone.

The Soldiers only lashed His back, and drove in three big nails,
But every mark upon His body, took the wind from Satan’s sails.

Soon, so soon, I pray we see, the scales fall from their eyes,
Then they’ll know, though ineptly said, Christians told no lies.

Messiah, Jesus, comes to claim, those people, His servants be,
To separate those who Repent, from them refusing to be free.

A Thousand years, He’ll Rule the world, in perfect harmony,
Swords into Plows, War no more, Fruit only on a Tree.

So, in a very loving way, between ditch and Jew we stand,
Argue not, but nudge a bit, or gently hold their hand.

The timing of our Lord and God, will set the day and hour,
When Jew and Gentile, blossom into God’s Eternal Hybrid Flower.

No Jew, No Gentile, very soon, all be One Family,
Children to our God on High, Family Royal, at last we be.

AMEN

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Mother and Her Day
By Arley Steinhour 050611

Day of Praising Mother is close, when we honor all she’s done,
From cleaning house, to cooking meals, to making life be fun.

Up before children or dad, Mom be, to start the day off right,
Directing traffic at the bath, so no one gets in a fight.

While doing that, she’s in the kitchen, fixing breakfast hot to eat,
Or, maybe setting out the cereal, with milk, and fruit, a treat.

Dad always wants his coffee, so the news won’t seem so ’dry,’
Especially around election time, when he thinks they all do lie.

Moms darting eye, inspects the crowd, for proper dress and looks,
Even down to fingernails, as she hands them lunch and books.

As dad and children load in car, mom reminds about eggs, and bread,
So dad won’t forget to do that chore, returning home to wife, and bed.

Knowing how he oft forgets, she’ll call dad before leaving work,
Using a ‘mom’ excuse, that dad remembers, and not feel like a jerk.

Dad and school age, out the door, mom has a moment for herself,
Take a sip of coffee, nibble a bite or two, put foodstuffs on the shelf.

From here, mom’s day may differ, depending on the life the family may lead,
But sure you be, she’s using her time, making decisions best for every need.

The platitudes are many, how mom answers a need or want, for family,
Somehow even a few of her own; most-often on bended knee.

Mom is much like Jesus, as he hung upon that fateful Cross,
Family needs, mom will fulfill, even if to her it does mean Loss.

She Loves and does, for dad and kids, staying right on track,
Mom would even go to the post for them, for lash to tear her back.

Without a tear, for her sacrifice, mom will smile and make life better,
Just as Jesus soon will do again, as He Returns, per God’s Love Letter.

So, Hug your Mom, give thanks and Love, every day of your life,
Not just one day, but every day, for being Mom, and your Dads Wife.

AMEN

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Birthday Sixty Three Complete
By Arley Steinhour 051111

You‘d think I‘d have a lot to say, about Israel today,
Two days ago, Birthday sixty three, passed without a fray.

On the day rebirth was orated, war came knocking there,
Neighbor Nations did attack, bloodied the joy-filled air.

Hatred, many Centuries old, surfaced hot as ever, in the heart,
Arab cousins, and now neighbors, wanted no Israel to start.

Without funds or weapons to resist, somehow foe was withheld,
No matter what the Arab did, God blessed, and Israel was upheld.

After almost nineteen hundred years, that nation Israel was reborn,
Now sixty-three, have quickly passed reawakening the land so torn.

Trees grow tall, with tasty fruit, plus fields of grain and flowers,
Cities built without a wall, with hostile peace still needing towers.

The prophecies, of God’s holy word, say’s Tribulation now be near,
As multi-millennial enemy, seeks yet to still every Israeli tear.

Not with friendship, but bitter disdain, Islam wants to take their every life,
They just cannot understand, that the people of Israel, be our God’s Wife.

Soon, I fear, will come the year, if already, this not be it to see,
Attack against little Israel, no friends left, stand alone God’s Olive Tree.

All alone, the Jew will stand, without a solid friend of their people,
Not even Countries Christian, who hide behind a rootless Steeple.

Many individual folk, Christian, through and through, Reborn,
Pray and offer what support they have, as leadership burns their corn.

So Happy re-Birthday, Israel, open you hearts to Messiah of the Jew,
Jew and Gentile nourished by same root, all with Holy Spirit too.

AMEN

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Brown Dwarf Sky
By Arley Steinhour 051211

Two Thousand years, plus twelve, it’s said, the world will be no more,
Many folk who see the future, have sworn that be the prophetic door.

The Mayan’s will stop ‘Rock Cold,’ Two Thousand, Twelve, the year,
The Shaker, Quaker, Scientists, say the big rocker is due, and almost here.

Christians say Tribulation is upon us, and Atheist doesn’t know or care,
Islam is looking for their Imam, twelve, and only zombies stand and stare.

The list, it seems, goes on and on, with Doom the favorite choice of all,
Some are anxious, some are bored, some don’t even hear the call.

Then, days ago, we get the news, an object is incoming, so close to Earth,
The closest that this ‘C’ will come is close, but leave us a nice close birth.

Scientists, have shrugged it off, as it won’t, no way, make earth a parking lot,
So what’s to worry, just snap the lens, and have much to talk to friends about.

So, why do I dare mention, a blob of iron ore, or rock, so far away,
When we’re looking at the chance of war, to be number three that day.

A group of folk, has combined the dates, of events not yet long past,
And found a maybe coincidence, that just maybe, on mind will last;

For it seems that on the trip through our system, it aligns with us and sun,
And on the day when alignment is straight, an Earthquake, big, has begun.

February twenty-seven, year Two Thousand, plus ten, Chili rocked and roll.
September, Four, of same year, aligned again, with New Zealand at the Pole.

Two out of two, not bad for a Rock, but so far out, how could that be,
Pure chance say folk, don’t worry now, until alignment three.

Two was closer than alignment one, and three would be less than two,
March Fifteen, Two Thousand Eleven, less than point five AU, Japan.

A U at Two point One, first two at over Six, Japan is rocked at Eight point Nine,
We’ve seen three alignments, by date, connected to an earth catastrophe, just fine.

But, alas, we be only halfway home, until this ’thing’ leaves Earth alone,
Alignments total Six, with Three more to go, before ’AMEN,’ we moan.

NASA has the numbers, but since ‘C 20-10’ misses, nothing does equate,
And by the time man figures out the danger, preparing will be too late.

There’s no sure way of knowing, but the alignment dates be happenstance,
Maybe, pray, just maybe, One, Two, and Three, coincidence, not a chance.

Alignment Four, September Twenty-Seven, at AU, Point Three-Eight-One,
October Seventeen, be number Five, AU, Point Two-Three-Two, won’t be fun.

The Sixth, and Last, November , Twenty-Three, the last having any danger,
C 20-10 is departing, at A U Point Five Six, less strong than Four and Five.

No one can say for sure what C 20-10 may be but named it ’Elenin X1,’
Some think it be a Brown Dwarf Star, with a gravity pull, not much fun.

Hypothesize is all that one can do, and that is really not a choice,
I tell you this to stay alert, in case mankind might need a voice.

The Chicken Little, in my head, is crowing much louder than ere before,
So at the end of this poetic ditty, NASA, and the finder site, data door.

A little bit off color, for a Praise to God, on High, from me,
But He placed the stuff out there in space, as signs for all to see.

So may I close this Harbinger, of possible danger and woe,
With Praise to God, who watches, over all the world, below.

AMEN

To check this out: NASA:
JPL Small-Body Database Browser

The Sky Watching group:
Activist Post: Bad News from NASA: Proof That Comet Elenin Is Affecting Earth

Note: The above Poem is only intended as ‘Food for Thought,’ nothing more. I pass on something I have not studied, so I cannot say how serious this may be, if at all. //as//

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Watchmans Call
By Arley Steinhour 051411

As Christians gather in Churches bright,
Without concern for the Hate filled night;
While other members of Jesus’ light,
Will no more wage the mortal fight.

The hordes of Hell come through the gate,
To take life from all that they do hate;
Hearts filled with rancor, won’t dissipate,
Some, in the way, find God too late.

God looks down at all gone wrong,
Hatred has lived for way too long;
Those who love hide behind a song,
Thinking those, dieing, do not belong.

Your Holy Words, speak straight to heart,
Tribulation would be, right from the start;
The path is there to choose the sinful part,
Many chose this ’wide’ path, on the Chart.

‘Cry out,’ you say, ‘awaken all who will,’
Let all who hear know, the world is ill;
To know the truth, and keep silent still,
Means you chose to swallow, a ‘Bitter Pill.’

Knowing Truth, and silent be,
Proves the root, of long dead tree;
Nere produce fruit, nor ere to see,
Father, Son, and Ghost, the Holy Three.

For them, no cheek, no guiding light,
Always mad, and ready to fight;
Forever searching for the perfect right,
Lost to God, in Dark of Night.

Of all the sin filled, hope for yet a few,
Tribulation purges dross, and makes anew;
The Saints of God, Hell on Earth, askew,
Pay the price of wrath, but come out brand-new.

For those, who wait, or follow, sin filled path,
Open heart to Jesus, to be free from His Wrath;
Salvation through Grace, become Holy Lath,
Proudly counted His Child, in God’s Holy Math.

AMEN

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Disciples Packing Gods Heat
By Arley Steinhour 051411

Father God, I come before you,
With query on my mind;
What lay before this mortal zoo,
Considering what’s behind.

Unto the masses, faithful call,
Hoping that soon the people hear;
Voice ignored, frustrates us all,
When they seem to not have ear.

Book, Chapter, Verse, they do demand,
But only in their error filled book;
The Twisted words, are all ‘Left Hand,’
No way to straighten out that ‘Look.’

Attempts to check original texting,
Will raise up quite a clatter;
Greek and Hebrew they’re rejecting,
Making lying words fit expectation flatter.

With energy, and strength from You,
We venture into hostile world;
Sadly, Disciples be but loyal few,
Targeting Great mountain, yet unfurled.

So, bless us, guide us, teach us,
May we carry your precious Word;
To anyone who will listen, thus,
Until every Soul, your Word, has heard.

AMEN