Praise and Poetry by Arley

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Ooops. double entry, this one deleted as far as I am able.

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Tyke With a Trike
By Arley Steinhour 052511

Age of Two, almost Three,
A Trike belonged to me,
Salvage purchased, meaning free,
King of sidewalk, that I’d be.

I couldn’t ride it, much that fall,
Front wheel too big for me,
After winter, and growing,
I’d be riding free and tall.

Seat was loose, front wheel bent,
A touch of paint in need,
Grandpa’s shop is where it went,
By Spring, it’d be new, in deed.

I tried to ride for about a week,
But winter was setting in,
Weather getting colder,
Motivation was very meek.

I think I’ve mentioned this before,
But December Seven came along,
War was on, and Peace turned off,
Time was needed to even the score.

That winter was a whirling kind,
Army Air-base came to town,
Grandpa started building homes,
So Soldier families could unwind.

Spring approached, Winter passed
Life changing drastically,
My Trike got moved around, but,
The War I’d win, if it was red, and fast.

Somehow, my Grandpa it repaired,
Painted Red, and looking strong,
Snow, all gone, warmth coming on,
After a bit, with neighbor kids, I shared.

War shortages, rationed much.
Gas, and things like food,
I packed a little extra weight,
Trike burdened by my heavy touch.

Flying down the hill, one day,
The front wheel gave up the ghost,
Looked almost like a figure eight,
Trike lost the war, to stay.

The call was out for scrap and stuff,
To make planes and bombs and such,
Grandpa helped me haul it away,
And place it softly in pile, not rough.

I hadn’t owned, my Trike that long,
But I rode hard every mile,
Somewhere, over there, I know,
As it fell to earth, it sang a victory song.

AMEN

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Memorial Sales
By Arley Steinhour 052611

Memorial day, Ads all say:
‘Get out your check-book fast,
We have bargains on the way,
And know that they won’t last.’

Nothing said, to show people died,
To keep this country free,
Bring money, not your Pride,
Or Credit-card, if need-be.

How many flags have you seen on sale,
How many wreaths, to place on graves,
How many feet walk grave-yard trail,
Seeking them who kept us from becoming slaves?

Great day for a Bar-Bee-Que,
Or High-paid Sporting Game,
Except for those who paid the due,
Their tombstone shows their name.

Memorial, means to ‘Remember,’
The Brave, the Proud, the Few,
Who, January through December,
Served and Died, just for you.

The Bar-Bee-Que, worthy if you share,
The discounts, worthy too,
But bow your head, and say a prayer,
For those who died for you.

Dear God, bless those of them, etali’i,
For Serving and many loosing life,
To keep this Nation Free from enemy,
So we never suffer Slaveries strife.

AMEN

Pray also for those Left Behind, to mourn a fallen hero,
Freedom isn't ever Free, Life without them equals 'Zero.'

Shavuot/Pentecost June 8th, or 12th, depending on how you count, Rabbi, or Godly. Very Special Day.

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Final Days of Seven Years
By Arley Steinhour 052611

Two Hundred Million valiant men
Will stand tall on Megiddo plain
Look to the sky, and then know why
Death comes down, like shining Rain.

Too late to take away the mark
That is branded on their hand
They joined the Beast and promises
Running rampant throughout the land.

‘He is The One, the Only One’
They had cried three years before today
When he proclaimed himself as god
Christians and Jews, quickly ran away.

More than a year it took them
To guillotine the Christian hoard
Singing songs of Godly Praise
As they lay neck on the board.

Seven years Tribulation passed
Much quicker than one might think
The mighty one rose to power in three
Followed by three of death, and stink.

Most by now have figured out
‘We chose to follow the wrong man’
The other choice called Jesus
Was a myth, and ‘King of that Hater Clan.’

Christians had learned to hide quite well
Working mostly in the dark of night
Telling those without the mark
Follow Jesus, He‘ll bring to them the fight.

Now, here they stand on Megiddo Plain
Preparing to fight the Leader of that Clan
Not many Christians left alive
How could He win without a fighting man?

Up in the sky a light began to glow
On this darkest night of nights
Brighter, Brighter, ever Brighter
The Light washed away the night.

Weapons drawn and at the ready
Prepared to repel a mighty hoard
But only one man on white horse
Came, in His mouth a mighty sword.

A word He spoke, that danced and flew
From the edge of sword on every side
Soldiers standing, never heard
Two Hundred Million fighters died.

His Glory shining brightly
The war on earth complete
Every person still left alive
Yet to bend knee at His Feet.

A Thousand years the Kingdom
To make all things complete
With one last time for Satan
His final fate then meet.

That should be another story
But it’s really short you see
He finds a bunch of rebels
God speaks they’re all dead meat.

That’s an ETERNAL AMEN, folks

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Nation Under Gods Foot
By Arley Steinhour 052711

Under God, we have a Nation
At least for a short time yet
Some people despise it’s station
This Republic we did get.

Memorial given just once yearly
One day to give our thanks
Sacrifice that some paid dearly
Greedy folk took profit to the Banks.

Millions died on planet Earth
Freedom paid for in their blood
Now we pray for rebirth
Change where Lady Freedom stood.

It seems folks want life fully Social
Having comfort without work
Failure makes one very special
The one who works is now the Jerk.

Every person who did ever die
Sacrificed to keep this Nation Free
They all would rise, sit down and cry
For this disaster that we see.

Our leaders, representing us
Them, all our purse strings do control
Would just as soon throw us under a bus
Than cease using the mega-credit-spending bowl.

They don’t protect the ’working’ bloke
Only those who be on welfare dole
Even those illegal folk
Who crawl out of a hole.

The worst one’s are the one’s who watch
Wondering where the protection went
Call a cop, and close the shop
Until someone else does pay the ‘Rent.’

Nation Drowning, People Frowning
Economy Heaving, People Leaving
Hero’s mostly Dead, Leaders mostly Red
World filling of Hate, Christians awaken too late.

Naught else to say, but A M E N Perhaps, soon His Foot will Fall.


Smell the Ozone, See the Lightening, Hear the Thunder roar, Someone should do something, but don't step past the Blood upon the door. PRAY.

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Memorial Day Two Thousand Eleven, the week-end has begun,
I offer up a story, about how Memoriam is won.

The Veteran Serves the Country, and life may sacrifice,
But let me tell you neighbor Sacrifice has Higher Price.

Deeper in the background, service done to mold the Soldier,
By many people influencing the things that made him bolder.

Often times just a little thing, with no benifit here and now,
Will cause a brand upon the heart, later showing up, somehow.

The story, here, offers one example of what I speak about,
read the words, take to heart, and then, Go Try it Out:
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Service to Others
Author Unknown

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam, and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.. Tell them, before it is too late.

Note from Arley: Veterans who ‘Serve,’ and sometimes Die, have been Served and Influenced, all of their lives, by a diversity of people and things, and experiences. Remember them all, folks, lest a Great Rending develop in the fabric of our Freedoms, Red, White, and Blue.

No Matter what they say, We're gonna Pray, and don't get in the way.
Love our God, Love our Country

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Prophetic Nightmare
By Arley Steinhour 052811

Everybody wants to be in Heaven
Hell is where we qualify
Donate dollars six or seven
Not yet Reborn, doomed to die.

Perhaps, you help a poor old lady
Cross a street, or climb a stair
God wouldn’t say you’re ready
To be in Heaven by splitting hair.

You won’t, repent the ‘fun’ things
Spend more than an hour in a Pew
Dozing from your late night flings
But offer Hallelujah, one or two.

Out of Church door, skitter
Race to yonder Sub and Suds shop
For finals of annual ‘Spittoon Spitter’
Speed along, praying not see a Cop.

Dang, you left your Bible on the Pew seat
Not worried though, it’s only Paper-back
Haggled for at Yard Sale down the street
For a nickel, as it smelled like musty shack.

From the left you think, not sure
With mind upon the spitting
Something shiny had the cure
No more worry about Fence-sitting.

Suddenly your full alert
Huge book upon the Table
Funny no where you be hurt
To stand here, should not be able.

Judge shook head slowly
Sadness filled the air
Searching without finding
Your Name just wasn’t there.


Many times you almost ceded
Each time you turned away
Every time He pleaded
You had naught to say.

He signaled with His Left
To an Angel on your right
Who took you by the hand, bereft
And led you into Eternal Night.

Awakening in Torment
Condemned you know you be
Say, ‘Now’s the time to Repent’
Be saved, be Totally FREE.

AMEN

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Seeds Die and Multiply
By Arley Steinhour 053011

This day be the Thirtieth
The Thirtieth of May
Memorial day we honor
Dead, near, and far away.

Some, will do as yesteryear
Family gravesites decorate
Trusting that in far off land
Other Countries participate.

Focus mostly shifted
To the Veteran who has died
Serving Freedoms call for them
In Far Off Country-side.

War seems to show it’s ugly face
When peoples don’t get along
Someone's out to enslave Others
and that folks, is ‘So Wrong.’

Jesus said that ‘Seed must die’
and germinate, to obtain a crop
Producing the many seeds needed
So Freedom’s fare will never Stop

Freedom has that seed price
Where many sometimes die
Resulting in a Blessed field
Free Family and Friends the yield.

Today our nation is in a fight
To establish Christian right
To allow our folk and others
To Live and Worship as they might.

Sadly some people see this war
As a rich man making money
Without support of every one
Freedom’s future isn’t Sunny.

Enough of that oration
If you don’t know, you never will
Freedom isn’t Free at all
The Price, a very bitter pill.

If nothing else is on your plate
Except fantastic Bar-Be-Que
Please take about a second of your time
Thank God for what a Veterans dying

did for you.

AMEN

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Dear Jesus Letter
By Arley Steinhour 053111

Dear Jesus,

I’m sorry that I make you Cry
I’m sorry that I made you Die
For sins that lifted into the sky
Enjoying a life fraught with lie

I was Evil through and through
Until I gave my heart to You
And then from out of sky so Blue
You took me to the Breast of You.

You compensated for my evil life
With yours, upon the tree of strife
So I’d not suffer Judgments Rife
Disemboweled by Evil Satan’s knife.

No matter how ‘I’ wish, or try
Still some things do become a lie
Even though it still makes you cry
Your Love forgives me, by and by.

Your cleansing now is truly showing
In cracks and crannies where sin is growing
You clean and heal the wound, I’m knowing
Your Protection, and Love, is ever flowing.

Awakening, you are on my lip
Morning Sun does fill my heart
Your Word keeps full my bowel
Your narrow pathway, my old feet on.

My love for you don’t have to rhyme
It just need be a part of my life-time
For me then, and when the bells chime
I’ll be with you where exists no Time.

Love, Arley

AMEN

Keeping the Watch, with brothers and sisters, many I've yet to know, Searching for the Return of Christ, to welcome him here below. The time is short, without known date, So please repent before too late. AMEN

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No Ear Missed
By Arley Steinhour 053111

You light up our life
Through all mortal strife
In your eye’s make us complete;

We stumble and fall
But through it all
Allow us to pray at your feet.

In the ‘we’ who restrain
Like Dam holding rain
Holy Spirit resides as his home;

Need be taken away
From Hell-filled Seven day
Satan on Earth then can roam.

Those belonging to you
Fully blessed follow true
Called home midnight or noon;

Years have flown by
In the blink of an eye
You call us up, and home soon.

Many won’t hear
Preferring a beer
The blessing in your Holy Word;

Until you are ready
Our witness be steady
Not missing an ear to have heard.

AMEN

Isa 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
Isa 61:2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, *** and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; ***
(***emphasis mine//as//)

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First Birth Quandary
By Arley Steinhour 053111

Every body must be born
Into life as a mortal being
Naked as a lamb full shorn
With eyes not quite yet seeing.

Moments after breathing air
The mind is filled with life
Offers up a trumpet blare
Used in protest most of life.

On occasion Doctors query
‘How long can this child last’
Years all filled with memory
Or will it even have a Past.

Longevity does vary
With each that’s given life
Unknown, for most it’s scary
This world so filled with strife.

Each day of life fulfilling
Each night a dream-land flight
A life of memories thrilling
Or starvation, enduring Blight.

Every person has a life-road
Some short, long, or twisting
Be it Prince or bearing heavy load
Sadness filled or brightly lifting.

Little signs along the way
Three words, ‘Are you Ready’
Price is Free, nothing to pay
You’ll be strong and steady.

‘Of course,’ you say one day
Life changes week by week
Strengthening, and better
Faith in Jesus be to what I speak

He don’t promise mortal happiness
Nor health and riches in your life
Only that you’ll be with Him
Eternally, His Cherished Wife.

He promises, in metaphor
We be a part of Him
With Eternal blessings
Never more to Sin.

The little games that we can’t play
Comes mostly from Satan’s spawn
Eternal Blessing in the Longest Day
Beats Hell-bent, Satan-Drawn.

AMEN

Even at the edge of highest cliff, He'll never let you down, You'll have the confidence of Job, and even forget how to frown. So cinch up your saddle, and with Jesus faithful ride, Eternally He'll bless you, and from God you'll never have to hide. AMEN

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Prayer Proclaiming 2
By Arley Steinhour 060611

You, Dear God, are the Beginning and End!
You always were, always are, and always will be:
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, Never Undone!

You were persecuted yet give freedom!
You were bruised yet bring healing!
You were pierced yet ease pain!
You were dead yet offer life!
You are risen and bring power!
You reign and bring Kingdom Peace!

Pharisees couldn't confuse You,
People couldn't understand You!
Herod couldn't kill You,
Nero couldn't crush You,
Armies can't defeat You,
Schools can't explain You,
Leaders can't ignore You.
New Age can't replace You,

Your Word, eternal,
Your Will, unchanging,
Your bond, Love,
Your burden, light,
Your goal, relationship with ME!
You are my Savior,
You are my Guide,
You are my Peace!
You are my Joy,
You are my ALL.

When we fall, You lift up!
When we fail, You forgive!
When we are weak, You are strong!
When we are lost, You know the way!
When we are afraid, You are courage!
When we stumble, You are steady!
When we hurt, You heal!
When we break, You mend!
When we are blind, You lead!
When we hunger, You feed!
When we face trials, You council!
When we face persecution, You defend!
When we face problems, You allow learning!
When we face loss, You allow wisdom!
When we face Death, You welcome Home!

AMEN

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Fan of God
By Arley Steinhour 060911

Eight O'clock, morning time
Down the road did go
Headed for the next town
For a blood lab don't you know.

Sun through hole glowed brightly
With pin-hole beams below Grey cloud
In such a way as to fan out and form
For the sun, a Glory Shroud.

Sun the brightest of the lights
Peaked through larger hole in cloud
Rays did fan at angles below
Evoking cry of joy quite loud.

The angle of the fanning
Sun mightn't make complete
Unless the Son was shining
From about Twenty thousand feet

Distraction from my driving
Raised the hackles on my nape
But with some caution kept control
Enjoying the glorious 'Astro-scape.'

'Oh, could it be,' I asked the Lord,
'Is it now that time to come?'
Wonderment did abound
I choked up as if on a crumb.

The sun grew brighter
As joyously I asked
Only for a moment, then went
Back behind the cloudy mask.

I didn't hear a word from Him
In my rock hard mortal mind
So I just enjoyed the moment
And the beauty I did find.

AMEN

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Vitamin One a Day Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 061011

Light of day plays brightly
Upon the leaves of trees
The light God gives us
Finds me on bended knees

The same goes for my bed time
When I have a sleepy eye
Praying to see morning
My prayer flying through the sky.

Pray, some say five times a day
I’d rather pray just one
From the time that I arise
Till bedtime past the setting sun.

I’d try to fill my day up
With a prayer, so full of life
Working as if I’m helping Him
A Help-meet, loving wife.

It is difficult to think that We
Be the wife of Christ the king
Covered and protected by Him
As though under protective wing.

The time is coming soon, I feel
When this time we’re in will end
Closed by Tribulation Great
For those who’s knee they wouldn’t bend.

To them I ask, from my lowly station
To Jesus repent, and give your heart
By Grace, He’ll give to you Salvation
From Jesus, never more to be apart.

AMEN

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That is absolutely beautiful and you've so blessed me with your poetry Arley.
Thank you so much for sharing which encourages, builds up and strengthens the body of Christ.
Thank you for putting a smile on my face today to lighten up a bit when my burden was stressing me and now I look to Jesus and thank Him for YOU and become more thankful to HIM and the burden is light

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Myinnuendo999 Shalom, and thanks. Though I don't praise God for the compliments, the sure do make the heart sing when the come in, and I know that I am able to help others, in some small way. May you, one and all, continue to be as blessed in the reading, as I am in the Praising of Jesus. AMEN

Another:

To God With Love
By Arley Steinhour 061111

I know I’m getting older
And my mind is fading fast
With wrinkles getting bolder
Forgetting memories long past.

Bad memories not wanted
Some fun, some full of pain
Were pulled from their mooring
Never to return again.

A terribly turned event or two
Stayed in my heart unvented
I truly wanted to be through
Removal they much resented

The cleansing took time longer
Finding all the wrong I’d done
Time just made me stronger
Cleansing done, life is now more fun.

I came to you a sinner
You took me as I was
I found new life, a winner
Salvation without pause.

Bless you, my dear Savior
In my life, you planted much
Cleaning dead salt from my behavior
For you now, tis I who keep the Watch.

AMEN

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Wedding Feast Anxiety
By Arley Steinhour 061111

Two Thousand years she’s waited
With patience wearing thin
A Doctor of Love would have her sedated
From the condition that she’s in.

You paid the price of marriage
What seems so long ago
Still no horse or carriage
Her heart is sinking low

You promised you’d not tarry
She expected quick results
Tradition says you did marry
Now she suffer strong insults.

Temper is getting somewhat frayed
Bride’s friends are getting fat
Everything is disarrayed,
If we were tires, we’d be flat.

No one know the hour or day
Your Father be the only one
When it comes, He will say
‘It’s Time, get her, on the run.’

There’s a reason that I write today
Tomorrow is Shavuot
Traditional day of Snatching away
On a horse, an ***, even a goat.

Stay clean, get hale and hearty
Tomorrow might hear the phrase
To enjoy The Wedding Party
An Eternity of Loving Praise.

AMEN

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Logicality Makes Three
By Arley Steinhour 061111

Here is some logicality,
Jesus is like a big Oak tree;

Giving shade and food to eat,
Be we on a branch, or at his feet.

Knowing that the tree is there,
Won’t get a person any where.

Once Born Again, by His Grace
We gain a life, to see His face.

He is God, and God is He,
With Holy Spirit, one and three.

To give our heart to the trinity,
We’re Born Again Eternally.

Forever we will Praise our God and King,
He’ll bestow on us, His every thing.

No harsh Sun beating down on us,
No need to wait for the local bus;

Think a thought of were to go,
Blink of eye, we’re there, you know?

The Grass will sing a lullaby,
Flowers join in, that ain’t no lie;

The trees will sway in breeze like magic,
Nothing happens that ere be tragic.

Eternal bliss is for those who surrender,
Once they do He’s the eternal defender.

Don’t miss a chance to belong to Him,
Preferring Hell, is an Unpardonable sin.

AMEN

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Myinnuendo999 Shalom, and thanks. Though I don't praise God for the compliments, the sure do make the heart sing when the come in, and I know that I am able to help others, in some small way. May you, one and all, continue to be as blessed in the reading, as I am in the Praising of Jesus. AMEN

All glory and honor go to Jesus dear brother Arley and that's why we smile In Christ--"we are a workmanship created IN Christ Jesus do do good works"--Eph.2:10.

Phl 2:13 "for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose."

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Caution Reminder
By Arley Steinhour 061311

Take no action in rebellion
Into Prayer one must Repair
When it’s time for God’s correction
To support you, God need be there.

Those who call us ‘Haters’
Corrupted God right from the start
Though they play the wounded
Death and mayhem rules their heart.

An incidence of hatred
Takes months or years to quell
Wounds fester unabated
Filled with Denizens from Hell.

They can corrupt the heart and mind
In Thought, in Word, in Deed
Till Holy Spirit be hard to find
When there is a Godly need.

Holy Spirit doesn’t rest
His help is always there
Allowing us to achieve our best
Resulting in answers blessed to share.

Only on an occasion of death
May God choose to interfere
Giving one an extra breath
To strengthen and keep us here;

Sliding on our string of life
Of which I’ve spoke before
That makes us, yes, a better Wife
When we enter Eternities Door.

So, send your Praises up to God
For teaching all He lets us know
That we be good, not know the Rod
Once there, from here, below.

AMEN