Praise and Poetry by Arley

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Hallelujah Happy
By Arley Steinhour 052012
(Day 43 of Omer, Lyyar 28, 5772)

Sing Hallelujah, come on, be happy,
Put your tired Blues away,
Jesus, with O K from Pappy,
Comes to Snatch Church Bride away.

There won't be any fanfare,
Unsaved won't know event,
Why we're gone, they won't care,
Maybe wonder where we went.

Grab your prayer shawl, make it snappy,
Take position on the knees, today,
Jesus, wants to Snatch us all,
From Satan, take us All away.

That would make for much fanfare,
No unsaved found that day,
Satan, the only one to care,
No one, with which to play.

Our Praising, and our Dancing,
Will fill Royal Heart of God,
In Heaven, we'll be Prancing,
Never needed, the Iron Rod.

So, tell the friend and neighbor,
Even those you do not know,
Salvation's through Sons Labor,
Redemption free, for all below.

However, should a soul refuse,
Redemption price Son paid, for all,
Condemns them to Hell's abuse,
Torment, the Ultimate Fall.

AMEN
[They'll not get this mortal chance, again]

Like David danced, bringing in the Arc,
Raise your arms, your voice, and dance,
Praising Faith generates much spark,
Like lightening, Love God, light the dark.

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Beginning of Wisdom
By Arley Steinhour 052212
(Day 45 of Omer, Lyyar 30, 5772 [here])

God did it all in ordered way,
So we can understand,
With Creation, He didn’t play,
Everything is so well planned.

The words He speaks, in Bible,
Have meaning, or is not said,
So His perfection, born in ‘Stable,’
Came with no bed, for His head.

Please read the words included,
In the article, here, below,
Know, our wisdom has only started,
In all that we need know.

We could study God’s way, daily,
Crack of dawn, until sun-set,
Mind can’t wrap around the tally,
Of what we need know, but haven’t yet.

Prelude to Wisdom, He wants us learn,
Our job, is to do our very best,
We open mind, to let his wisdom burn,
And, our God will do the rest.

AMEN:

Original Message:

God's Accuracy

Fascinating, I've never given most of this a thought!!!!

God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.

For example:

-the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days;

-those of the canary in 14 days;

-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;

-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days;

-those of the mallard in 35 days;

-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days.

(Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!)

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an eleph ant... The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction.. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs... For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily.

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first.

A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first.

How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains.

-Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind.

-Each orange has an even number of segments.

-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.

-Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains.

-Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.

-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather.

All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundred fold - all even numbers.

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure, 'Empty.'

Only the One, Who made the brain and the heart, can successfully guide them to a profitable end.

I HOPE YOU FIND THIS AS FASCINATING AS I DID

.....WOW!!!!

May God Bless You, In Ways You’ve Never Even Dreamed, Today, and Every Day! AMEN


Oh, Lord, the joy of being old,
To have Time, your word to read,
Each time I learn more, new and bold,
As I plow verse, you sew more seed.

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Lamb and Lion
By Arley Steinhour 052312
(Day 46 of Omer, Sivan 1, 5772)

Heaven's Gate, soon opens wide,
The key be fully turned,
Soon, all believers pass inside,
Holy Spirit path is learned.

To understand, God's Prophecy,
Lamb and Lion, good place to start,
Day by day, God's Truth you'll see,
As you, Better, will know your part.

God's Son, Jesus, soon to come,
Bride to Snatch-away,
Believers all, denote the Sum,
Who disappear, that day.

The 'Born Again,' and Spirit Led,
Have their Ticket/Pass, on forehead,
Eternal with Jesus, plate, and bed,
As God's Word has always said.

The Church, or Bride, whatever,
Plays a unique role in Prophecy,
Be with God Forever, and Ever,
In New Jerusalem, where Sin can't be.

Your Ticket/Pass is Paid-for,
By Jesus, the Son, with Blood,
Only through Him, the path is plaid,
Adopted, as God's Royal Brood.

AMEN

Jesus, the Lamb, The Sacrifice,
Pure enough to save Mankind,
The Only Means, our Way to Splice,
No other Way, To Heaven, we Find.

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ROCK at the TOP
By Arley Steinhour 052312
(Day 46 of Omer, Sivan 1, 5772)

Dick Clarks house is up for Sale,
Unique, is a usable term,
Fred Flintstone, and Barney would Pale,
Green Home at the top of the Berm.

I’d love to live there,
And yet, NOT,
Too clean to bear,
The junk I’ve got.

I’d chew my fingers,
To the Bone,
The great View lingers,
Not for the ‘Alone.’

An Icon, I will never be,
Nor have an Icon, Family,
We love to live our lives free,
Without House payment misery.

First time I fell,
And rolled down the hill,
I’d experience well ‘Cactus Hell,’
Needing more than Aspirin pill.

Dick Clark always had a youthful look,
His home, shines with longevity,
Just living there would author many a book,
In the fantastic things to see.

I hope to see Dick ‘M-C-ing’ the Dance,
As we Flash-Dance before God’s Throne,
Alive and Healthy, our legs will Prance,
Praising God, Ever More, He alone.

AMEN

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WHEAT or TARE
By Arley Steinhour 053512
(Day 47 of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)

Barak Obama, doesn't lie,
He in-sin-u-ate,
Twisting words, sweet as pie,
That some folk over-rate.

We think, he's saying one thing,
As he looks us in the eye,
A gifted talker, he dulls the sting,
Of what sober men call a lie.

Teleprompters, before his face,
He's glib as he can be,
Written prompting, not in place,
He buzzes, like a bee.

I pray he thinks he has the way,
To solve our country's blues,
He states the Rich should only pay,
The money, Poor Folk use.

The Middle class, is no more,
Wiped out by regulation news,
Cost of business, locked the door,
Now poor, they too, sing the blues.

The 'One Percent,' abandon ship,
They take their 'Cheese,' and flee,
Leave behind not one Welfare chip,
It's starvation time for you and me.

Some call it Socialism,
Fascism, or Communism,
Free men now in 'prison,'
Mom's no longer Mommy.

Many feel he's doing right,
Seems the world hates U S A,
Too soon, we cannot fight the fight,
Then, World Subjugation becomes the Play.

the man we call the President,
Inherited quite a mess,
He took the rod, off he went,
Gambled away the Rent.

We the People, we did err,
Not the first mistake we've made,
The thing that makes me shiver,
Is if a Second Term card is played.

The above is my opinion,
Bill of rights does say I may,
Speak my heart, even if onion,
When we vote, We'll know who to pay.

AMEN

(PS: Shavuot/Pentecost starts at full Sunset, Saturday, in Israel/Jerusalem just after 8: PM, [high-noon, CST, USA] and will be complete Sunday Sunset, Israel/Jerusalem.) This is the season when the 'Wheat, and Tare' can be harvested, and separated, one 'taken,' to the Barn, and the other, 'bundled,' for the Flame.
A thought.
(Which are you??)

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Parable of the Harvest
By Arley Steinhour 052612
(Day 49 of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)

Prepare yourself, in Spirit,
Shavuot, is 'Day of Separation,'
The Prophecy, now hear it,
Harvested Wheat, from every Nation.

For Two Thousand years, now,
Wheat and Tare, grown together,
Harvest time, just before the plow,
Wheat to Barn, and Tare to 'Nether.'

Matthew Thirteen, Twenty and Four,
Complete in Thirteen, Thirty,
Shares with man when God's at the door,
As Time gets down, to being 'Sodom-dirty.'

Two Thousand years, plus many more,
Jew, and Gentile, have crushed God's heart,
We live in Sin, reject Him, shore to shore,
Not thinking, we play Satan's part.

This very day, is just like that,
Without Faith, we love to play,
Not knowing, we be Casey at bat,
About to Strike-out, any day.

We, seek Harvest, at the ready,
They, the Tare, too, oh-so glad,
We of Faith, in Him, be Steady,
Tares believe that 'Good is Bad.'

Did you read through the stories Jest,
Do you see what Jesus really said,
One time of year, can be 'the Harvest,'
Sending Wheat and Tare, to proper bed.

The Tare, cannot be taken, first,
Wheat, can't be harvested last,
Both, together, yield the 'thirst,'
Season of growth has fully past.

Tare can't make, or be, one grain of Wheat,
Wheat knows exactly where they'll be,
To the Fire, Tare, screaming 'you mistreat,'
Wheat, Home with God, Joyous Eternity.

AMEN

Shavuot, As I finished typing,
We had about an hour to go,
I send this for your liking,
So you might find, what I don't know.

Your Word is a Lamp upon our feet, and a Light unto our path.
May our reading be a daily treat, and with Spirit, free from Wrath.

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Shavuot Celebration
By Arley Steinhour 052712
(Day 50, of Omer, Sivan 3, 5772)
[Day of 'Counting,' Feast of God]

The silence of the morning,
lay upon my waking ear,
Soft hum of Conditioner, moaning,
In this, fresh hot time of year.

Sunlight fills the window pane,
Through sky, so crisp and blue,
At least, for hour, be no rain,
Praying for ways to glorify you.

In Jerusalem, until Sunset,
We're deep in Shavuot,
Discharging Harvest Vent,
Saving Wheat, from Tare (or 'goat').

You told Apostles a firm 'Do not,
Remove Tare from crop of wheat,
Until Harvest, when Angels cut the lot,
To salvage, God's last bit of Salvation meat.'

The Tare, well tied, and set aside,
To feed to the Fires of Hell,
Wheat inside Barn, for Heaven ride,
God's Blessing, All Sin, now Repel.

Soon, your Harvest is complete,
the question, one might ask,
Repentance Grace, no more entreat,
Naught left but Sin-Judging-Task.

Today, our Congregation heart,
Conjoin, to worship you,
Celebration of your Harvest,
That keeps us 'Fat,' and True.

The 'Binders,' soon be finished,
Tare then taken away,
Thrown in the Fire, be punished,
Redeemed, to Worship Eternal DAY.
AMEN

Look, real close, you'll see the 'Tare,'
A tad taller than Wheat, when ripe,
Early removal, Death, wheat would share,
At Harvest, Tare can't hide it's 'Stripe.'
(The picture fit perfectly to the stanza, but I can't seem to change the system to allow deletion, so I can import, OH-Well. Come to FB, to my home-site, and see if you don't agree, the picture speaks the answer to the parable.)

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Memorial
To All Veterans, who hear a knell,
Vet's like me, alive,
Join the prayer, for those who fell,
Never more to 'strive.'

May Freedom Ring,
From Sea to Sea,
The peace they bring,
Protecting, you and me.

Considering,
The weight on his back,
the pressure on his psyche,
and the pain in his Spirit,
If He can take time to pray, shouldn't we??

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Memorial Q and A
By Arley Steinhour 052812
(Day after Shavuot, Sivan 7, 5772)

Do we live today like any day,
Or in reverence have heart at half-mast,
I think I know what they would say,
"We gave you freedom, no heart down-cast."

The fight goes on, war after war,
No end to tyrants greed for control,
Freedom isn't near, nor far,
But, what you have, when Church-bells toll.

When a Religion, has the power,
To 'mandate,' theirs be the 'Only Way,'
They force upon man the final hour,
When our True God comes to have His Say.

Only then, my heart does feel,
War will be no more,
The god of hate, no more can steal,
Anyone behind the bloodstained door.

Until the God, of one and all,
Who 'Loves us,' everyone,
Judges Satan to his fall,
Eden be regained, 'through the Son.'

Pray, that time is 'at the door,'
For the sake of all mankind,
Especially for the 'Fallen,' of war,
And Love for ALL, may we ALL, find.

AMEN

(note: these words go with another picture, not in my file here, so I substitute an appropriate reminder)
May hearts sing, for what they gave,
Freedom for us, for them, the grave.
Fly heart and flag high in the sky,
Let them know they are 'Blessed, in our eye.'
(But for the Grace of God, there, stands my son)

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We TOO
By Arley Steinhour 052912

What they do, in this clip,
I couldn’t do with what I flew,
We flew the bottom called a ship,
Submarine, the name we knew.

To fly high above the water,
That, we tried hard not to do,
What made us go, not propeller,
For lack of better word, called a ‘Screw.’

Quietly, and out of sight,
We plied the things we do,
Like pilots, did all things right,
Defending Country, that means You.

AMEN

We remember
Pilots will love this! AND SO DO I

http://www.youtube.com/v/RU1oB8sGyYM

Diesel-Electric, way back when,
Of Deep-Six movie/action fame,
Until went to 'Nuc,' and Then,
Deep-Sixty, was our game.

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Growing Season
By Arley Steinhour 053112

We ask your blessing, Dear, Father God,
May you bless this prayer and praise,
From this land where Freedom has trod,
Now badly deserving your Iron Rod.

Summer quarter, now your season,
Garden crops sprouted from earth,
To relax our hand, much like treason,
As Fruit and Vegetables, now give birth.

The job of feeding one and all,
Seems never to have an end,
When one thinks all is in the stall,
Next season starts right at the bend.

You give your faithful, extra bounty,
For our needs, and so much more,
For widow, and children, we have plenty,
But, For lazy, we now need show the door.

Those, we see, with well fed girth,
Be from one of two positions,
Hard working Old, enjoying fat and mirth,
And Welfare lazy, living family traditions.

Some folk's employment lost, not whole,
A time in life, when jobs are few,
We render aid to that injured soul,
For strength to find something they can do.

Today, we seem to be at a juncture,
Where those who pay, are in the hole,
As the earner is becoming fewer,
Are those, now, in need of a helping pole.

The poor, the weak, the lazy,
Now overwhelm the working class,
Some, demanding more, so crazy,
Fatigue makes worker leave in mass.

Hard workers look for greener grass,
They tire of being stolen from,
Company owners, cover their ***.ets,
Incentive to do, no longer has form.

Dear God, from We the People,
We need your saving Grace,
From Harbor pier, to Steeple,
We are far behind the race.

So many illegal, and lazy people,
Care not, 'Cash-udder,' is almost dry,
No one comes to Sunday Chapel,
Without you, this Nation will die.

We of Faith know, only too well,
Without Jesus, we'd live in Hell,
For, this country's restraining power,
Must pass, to allow Tribulation hour.

We need be, each day, on knee,
May the reader join this prayer to thee,
To supplicate your blessing on all,
So Satan's rule, can truly Fall.
AMEN

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Praise and Glory
By Arley Steinhour 060312

Praise and Glory to you, Dear God,
On this, Sunday Sabbath day,
We worship true, without the Rod,
With you, we stay and pray.

I'm sitting here, heart humming,
Just doing my praising thing,
With you, my prayerful communing,
Trying Psalms of David to sing.

The quiet of this Sunny day,
Except the hum of the refer,
Makes my heart, to you say,
My love keeps getting deeper;

How deep, I'm not rightly sure,
A bottom for it isn't there,
Every day, it is more pure,
Holding all that I can share.

The world is spinning ever along,
Mankind wails bemoaning song,
Crying to you that all is wrong,
In sin-filled heart, you won't belong.

Soon, you come to separate,
The lover and the hater,
Through 'Choice,' we then segregate,
Without a 'See you later.'

Those who chose to love you,
Have new home with the Son,
Basking in your Glory, true,
Never more, need burning Sun.

Haters, too, have eternal abode,
In Lake where Fallen Angels go,
Enduring flame, the Torment load,
Choice made, Condemned, Below.

AMEN

In this life, we all must make,
The choices of handling our 'penny,'
Bad choice will make earth shake,
Good choice, Blessed Reward, So-Many.

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Curtain Call
By Arley Steinhour 060512

Trumpet of God, does some confound,
Somehow, that thought confuses me,
Jew and Gentile both, hear the sound,
Of God's Trumpet, that make us free.

Around this world, so sinful,
God's orchestra is Tuning-up,
To play the notes, No-Way mournful,
As Bridegroom does 'Snatch-us-UP.'

Jews expect, to see 'Arrival,'
To show them who He be,
Christians expect, to see 'Survival,'
As Bride, and member of Son's Family.

The Jew, the lesson, soon to learn,
Two Thousand years of blinded pride,
Messiah's coming, was for all that yearn,
Sin Redemption, to the Cross, applied.

The time of Gentile, treading the Mount,
Where God's Temple once stood in Glory,
Once again, soon, see Temple to Fount,
Denoting time of last chapter, of Sin story.

A Thousand years, Israel, God will bless,
Replacing Stone with Flesh, in Jewish heart,
Jew and Gentile revel in new happiness,
God is One, as both share their Part.

The Covenant, for all, to be Brand New,
Sin, and Satan, now long-gone,
Perfect Joy, under God's sky so Blue,
Simple movement, creates new song.

The great part is, this can be had by all,
The sad part is, this will not be chosen by some,
Some hearts prefer not to hear His call,
Until the Lake of Fire becomes their home.

AMEN

And the veil of the temple was rent in twain,
Some to Loss, Some to Gain

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Good Morning God
By Arley Steinhour 060702

Dear, Father God,

This morning, as your Sun rose,
So did my lid of eye,
My heart gave birth to praying prose,
As I looked up at the sky.

'Good-Morning' prayer began to flow,
Softly crossing lips, to start,
Love emotion did wax and grow,
From my overflowing heart.

With new strength, I cast my seed,
Glorified, in my Praise to you,
Hoping you will find a need,
In a barren heart, longing to be true.

I pray your Blessing on my day,
My thoughts, my words, my deed,
That I may serve you any way,
As you fill my every mortal need.

I lift my friends and family clan,
Who suffer in loss and pain,
If not needed to your perfect plan,
You reach out with healing rain.

Wash their loss and pain away,
So they know your Seal of Love,
Strengthening, their Faith resolve, today,
To keep their focus on You, above.

Short, the season, left to man,
To reconcile, eternally, with you,
So, in your never ending plan,
Cleansed and Perfect, we be, TRUE.

AMEN

Raise Praise to God, each and every day,
Before taking up the load you bear,
God's blessings have the Right of way,
Your Love professed, with all, He'll share.

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Angel Wings
by Arley Steinhour 060912

You may think me full of Hot Air,
But I'm convinced that God is there,
Watching down upon mankind,
God's Blessings, for those, Grace does find.

Perhaps, it's brushed, and faked by man,
To play with hearts, by sleight of hand,
Real, or Fake, I don't really mind,
It still reminds me of God, the 'Perfect' Find.

Keep the watch, don't drop your eye,
Jesus comes soon, like cloud, in sky,
He'll hail, His own, with the Trump of God,
Those He takes won't need Iron Rod.

Angels, fly the sky, as cloud, like bird,
Sing only a song, saved-heart has heard,
Of Times gone by, that brings tomorrow,
Life Joy filled, with no more sorrow.

Come soon, dear Jesus, come for your Bride,
We wait for you, full lamp, arms opened wide,
Sadly, some is left behind, with tears in eyes,
As distance grows, weaker be their mournful cries.

If only, they would open their heart to you,
Accept the price you paid for all, not few,
Perhaps, they then could make the flight,
As part of Bride, be it day or night.
AMEN

I saw this Photo, and off I flew,
I felt a Poem, coming quickly through,
PC came alive, as the words I wrote,
Thirty minutes, to make word-boat float.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN,
Wish I could write-um this easy again.
(Due to circumstances, seemingly beyond my control, and expertise, please vision a large, thick, cloud, shaped like angel wings, over your head, so thick you could almost slice off a piece of the cloud, sorry.)

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ON BEHALF of All
By Arley Steinhour 061012
Dear, Father God,
We don't know when you will return,
When you decide, many may only stare,
'Last Call, Repent now, or else Burn,'
What crosses your lips, fills the air.

I marvel at your Glory,
I marvel at your Grace,
I marvel at your Son's Story,
Redeeming the Human race.

Jesus gave new Covenant order,
To show that we've been saved,
'Show our love for one-another,
In Him, Free, as His enslaved.'

Those who worship Satan,
Believe, Christian Faith must die,
Thinking they're the godly nation,
Satan's convinced them of his lie.

He/You said, 'don't hate enemy,
But, pray their blindness gone,
Show them our love, given free,
They may see that they are wrong.'

Those of the highest order,
In Heaven, where you Rule,
Be Martyrs standing at your Alter,
To Return with you, and also rule.

You knew the ending from the start,
Each day's events, down to hour,
All involved need keep open the heart,
When you say 'Go,' we'll have the power.

Every soul conceived by man,
Has Eternal part to play,
Royal status in your Family plan,
Or, Lake of Fire Torment, sad-to-say.

AMEN
I presume to pray for all,
Even those who’ve closed their heart,
Time is short till Heaven’s call,
Choice of Torment, or His Family, a part.
Ponder, Please

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Angel on a Bench
By Arley Steinhour 061012
(Inspired by picture, by "Colours of Life")

Kindness is a type of language,
That the deaf can hear and understand,
So filled with Love, no one can gauge,
A Blind man can see a helping hand.

Alone, with love-lost bosom,
On a cold, and dreary day,
Clinging to a frozen blossom,
'Why did God take her away?'

No one knows his story,
They wouldn't understand,
His heart, like hair, quite hoary,
Sixty years, walking hand in hand.

Someday soon, he'll find her,
Waiting at the gate,
Of their home in the heather,
Two blocks, from God's estate.

So, should you see this stranger,
Sitting lonely on Park bench seat,
He'd appreciate a warm manger,
To him, you'd be an Angel, most complete.

Please give to God, the credit,
To this man, and your question, why,
Remembering you seldom edit,
Your attitude of being shy.

To Him you be an Angel,
To you, he may be one too,
God works many an angle,
To read your heart, how true.

AMEN

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The Marine Landed
By Arley Steinhour 061112

Some of those, on my mail list,
Went to school with me,
New Principal, Sir-named Bliss,
Arrived, in Fifty Two, or Three.

Full head of White, Retired Marine,
We had a school-gang, they were bad,
Decided, the Principal, They’d train,
What happened next was so very sad.

Unruly bunch, his office, they strolled in,
Without knock, request, or permission,
Short talk they thought they’d win,
Until, Bliss snowed upon their treason.

Through the door, each one flew,
You’d think that they had wings,
Landed, and slid into hall wall, true,
So in their heads, a bird that sings.

The ‘border-liners,’ much like me,
Needed only that one call,
From the Angel of ‘Lesson learned,’
To place our rebellion, in a stall.

And, we then lived, to graduate.
[Thank you, Lord, and Mr. Bliss; we received what we needed.]
(Mr. Bliss may well have been a very lonely Principal/man, with no discipline problems, mostly, after that.)


Poem motivation Story: What a teacher... A Marine..!

A former Sergeant in the Marine Corps took a new job as a high school teacher.
Just before the school year started, he injured his back.

He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body.
Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn't noticeable.

On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school.

The smart aleck punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine,
were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom.

Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide, and sat down at his desk.

When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.

Dead silence.... He had no trouble with discipline the rest of the year.

[If that doesn’t describe Mr. Bliss, I don’t remember rightly, as
this is about what happened to some boys needing direction.//as//]

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PONDER and CALL
By Arley Steinhour 061212

We think of terms, as in Christian,
But, Prophets of Old, used Israel,
A ship without anchor, sail or capstan,
Would be a ship that's bound for Hell.

The numbers, Nineteen Forty Eight,
Resound throughout God's word,
Great happenings, with His Rebate,
Ply Blessings upon Israeli, in His Word.

Prophetic studying Christian folk,
Read, as if Prophecy, centers on self,
Remembering not, Israel is the yolk,
'Nations' consideration, be on a 'shelf.'

Israel, Reborn again, a Fate filled year,
Was the year, Nineteen Forty Eight,
Adam unto Abraham, same Timing for us to cheer,
Yet most calculations are without, Temple on plate.

Temple destroyed in year A D Seventy,
Not one stone upon another,
Retrieving Gold, the Roman Priority,
Israel gone, as if there was no Mother.

The math is kind of simple,
May well be, completely wrong,
This thought haunts me like a pimple,
In my dreams, so harsh and long.

'Seventy plus Nineteen Forty Eight,'
Sum's amount, Two Thousand, Eighteen,
God has a schedule, don't be late,
Short time, to fill Church the Queen.

If you desire life in Heaven's Halls,
Be Reborn, prior to Snatching Queen,
With instant Pomp, and Trumpet Calls,
See Revelation Seven: Fifteen thru Seventeen.

Tribulation follows for (Seven Years,)
Word indicates, we're hardly missed,
Beast does great, first half no tears,
Then, no mercy, nor murder desist.

Last chapters, you don't want to know,
Called Mortal Earth, a living Hell,
Look to Jesus above, not Satan below,
Your Eternity, will then turn out swell.

P S
I had to stop, for impossible it be,
To counsel with eyes filled with tears,
For those who refuse Redemption's See,
Enduring Torment's Eternal years.

AMEN

I sit here, on chair of stone,
With Bible, PC, and my Praise,
Your Word say's 'I am not alone,'
I have You, for Eternal Days.
Praise be to you, my Father. AMEN

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Today and Tomorrow
By Arley Steinhour 061312

Is it Christian, to have loss of memory,
Three seconds after every thought,
Entire life in the moment that be,
Until your 'Come up here,' is wrought.

I had a praise, start in my head,
Only moments before I could type,
As if my mind had gone to bed,
I found no words, only hype.

I sat here, wondering, 'what can I say,'
With a Subject 'Vacancy' in my mind,
To start my Praise, another way,
So I type, as if I'm totally blind.

At the wall and up to ceiling,
I focus, to load my tray,
Allowing you to keep me feeding,
On this Heartfelt, Praise, to stay.

Praise, don't need much subject,
Except, Deep Love for you,
Without my praise, I'm derelict,
Devoid of worship, too.

I praise your name, and being,
I praise your love for me,
I praise you in all I'm seeing,
Especially in gnarly old tree.

Six Thousand years of Adam,
More than Seven, for Gentile man,
Putting up with our 'Flimflam,'
Running from you, hard as we can.

Your patience be a mighty wonder,
With Rod of Iron, in your hand,
Your Word, much more than thunder,
As You shape your Family-band.

Soon, you allow the Harvest time,
And transition through Kingdom Rule,
As Remnant Souls, your mountain climb,
Who's Yours, or in the Fiery Pool.

I pray that all would hear your call,
Redemptive Adoption when we Repent,
Alas, I fear that many souls still fall,
At Final Judgment, they'll, still, curse your 'tent.'

AMEN

I sit here with empty mind, at ease,
Knowing prayer is better when on knees,
With the feeling that I might sneeze,
Fill my heart and head, won't you, please.
(so I don't feel quite so much like a dog)

Couldn't bring over my dog, so I offer a 'hitch-hiker', that shouldn't be allowed into the Wedding Feast. A thought.