Praise and Poetry by Arley

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Worship and Rehearse
By Arley Steinhour 010712

Blessed are you, oh Lord God, King of Universe,
Who gives us each a brand new day, to worship and rehearse,

To grow, in all you bless us with, that wisdom does abound,
Preparing us in all you do, to bless us in your Found.

You bless us on our rising, you bless us through the day,
You bless us when we go to sleep, in dreaming, healing, way.

Awakening before day's light, to enjoy Rise of the Sun,
So we know, all was made, by your 'Only Begotten Son.'

Most birds no longer sing here, they sing in Southern land,
Blessing all the folks there, with your feathered flying band.

The weather, here, is colder, snow flies, when given chance,
Snow teaches us pure whiteness, purity, not happenstance.

The Frosting, seals the cycle, the yearly cycle done,
Seal the growth of the tree, in Spring another ring begun.

Barley is first Harvest, as you bring on Summers heat,
Marking the yearly cycle, to bless another year of 'meat.'

Wheat multiplies, in the heat of Summer Sun,
Work is blessed, with many seeds, 'a hundred to one.'

As the days grow hotter, Fruit and nuts take shape, and grow,
So when the Time is perfect, your Provision, we fully know.

With crops in, from your blessing, and coolness strikes the air,
Life on earth, has returned to the words we offer and declare;

Blessed are you, oh Lord God, King of Universe,
Who gives us each a brand new day, to worship and rehearse.

AMEN

Last Harvest has nothing to do with food, once He separates the Fold,
Wheat and Tare no longer grow together, that be the 'Day's of Old.'

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ALL ABOARD
By Arley Steinhour

'People keep a coming,
But the Train's done Gone,'
Station Master claiming,
When the race ain't won.

Words that many people,
Will hear, one fate-filled day,
When they stand beneath the Steeple,
when the Christians are gone away.

Sort of like the Railroad,
Station Master has all say,
If one be part of the load,
Or at station need to stay.

Conductor, only takes the ticket,
Engineer drives to journeys end,
Station Master owns the judgment,
And the rules, He'll never bend.

Excuses come a plenty,
From those who show too late,
Many try to bribe with money,
Others, fancy tales create.

The 'train,' is still just setting there,
But the gate is closing, fast,
That's why this warning I do share,
His 'All-aboard, can't forever last.

With Hell on earth, that stirs the pot,
Survival may blind the eyes,
Engrossed in life, you'll miss a lot,
Sorting through all Satan's lies.

Ticket, in hand, pass through the gate,
Leave excuses far behind,
From this Calling, don't be late,
Or, Heaven you may not find.

AMEN

The train I ride won't look like this, I'm not even sure it's a train, but when on board, 'before gate is closed,' I'll know I'm safe from Satan's Tribulation reign.

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Morning Mirror Blues Buster
By Arley Steinhour 010812

Some shaggy, hair,
Most ain't there,
Teeth, pearly white,
Have lost that fight.

Looking back at me
Eyes that barely see,
Skin loose as swamp-tree,
I'm describing me.

I think I'm getting older
I think it's getting late
I know someone in Heaven
Soon, we have a date;

Arms spread wide
No more to roam
No need to hide
I'm welcomed home.

Forever heaven, Eternity,
I pray I'm pleasing him,
That's where I'll be,
Young, slim, and trim.

Turned my heart to Jesus,
From where I once had been,
He's in control, I do my part,
As He cleans away my Sin.

My part easy, ask,
His part, full of pain,
In Him, I bask,
His Love cleansing rain.

Join His Family,
Be like I be,
Ask willingly,
In Him, be Free.

AMEN

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Received from a Poet Christian Sister, coupled with my reply, perhaps will reach a heart, out there, that Needs Salvation, and never 'Second Death,' to Die.

The Dying Soul
By Rita Broden

Two Christmases were given
Another birthday came
Another little grandson
With which to play a little game

Unless the Lord does intervene
The game will go un-played
Sickness has now taken hold
And has left good health betrayed

This soul no longer thinks about
The things they thought before
They know that death is knocking -
In fact, it's standing at their door

Reflections now, upon their life,
Bring thoughts of much regret
So much time they'd wasted -
So many lost souls they'd not met

"If only..." are the echoes
That ring within their mind
Scenarios of thoughts "What if...?"
Do leave their Scars behind

Words once said in judgment
Go 'round and 'round their head
They cringe now as they realize
They lie in judgment's bed

Time, it seems, is running out
With only deaths thoughts left
And, as is the case with death,
It will leave some folks bereft

We all know that death's coming
But its impact's only felt
When we're given words that make us see
The hand that we've been dealt

Invincible, we think we are!
Death? Well...not just yet!
And so, we live our lives to self -
Incurring selfish debt

Just how many lost souls
Could have been reached if we'd but tried?
How many homeless, hungry folks
Could we have helped before we died?

That money that was spent on 'things'
We really didn't need
God could have used for Kingdom growth
But, instead, was used for greed

Some of us may have a clue
When death may come around
Some others it may snatch away
With not so much as a sound

But, indeed, we have appointments -
Each one of us will die
God ordained death long ago
One day we all must say, 'Good-bye'

But right now we still have life and breath!
We still have time to make things right!
We can choose to follow Jesus
Or, we can descend to darkest night

Until we take our final breath
On this side of the grave
There's still more time to witness
There's still more souls that can be saved

So, if the medical professionals
Tell you death is a sure bet
If you've lived your life for Jesus
Death will bring you no regret



Dying Soul Response
By Arley Steinhour 010912


Dear Sister, in Christ, Shalom.

Thank you for your words, and heart, you say the same as I
Except that we ‘do’ Graduate, only unsaved can really die.

Abandoning our mortal self, will make folks think we’re dead,
When in all actuality, we’ve only flown away from bed.

We leave behind our ‘Rental Car,’ that Taxied us through life,
But, when we graduate to Him, we’re an active part of ‘Wife.’

If you’re authoring your own demise, from this mortal life,
I pray you don’t feel sorry, you’re only turning off this mortal strife.

The instant that you lift, and start your trip, pain is left behind,
You’ll never have compunction, once Heaven opens to your mind.

So, witness to the earthworm, witness to the crow,
Witness to a brick-wall, and all the folks you know.

Even if you see someone, who doesn’t have Jesus Glow,
Witness softly to them, plant the seed so it can grow.

I pray, if your needed, God takes you home, to Him,
But, it He Wills, and you can stay, He keeps you ever trim.

I pray, you never shed a tear, on what you leave behind,
If you have done the best you can, then you they’ll easy find.

All that any one need do, is look up to the sky,
To know that Rita Broden, never truly did, 'Just die.'

AMEN

Sound the Shofar, Call the Faithful to Moedim, don't worry about the obstacles, they're much smaller than they seem.
Turn the heart to Jesus, before mortality ends, so you, as I, can be with Him, until Eternity Ends (NOT).

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Young Destination
By Arley Steinhour 010912

Here I sit, in mortality
I author poems for all to see,
I don't charge much, as I'm free,
That's how all Praise must be.

God must have good reason,
For keeping Old folk around,
Being old, to some, is Treason,
They'd rather see Old in ground.

Jesus may want us old folk here,
as loving guides, to children young,
They, under twelve, need never fear,
Over heads, Sin Laws, not hung.

We old folk, and the young,
On launch pad, so to speak,
On us, much Prophecy is hung,
Once gone, there is no need to seek.

Keep the trumpet close to lip,
Eyes upon the sky,
it 's almost time for Snatching trip,
When Jesus comes flying by;

Snatch away, bride so quickly
In the blink of eye,
Bride won't be in tribulation,
And we never more will cry.

So love him, seek him,
Faith, do keep,
Lamp filled, Wick in trim,
Do not fail His sheep.

AMEN

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The original poem has been a favorite of mine, for many years, having seen some of the ravages of War. The poet in my heart has yearned to edit it to hopefully give it a greater Depth (Sailor talk), so I offer the poem as my heart sees it:

FINAL INSPECTION
Author unknown / (Edit by Arley)

The soldier stood there, facing God,
Which must always come to pass,
Knowing his shoes were shining,
As brightly as his brass.

'Step forward, mighty soldier,
And I shall deal with you,
Have you turned the cheek, and lent a shoulder,
To My Church, have you been true?'

At attention, he did reply,
'No LORD, I fear that I have not,
In my profession, people die,
Being Saintly slips to Second thought.

I've had to work most Sundays,
At times my talk was rough,
Often, using violent ways,
When Diplomacy was not enough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep,
So I worked a lot of part-time,
When the bills just got too deep.

I never passed a cry for help,
Though I sometimes shook with fear,
And then, Dear God forgive me,
I've even wept unmanly tear.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Amongst the people here,
They seldom recognized my face,
Except, to calm their fear.

If you have a place for me, LORD,
It needn't be so grand.
I'd not complain, if it be a board,
If you don't, I'll understand.'

In the Throne Room, utter silence
As Saints awaited God to speak,
Ramrod straight, the Soldiers stance,
That moments silence, felt more like a Week.

'Step to my Right, Young Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've spent your time in Hell.'

AMEN (So Be It Done)
PS
The boots are muddy, the Brass ain't bright,
But the heart shines like the Sun,
Having Faith in God on High,
Through His Only Begotten Son.

Bless them, Oh God, everyone,
Who keep us safe from harm,
May their Reward honor Your Son,
And the Universe, Disarm.
AMEN

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Rambling Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 011112

Father God, I come to you,
Full of wonderment,
About the things that you soon do,
Not for man's enjoyment.

Prophecy, highlights the time,
Earth, Quaking, Erupting, Comets flight,
Storms, Disasters, Insane Crime,
For mankind, Blighted Plight.

We brought these times upon our person,
By living the way we do,
So many rejecting your only Son,
So few turning to you.

Great Tribulation, Satan's 'Hay-day,'
Of Lustful Pride, and Death,
He'll confirm he can't live your way,
With hatred in every breath.

You'll play him like a puppet,
You choose the rhythm of his dance,
He won't know he is in your net,
Until chained, Prophesied in advance.

That part, most everybody knows,
The Prophecies are clear,
Yet, people Sin, like water flows,
As if they can't see or hear.

The witness that we offer,
Rejected out of hand,
Don't think they will suffer,
For you, they haven't planned.

They say that they don't need repent,
to have Salvation from a 'Loving God,'
We can't convince them, they're hell-bent,
To suffer Torment, and Iron Rod.

Forgive me, please, for my sad word,
Keep your protection over me,
We'll show them truth, they haven't heard,
So, those who will, shall maybe 'see.'

AMEN

Any Time, Any Place, Any Reason, hey, hey,
Even if it don't make sense, it's always time to pray.

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I dedicate this Praise poem to my dear Sister, in Christ, Shelle Lynetter Dummer, who graduated a tad ahead of the class, and will be waiting to Welcome us, when we step off of God's Heaven bound Bus, Soon, I pray. AMEN

SKY WALK
By Arley Steinhour 011212

Having Walk-ability,
Tread the higher path,
Walk amongst the singing birds,
In the upper half.

Hear the birds sing,
Without a care,
Where all take wing,
Only Angels, there.

Breeze flows lightly,
through shining locks,
Son blazes brightly,
on these nature walks.

The dreary things,
of Mortal life,
cannot take wings,
nor offer strife.

Walk softly swings,
In gentle breeze,
God's Love it brings,
The heart to please.

We spread our arms,
As if to fly,
Looking down alarms,
So, watch God's sky.

Soon, graduate,
To Heavens fold,
No Pain, to rate,
No tear, flows bold.

A Simple choice,
Accept His Love,
We can then give Voice,
Praising Him, Above.

Singing, soaring,
Eternally,
Angels imploring,
Repent, Be Free.

AMEN

Inspiration photo, and poem, may be viewed together, at:
McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: SKY WALK

Photographer/Location, Unknown, inspired these, my Praise-words, "SKY WALK;" be it here, in Mortality, or later, with God, and His Angels, We-CAN. (notice the shaping of the poles)

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Girl Scout Cookie Attack
By Arley Steinhour 011312

Father God, please keep me strong,
Girl Scouts again, will sing their song,

They knock at door, most innocent,
To make the waist-line go hell-bent,

The cookies in the air-tight bag,
Are crisp and tasty, with Red flag;

Red flag being calorie,
Extra weight is offered free.

Tears of joy, will run down cheek,
Munching gently, flavor seek,

One or two, will do no harm,
Five or six, creates alarm.

Calories at One-Five-Oh,
Eat enough, look like Nero,

Young sweet face looks up at me,
'Cookies Sir,' I fall like tree;

Oh, what the heck, I'll take a few,
Control myself, eating one or two;

Close the door, and failing quickly,
Reaching the kitchen, I'm feeling sickly;

Averaging two steps per bite,
I'll gain three pounds throughout the night.

I swear each year, I'll buy no more,
And then there's that knock on my door,

'Cookies, Sir,' says the girl in Green,
I buy three so I don't feel mean.

Burp!

Place a cookie, on my plate, and for Dinner, I'll never be late.
Girl Scout Cookie, YessirEee, you have caused more pounds on me.

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Thanks, oner and all, for the 'Likes,' that is fodder for the engine, helps keep me going.

Fulfilling Our Part
By Arley Steinhour 011312

Blessed are you, Oh lord my god,
Bless this day of mystery,
It may be happy, or day of rod,
but probably full of history.

As we open up our eyes,
to experience this day,
May I have a warm surprise,
In my life, have total sway.

Please bless my part,
And fill my Tray,
Fill to the brim my mortal heart,
And to Heaven, show the way.

I'll play my faithful part in you,
As good as any faithful son,
Guide my course, this day through,
Salvation, through Grace, I've won.

May I be a beacon, bright as I be,
To any unsaved heart,
Father let them see, you're in me,
Satan, no more has a part.

If they see it, however meek,
If they want, they will Repent,
Conviction and Adoption, seek.
A price that has no Rent.

Please, gather in the Lambs, Dear God,
So many have gone astray,
Bring them home, with loving rod,
May they live Eternal Day.

We mount the Wall, and sound the call,
Assemble to the LORD,
Even though you must pass, one and all,
Through Old Satan's hoard.

AMEN

It's lonely at the Altar, come join me everyone,
Let us make a pact with God, through His Only Begotten Son.

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Good Morning God 011612
By Arley Steinhour

Awakening, this brand-new day,
I raise my prayer to you,
Asking you bless me in every way,
So to your glory, I be true.

Without so much as blink of eye,
There is beauty to behold,
Like creatures flying in the sky,
Plus earthbound, young and old.

Great, the process of awakening,
From sound sleep through the night,
To find this new day, beckoning,
As darkness yields to your Sunlight.

As I more behold the window scene,
I say my morning prayer,
Praising you that it be crisp and clean,
while my day is free from care.

There's frost upon the window pane,
Tree limbs sparkle in new light,
Chimneys emit a stream of smoke,
Showing homes are warm and tight.

This day, Bless to your Glory,
It, and I are a part of you,
I ask you bless my part, again,
So double portion loves you true.

The rays of light bring the sky to sight,
Becoming a clear, crispy, Blue,
Not one cloud, does the Blue sky blight,
I greet with smile, this day made by you.

Turning on News, as I cook breakfast,
Taters and eggs, my favorite fare,
I knew that pristine couldn't last,
From the news, I want to pull my hair.

Jerusalem, Cup of trembling seat,
World waits to see what you do,
Your People, so many contemptibly treat,
Fulfilling Prophecies aimed at you.

Diverse places feel Earth tremble,
Sky fills black with ashen clouds,
Buildings shake, and disassemble,
Causing many homeless crowds.

Seas roar, filling hearts with dread,
Fish, dying in great number,
Birds falling from the sky, all dead,
Times that History can't remember.

Praying, eating, pondering,
I think I'm ready for today,
Keyboard in hand, I'm witnessing,
No time for fishing, or to play.

With you, first in thought,
Witnessing in my funny way,
As I start my busy day,
May I reach somebody's heart.

AMEN

Morning, Waking up Prayer, Something to celebrate, as being able to be done,
and is to me, oh, so much fun.

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Troubles to Rescue
By Arley Steinhour 011912

So many things upon my mind,
I may not make much sense,
One great point that I did find,
Straying brother back in the fence.

A week ago, to his surprise,
He received a visit from Jesus,
Who filled his heart with God supplies,
His return to fold, sure does please us.

When Jesus came a knocking,
Declaring, to where he was bent,
A glimpse of Hell is very shocking,
There, he'll never more be sent.


Iran is getting ready to blow,
A Nuclear bomb, deep in the earth,
If for no reason than world to show,
Their military might has Nuclear worth.

Earthquakes, seeing more and stronger,
Volcano's smoking anywhere they please,
Diverse places, can't hide much longer,
With so much smoke and ash, to sneeze.

One thing, that really caught my ear,
Earth seems to be moaning, and groaning,
Travailing moans, or too much beer,
Perhaps, the cry of a soul, before stoning.

There was a sound that might be grand,
The metal sound of blaring Trumpet,
Sound that washed all over the land,
But too haunting for tea and crumpet.

Israel's only friend left, it seems,
Wants to Rule them like he's Regal,
Their leadership said, 'In your dreams,'
If ours acts Regal, don't look for Legal.

Prophetic Words, now being heard,
Are haunting Two Thousand Twelve,
Seer's, Mayan's, and Preachers word,
Paint a picture, where few folk will delve.

In the words of a fine Christian Sister,
Who Opines with authorative skill,
'I don't know all of the answer,
But, do know the one who will.'

If you don't know Him, who made us,
Forming mankind from the clay,
You need get acquainted or miss the bus,
When He comes to Snatch Bride away.

AMEN (with a grin)

When the Hero comes to rescue man, He won't come 'inviting' to fly,
No, Sorting, in a flash of time, with a critical eye.

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Brian and Casey
By Arley Steinhour 012012

A brother lost his dog, today,
Fourteen years a best friend,
So much pain he couldn't play,
Casey waits for Brian at other end.

Reading Brian's sharing, with a tear,
I could tell that Brian's heart did ache,
With heartfelt solace, him to cheer,
I offer up this comfort, for his sake:

A dog is our best buddy,
What else could he be,
Too vibrant to be fuddy-duddy,
And, too much heart to be a tree.

The next time that you see him,
He'll surely wag his tail,
You'll both be young and trim,
Together you can run a mile.

So, don't feel badly in your heart,
You need no tears, for memory,
Casey will reside in a special part,
Of your heart and Family Tree.

Hold your head up, and proclaim,
A great dog owned a part of your life,
Knowing he'd wait in Snow or rain,
Soon together, without mortal strife.

AMEN

How many miles have those paws run,
How many faces did Casey lick,
Fully healed, and waiting for Brian,
'Arrive with a good running stick.'

Dedicated to Brian and Casey in their temporary separation.

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Dream Being Fulfilled
By Arley Steinhour 012412

What a day to have Tribulation,
What a time to be in love,
Final days for World and Nation,
Snatched away by God Above.

The earth is quaking 'Rock and Roll,'
Volcano's huff and puff,
Like Drunken Sailor, take a stroll,
No need for luggage stuff.

Behind we leave our tears and pain,
People wonder where we went,
We leave this world, like upward rain,
Behind us, those who won't repent.

Without my pain, and excess fat,
My hair and teeth returned,
Lean and young, eternally that,
Skin Golden, no more to burn

As Bride of Christ, reward awaits
At Bema we learn our score,
Linen Robe, with golden plaits,
Sandals new forever more.

A Crown of Gold, Jesus makes,
Bejeweled to show our lack of Sin,
Based on all our Saving stakes,
In Him, for His least of Kin.

We may, yet, have a little time,
We need not look too far,
Unsaved abound for witness Rhyme,
Help Him save a Fallen Star.

Be Joyful that Time is Ending,
Satan soon, to be locked away,
Where, God's Way he'll not be bending,
Millennial Kingdom, where Work is Play.

AMEN
Keep not the light of your heart hidden under a basket, let the world see its brightness,
and let the world hear you proclaim your love for Jesus. His reward, for doing so, is very very Great.

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Pondering 012612
By Arley Steinhour

"God's words have been corrupted,'
Some 'experts,' like to say,
They think we falsely interpreted,
And, In Hell, we're going to stay.

Their main gripe is 'Salvation,'
We want it all for free,
We can't have any Heaven station,
When we simply bend a knee.

'There's so much more to being saved,
There's many hard works to do;
If folks don't feel as if enslaved,
We aren't a part of Heaven's Stew.'

We all agree, we're Sinners,
Way beyond Salvation's hope,
Yet, they insist we can be Winners,
Sliding down our Hell-bent slope.

We must Repent, and Beat our Souls,
With Suffering, Self-induce,
God will see us try to meet His goals,
He will then, the punishment reduce.

'Repent,' oh, yes, we do agree,
From Sin do move away,
Trust in Sacrifice, upon the tree,
And, there's nothing there to pay.

'That can't be right,' they proclaim,
'He wouldn't die for me or you,'
They miss how He took our Sin and Shame,
Agape Love, displayed so true.

To folks who wait for proof in hand,
You'll see it, a 'twinkle of eye' too late,
For His Bride, Jesus don't use a band,
'Bride Snatched,' to Heaven's Gate.

AMEN

I like to ponder in His arms,
Partaking in His Royal Charms,
Head and heart filled to overflowing,
Blood Salvation, with nothing owing.

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Signs of the Season
By Arley Steinhour 012612

Dear Father God, why can't we see,
The signs show your Last Warning,
We should see what they actually be,
True signs of your Mourning.

Earthquakes rack the hill and dale,
Volcano's try to fill sky with ash,
Tsunami's put many souls in grave,
Freedom, Terrorism does abash.

Fire burns great tracts of land,
Flooding ruins homes and crop,
Rumor abounds with war at hand,
What scares me is when warnings stop.

I do not fear for Christians, which I be,
I cry for unsaved, we leave behind,
Surviving Tribulation Hell, catastrophe,
The end of it, three in four will never see.

Saved by Grace, we've won the race,
Without breaking a finger-nail,
Your only Son, took our place,
Redemption Paid, Death never to assail.

Until you come to 'Snatch Away,'
Your Bride, the Church, it be,
We need go witness every day,
More unsaved, may yet be free.

Some will still not see the danger,
Some will Repent with all their heart,
Some will react in blind anger,
Some will thank us for having a heart.

Give us, Lord, the words to say,
As we locate those who will,
May we approach, and witness away,
Inviting them, join us, on Zion Hill.

AMEN
Witnessing is something like Preaching at the start,
Let Holy Spirit guide your words, He will do His part.

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End Times Time
By Arley Steinhour 012912

As in the days of Noah's life,
He had three sons, and one wife.

As in the days of Nephew Lot,
Wife was salt at the Vista spot.

Snow White Owl, from North Arctic,
Has flown South, acting erratic.

China selling their best weaponry,
To every Arab that they see.

Earthquakes swarm in diverse places,
Without warning, or Social graces.

Terrorists blow themselves up,
Thirty victims fill their martyr cup.

Birds are falling from the sky,
No one seems to know quite why.

Fish, floating dead, by the ton,
Cleaning them up, ain't no fun.

Funny clouds up in the Blue,
I'd say 'insane,' be me or you.

Asteroid, no one saw arrive,
Zipped by, close by, hyper-drive.

Northern lights dancing in Carolina night,
Sun Bursts provide the beautiful light.

So much of this was well forecast,
Throughout the Bible, for 'Days, the last.'

God may be warning our souls,
Change our ways, or dig like Moles.

There is no way to escape His wrath,
Unless we follow His sacred path;

To the small door leading to Him,
The door called Jesus, who took our Sin.

Anyone living, not Born Again,
In Hell, with Satan, live in their Sin.

Easy as pie, we all can be saved,
Accept His Pardon, not be enslaved.

Repent your ways, and start anew,
Your focus on Christ, Him living in you.

AMEN

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Good Bad and Godly
By Arley Steinhour 013112

With players in position, Good and Evil now to trace,
To see just who the bad and good guys are,
With Anti-logic thinking, to put each clue in place,
We must stop the 'victim,' before they go too far.

There is a mean 'young' Nation, Twelve Million plus a few,
Pouring Cup of consternation , on a Billion 'victim' folk,
Fresh from the 'Spas of Concentration,' with nothing else to do,
Than to steal this 'Desecrated land,' as some kind of 'joke.'

Oh, the 'victim' cries and wails, as they're carted off to Jail,
For defending 'their' land, from Jew's who received it back,
For shooting rockets cross the border, to cause Israel travail,
The poor 'victims' suffer greatly, when the Jew fights back.

Bullets fly, people die, no one can be nice,
Four thousand years of Feuding, is what it be,
Treaties signed, far more than twice,
Like Hatfield and McCoy, plain to see.

What caused this problem, you might ask,
I doubt any could well explain,
Who best serves the 'One God,' task,
To be worthy of Blessing Rain.

Want to know who the Real God be,
'Victim' says 'to kill' for him sets them free,
The God of the Jew, came and died for you and even me,
So with Him, our souls could forever be, free, even me.

Soon comes a time of Seven years,
Of Great destruction, with death galore,
When 'anti-god' does enjoy the cheers,
From those thinking he gives much more.

When the Seven are finished, final battle won,
Stands One God worthy of Worship, and Praise,
With the 'Anti-god,' locked in chains by God's 'Son,'
Who Rules One Thousand Years, to teach God's ways.

AMEN

My mind woke up thinking in a weird sort of way, almost as if I could still ride a horse, so if the words don't quite make sense, will mean my mind has gone way off course. Haaa-Yeee, I think I'm me.
Try it, You'll like it.

[Navyblue]

Pneumonial Praise
By Arley Steinhour 021312

Dare I ponder what was happening,
To this body so wracked with pain,
Eight days of royal suffering,
Signs of health I could not feign;

Ability to barely breath,
Healing sleep beyond my grasp,
Standing there before the 'Gate,'
With the One-Way Golden Hasp.

In and out of Prayer to God,
On and off, with conscious thought,
Would I meet the cover of the Sod,
Or Raptured out of Cemetery plot?

Thoughts and feelings, much like this,
Ran through my mind, this week,
Would I suffer loss, or enjoy bliss,
And, inherit, as will the meek.

I do not fear what some call 'die,'
The name I like, is 'graduate,'
Either way, like cake or pie,
It can call, and is never late.

What started as suspected Cold,
Proved Pneumonia, I do believe,
Bronchi slime, so sticky and bold,
And nose, no air to retrieve.

Sunday, the glue began to flow,
My breath brought back my life,
Today, a smile I can even show,
Free of that sticky, snotty, strife.

A few more days, recovering,
I'll be as good as new,
Back on line, and Blathering,
My Praise to God, and you.

AMEN

[Navyblue]

CUP of COFFEE
By Arley Steinhour 021512

Praise to you, oh Lord my God,
With me, both day and night,
Guiding and protecting me,
With your Holy Spirit Light.

Somewhere in the dark of sleep,
A dream of you did come to me,
It was early in the morning light,
You'd poured me a cup of coffee.

My mind was kind of in a fog,
As I raised my cup to sip,
First thing noted, fragrance,
Like being at sea, without a ship.

Lifting mug some closer,
I saw it was half full,
Liquid, warm, thick, and steamy,
With the strength of Papal Bull.

I knew my mind was playing,
A joke upon itself,
I was almost visualizing,
Children dancing on meadow shelf.

Closer to my lips the liquid came,
Gently crossing threshold to my life,
Blossoms bloomed, Music Sailed,
Imagine total absence of any strife.

The coffee didn't just pass by,
It refreshed my totality,
Warm, strong, smooth, sweet,
I've never felt so Loved and Free.

I hadn't even yet began to swallow,
What would happen, once a part of me,
To 'swallow' anything of God,
Makes you part of His Family.

I already know that answer,
As He smiled and bent my ear,
"Come, take part in the whole meal,
I have your reservation held right here."

We're standing in the kitchen,
Breakfast foods cooking all around,
I cannot take you to that part,
'Insufficient memory,' my PC found.

I share with you a small part,
So you can have a hint or two,
of my wake-up call, with God, to start,
What Jesus wants to do for you.

Heaven's more than a cup of coffee,
Far, Far, more than just a meal,
Eternal gifts beyond our wildest dream,
As we 'Taste' His coffee, at 'Gate Entry Meal.'

What did it taste like, you might ask,
There's no words for me to tell,
Every soul receives a 'Gate-Taste,'
I mourn for those who taste, at the 'Gate of Hell.'

AMEN