Praise and Poetry by Arley

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Father Gave the Nod,
By Arley Steinhour 072812

The Father nodded, a welcome sight,
The sign, Son's been waiting for,
Even though the nod was slight,
He headed for the open door.

Two Thousand years He'd waited,
For the nod to fetch His Bride,
Strength in waiting, underrated,
Heart next to bursting, Jesus Cried.

Heads were lifted, far and near,
As the Son, offered Angelic Call,
So Bride could hearken, 'Come up Here,'
Eternally, with Him, one and all.

In the twinkle of an eye,
Flash of White, Roll of Thunder,
Beyond number, Bride will fill the sky,
While 'Left Behind,' soon realize their blunder.

Peoples clothing, strewn about,
On street, on walk, or chair,
Wedding Bands lay where they fell,
It's old owner doesn't care.

In denial, some might say,
'These are crazy dreams,'
Confusion of looting, seen all day,
Some given pills, to quell their screams.

What can be said, There is no way,
To relate to what takes place,
Those Left Behind have little to say,
About those gone from the Human Race.

There won't be time for ponder,
Those in charge will see the chance,
To bring their friends, from over yonder,
Capitalizing on this happenstance.

Perhaps, someday, the truth they'll see,
About the Rapture, and Tribulation,
Why those events, were missed by you and me,
As Jesus leads rebuilding Earthly Nation.

Those, who are smart, will search their heart,
May, even Pray, and Ponder,
Repent their ways, before Rapture part,
Eternally to Praise, and Wonder.

AMEN

Starting in Jerusalem, Jesus gives His Call,
Ironically, there may be a few
Lifting up from the 'Western Wall,'
Messianic Jew, first call, then Gentile, too.

Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Father Gave the Nod

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START to FINISH
By Arley Steinhour 073112

Tanks are loaded,
The Rockets armed,
Weapons, in a row;

Trucks, filled with troops,
Planes, in the air,
To War, all set to go.

Silence gone this morning,
A raucous loading din,
Under sky so darkly blue;

Overwhelming fear of pain,
Within these mortal hearts,
Know, a dying job is due.

Training, now behind,
Live ammo under 'pin,'
A shiver runs the spine;

Loved ones, pray,
Leaders shout and say,
'Green light, now, does shine.'

The growling of the engine,
Jouncing, on rough road,
Quick to settle down the load;

Minutes much like hours, pass,
Packed like fishes in a can,
Debarking won't require 'goad.'

Some, loudly offer macho talk,
Some, quietly, a prayer,
End of life thoughts fill the air;

Too soon, rough ride is over,
Wheels crunching to an halt,
No doubt that we are there;

Gate open, and like water,
Troops spill from truck,
'Saddle up,' get in place;

Long day of War, beginning,
Check the partners load,
Fear, there's now no trace.

Tribulation, set to go,
Players, ready, in a line,
Awaiting 'Starter's Gun,'

Seven years of Ghoulish fun,
War, Pestilence, Plagues and more,
Ended by God's Only Begotten Son,
~Jesus~

AMEN

Until the Lord comes down to Rule,
Tank Taxi's are Road Lion,
War requires guns and fuel,
A Plow-share, only Iron.
.
Curtain is about to Rise,
Upon the final Gentile Act,
'Over-comers' win the Prize,
When Jesus, soon Comes Back

Photo: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: START to FINISH

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Eleventh Hour
By Arley Steinhour 080512

With a song in my heart,
My eye's did open wide,
This day would be a part,
Of a Love, no man can hide.

For days, I've sat in wonder,
Had I done something wrong,
Made a sin filled blunder,
Praised, with a cursing Psalm?

In the sky, when lightning flashed,
My heart heard little thunder,
But the rumble that I heard,
Promoted me to wonder.

Passing through the Month of Av,
That day of condemnation,
Upon the Jew, and all they love,
Oft, rejected from Home, or Nation.

Now passed behind, with fear in kind,
You may have been quite involved,
To eye and ear, Your clues we find,
Days of Gentile, soon be dissolved.

Joy, in my heart this morning, clear,
Expectant song, again I sing,
Day for Bride to 'Come up Here,'
All 'Born-again,' take wing.

I keep the watch, by window sit,
For Trumpet Call, or Angel Wing,
Bridegroom coming, be part of it,
Going Home, Part of Bride, I'll Sing.

Still, I pray, for that one last joy,
To see no one, Left Behind,
Accountable, both girl and boy,
'Eleventh hour,' YOU, they find.

AMEN

Free clothing, on the bench seat,
Hot coffee, in fancy cup,
I've gone Home, the Groom to meet,
Repent to Him, to 'Come on Up.'
(I'm always Home)

Photo: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Eleventh Hour

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Mister GOD
(Author Unknown) shared 080712

Mister God,
I'm sorry for keepin' ya up late,
But, I wanna know,
If'n you're too busy, I can wait.

You see, grandma's been forgettin'
A lot of things; Mamma says so.
She forgot my name, today, Mr. God,
And she's a walkin' kinda slow.

Yesterday, she jest left
Without even sayin' bye.
Daddy brought her back and
He had a tear in his eye.

So, I was wonderin', can you fix her?
She has somthun' called "all tizers," daddy said.
She forgets who we are sometimes,
And she forgot that grandpa's dead.

Mr. God, you give her a new rememberer
Cause I miss her playin', and stuff, with me
And the cookies she used to bake.
And, she was so smart, wasn't she?

She used to talk 'bout you a lot.
Now, she jest talks to herself;
Mr. God, she don't know herself
From the pictures on the shelf.

Sometimes, she calls me 'little boy,'
And pats my cheek or hair;
Almost, like playing with a toy,
She don't seem to really care.

Please, Mr. God,
Will ya fix her all new again,
A'fore she gets lost and
Can't remember where she's been?

She ain't sang a Jesus song
Like I like to hear her to do.
Daddy says 'cause she is getting old,
But, she's not as old as you.

Daddy says you never forget and
You are older than anyone, anywhere.
Mamma says, "All we can do,
Is remember her in prayer."

So, Mr. God, I'm jest askin'
'Cause I don't know how to pray.
'But, I know you un'erstand,
what I try to say.

Does Jesus have a grandma
And does she forget people, too?
I guess she would be your mommy
And wouldn't she be older than you?

Well, I gotta go to bed.
Would ya keep grandma safe, O please,
So as she won't wander off and get lost?
She forgets her hat and coat and she could freeze.

I love her lots and
wish she'd remember I'm her little Andy
And bake some good cookies for me,
And even share my candy.

Tell my friend, Jesus, I was here and
Give Him a hug from grandma and me.
She used to know Him and I heard her say,
"Thank you, Jesus, for little Andy."

Good night, Mr. God. Are ya tired?
You work, so hard, all day.
I'll be back a'morrow, to visit,
Before I go out to play.

Good night,
from Little Andy.

In a child's heart, simple Love,
Burning, soft and warm,
Not understanding you, above,
Yet, knowing, Safe from Harm.

Picture at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Mister GOD

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WAR me RAW
By Arley Steinhour 080612

War was over, celebrate,
The Troops were coming home,
Age of Seven, stay up late,
Brush the teeth, and rake with comb.

Troops shouldn't see us 'rag-tag,'
But, squeaky clean as we could be,
Sunday shoe polish, buffed with rag,
Worthy of defending, in Land of Free.

So few things made, for 'welcome home,'
Balloons, there was but few,
Smile, and wave, perhaps a flag by some,
Was the best that we could do.

Some, stayed on board, and gave a wave,
Most, stretched their legs, unless it rained,
While train crews changed to fresh engines,
A respite for the war-torn, in Nebraska.

The day it started, took age Three from me,
Every childhood came to an end,
The older folk defended the Land of the Free,
With my 'stick-gun,' Homeland we kids did defend.

Metal was the big thing,
To salvage it would go,
Glass, and paper, anything,
Would help G.I. Joe,

Four years of war went very fast,
For a child who came out Seven,
Playing Soldier was a blast,
Though, Seven proved more like Eleven.

We weren't allowed too close, you know,
Unless we had a loved one coming home,
Safe Return, caused great joy to flow,
Some swore, 'No more, to Roam.'

Tears of Joy, or Tears of pain,
Many flowed, from heart and eye,
Whatever came, treat like rain,
Cherish good times passing by.

AMEN

No matter the side you see 'war' from, it is 'Abrasive.'
Pic at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: WAR me RAW

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Lament unto Reward
By Arley Steinhour 081012

I think the Eagle flew Away,
Perhaps to 'fly' another Day,
Gone while order has no Sway,
Perhaps till most are old and Gray.

With tear filled eye, can’t see to Tell,
The Eagle might fly straight to Hell,
To greet the people who lived in a Shell,
And, drink from Satan’s polluted Well.

We may not return, to the Days of Glory,
Not mentioned in, the End Times Story,
Free-men gone, World quite Hoary,
No part in Jesus’ Kingdom Glory.

Look around, remember Scene,
Nations dying, soon not Seen,
New leadership, Dictator, Mean,
Godless laws, with nothing Clean.

Harbingers of Doom, quite Clear,
Sing a Dirge, those who see and Hear,
Keep your focus, shed not a Tear,
Only in Jesus, we have no Fear.

The writing's written on the Wall,
Once ink has dried, then the Fall,
Until Rapture, we need still Call,
Should we not, Time still won't Stall.

Pray deeply, let Holy Spirit Speak,
Reach out to all, for sure the Weak,
Some will hear, Heart take a Peek,
Holy Spirit convicts, no longer Meek.

With assurance, we run the Race,
Daily witness, don't jog in Place,
Sound the call, to not lose Face,
Reward in Heaven, a Mansion Space.

AMEN

Feathers ruffled, many tattered,
In this thing called Freedom's Fight,
The Free stay torn and badly battered,
Unless we Repent, to see the Light.
Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Lament unto Reward

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Filling Life to Wife
By Arley Steinhour 081312

At Three, I peeked into that mortal hole,
Life's tunnel, deep and dark,
Enticing, if I be a 'Tunnel Mole,'
Not, for this young Meadow Lark.

I looked around, for another path,
The better way to live my life,
Free from all that 'Darkness Wrath,
Without the 'Growing, Pain, or Strife.'

I saw the 'darkness,' everywhere,
Especially, in Black of Night,
The unknown, very hard to bear,
In that mortal childhood fight.

There was no Peace, nor harmony,
I saw adults, come and go,
Uniforms like the Green of money,
Where they went, I didn't know.

Suddenly, the Wars were won,
Celebrations, day and night,
Seven, now, life much more fun,
Toys for play, only childhood wars to fight.

Searching for that way through life,
Each path would twist and turn,
Leading back to that 'Tunnel-of-strife,'
It must hold all, for which I yearn.

Shuffle-stepping, day by day,
Cautious steps, into that tunnel,
A light appeared, as if to say,
'Come, quickly, through the funnel.'

Tripping, skipping, heavy of foot,
Squinted my eyes, and ran,
Growing light, my focus root,
Jumped into 'Life's Frying pan.'

That Tunnel, leads to Adult life,
Be it success, or a disaster,
Either way has a load of strife,
How we respond, does prove the Caster.

The paths we find, all point to One,
To make the journey smoother,
Life fraught with Angst, and mortal Fun,
Or with God/Jesus, 'Our light, and Prover.'

Take heart in hand, and bend the knee,
Repent the Sin-filled life,
Redemption, Cleans, and makes you free,
A member of His Holy Wife.

AMEN

Casting seed, by the life we lead,
Will prove the lessons we choose to learn,
Pebbles dull as night, or shiny bead,
Choices Made, simply put, Do we, 'Live or Burn?'
(Choose Life)
Picture at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Filling Life to Wife

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Starting my Day
By Arley Steinhour 081412

I thank you Dear Jesus, for today,
In my, somewhat, country way,
I mumble words, and stretch a bit,
Until I'm loose enough to sit.

All the time I'm praising you,
While waking up, it's fun to do.
I ask for blessings on your new day,
And my contribution of unformed clay.

The sun has lighted up the sky,
Looks to be warm and dry,
Birds flit around, as if at play,
Fresh country air, no better way.

Off to 'throne room,' comfort call,
Jump in shower, scrub me, all,
Rinse and dry, all squeaky clean,
Quickly dress, for Breakfast scene.

Flapjack and eggs, perfect dining,
Then, scrub a dub, to keep teeth shining,
Singing Praise, wake computer up,
Find Preacher man, to fill my cup.

My other cup, with coffee, black,
Sipped as teaching puts heart on track,
A 'chaser' prayer, when preaching's through,
I'm ready for the rest, I love to do.

First, I'll praise you, with some poetry,
Thanks for your adoption to Family Tree,
I'll ask you to bless me, end to end,
Not on purpose, but I know I've sinned.

Read the news, from around the globe,
Travail of Times, worse than Book of Job,
Earth quaking and shaking, volcano's blowing,
Drought's, and flooding, Travail keeps growing.

On My mark, I'm now set to go,
Playing my part in the Jesus show,
Witness to anyone, who'll hear,
In other countries, or next door, near.

Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN

Events today should scare a soul,
Some bad enough to Climb a pole,
Learn to love, as Jesus taught,
Belong to Him, a perfect thought.

Pic at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Starting my Day

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Silk Shorn
By Arley Steinhour 081512

Shalom, to you, one and all,
This bright and sunny morning.
I think I’ll have a good day,
It came without a warning.

Brother Mark, has just informed,
Of a microwaving trick,
To have corn on cob, in a way,
That the silk won’t stick.

I haven’t tried this trick quite yet,
With a problem, somewhat harder,
Baking gloves are hard to get,
Plus, no corn within my larder.

Now, I need to go to town,
To find some ear of corn,
To enjoy, this new found way,
To eat my corn, ‘Silk-shorn.’

God gave us all the microwave,
For much more than warming,
Cooking candy, not my ‘crave,’
Corn on Cob, more tummy charming.
AMEN
Click here Those Pesky Corn Silks http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v...ature=youtu.be

Looking good, upon the plate, Much better, once inside,
Corn ear, no longer need to grate, Just open mouth real wide.
Pic. at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Silk Shorn

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Hot Weather Warm Heart
By Arley Steinhour 082112

The Summer heat seems ended,
A month before its time,
Records set, upended,
Defying Record rhyme.

Temperatures, beyond alarm,
Great flooding in parts of globe,
Storms and damage, deepens harm,
Leaving many without life or robe.

The days are getting shorter now,
Summer heat should still abound,
Ironically, Temperatures are down,
Much destruction still is found.

Threats of war, are running rampant,
Neighbors feuding over the fence,
Countries failing, on others be dependant,
Saved by credit that makes no sense.

Brother hating brother,
Daughter hates Mother, too,
Priests, no longer called Father,
Evangelicals are singing Blues.

You said these things would happen,
You warned us to keep an eye,
Lifestyles dirtier than hog-pen,
Animal species just up and die.

Close, the time of your retrieval,
of Your Bride, the Christian Church,
To save us from all the evil,
Not be left, pining in the lurch.

Calling to the unsaved, like rolling of the dice,
Witnessing, on how Great thou art,
On the Cross, paying Redemption price,
Salvation for the asking, they refuse a part.

When you are ready, come take us Home,
Until you do, we continue to do our part,
In blink of the eye, with the word to 'Come,'
We are Eternally yours, with sin-free heart.

AMEN

Last stock standing on the barren ground,
In the distance still stands green trees,
Creek runs there, here bare around,
Crumpled plants bent to their knees.

Next year's food, so little found,
Tragic loss of birds, fish, and bees,
Third horse soon will pound the ground,
Foreground 'workmen,' tree line 'Rich-folk,' if you please.
Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Hot Weather Warm Heart

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Keep the Watch
By Arley Steinhour 082312
[Inspired by song, 'Enjoy Yourself']

You live your life, your mortal years,
you're always on the go,
You never have the time for Church,
Too busy making dough;

Someday, you'll say 'I did my thing,
Cause I'm a millionaire,'
Imagine all the Torment sting,
If, Eternal Hell's your fair.

Keep the watch, He's closer than you think,
Keep the watch, as you skate this mortal rink,
You'll 'graduate,' more quickly than a blink,
Keep the watch, please keep the watch,
He's closer, than you think..

Some people choose to live their life,
With much more mellow sway,
Redeemed from Sin, Messiah's Wife,
With Him for Eternal Day.

His gift of Choice, made for Mortal See,
Elects, Eternal Soul Abode,
Our choices, form our destiny,
Accept Redemption's easy load.

Keep the watch, He's closer than you think,
Keep the watch, as you skate this mortal rink,
You'll 'graduate,' more quickly than a blink,
Keep the watch, please keep the watch,
He's closer, than you think..

AMEN

His gentile hand does take us home,
As we arrive, in Heaven's sky,
From around the world, Singapore or Nome,
Accept His Salvation offer, learn how to fly.
Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Keep the Watch

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Opinion and Fact
By Arley Steinhour 082412

Is he Antichrist, I can't tell,
He seems to seek our nation's defeat,
I feel his heart is straight from Hell.
Hating those of us, called 'White meat.'

'We the People, we did err,
We always asked, 'What do 'I' get,'
Neglecting duty, with 'Greed fervor.'
Loss to others, we did not fret.

Political promises, raised the roof,
Deeper ran election cost need,
Rewards found to be a spoof.
Destruction wells, because of greed.

'I'll give you this, and that, you can bet,'
Our Greed fed, at two hand speed,
The debt lays on all children, we beget.
Obama arrived, to fill our need.

He promised 'Change,' with 'Silver tongue,'
We whooped it up, and 'Bought the Farm,'
The Teleprompter made us all feel young.
Freedom, now, dead or dying, what, no Alarm?

In Four more years, his war complete,
Darkness falls upon our way of life,
Battle won, world lay at his feet;
The only escape is as Messiah's wife.

Prophecy, is History, written before it's Time,
Time is short, to make your 'Choice,' Eternal,
No matter, you whisper, shout, or rhyme,
Choose Jesus, to live with Him, Supernal.

AMEN

'A Chariot wheel,' I can't tell,
It seems to have what's needed,
Is this where Pharaoh went to Hell,
Many say, this thought well seeded.
(Coral, with suggested foundation shape)

Photo and Archive at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Opinion and Fact

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Warp and Woof
By Arley Steinhour 082412
[To Kerry, Long time friend, found]
May we warp and woof, through Eternity,
In all God sets us out to do,
A perfect part of awarded Destiny,
The same, yet, slightly different stool.

This life we lead, that we call mortal,
Teaches much we'll need to know,
On how to pass through Heaven's portal,
As the part of God, we're blessed to show.

Eternally fitting into Your weave,
Enduring forever, with no fray,
To You, like spouse, forever cleave,
Blessed, in Your eternal day.

As the weave and color, of Joseph's coat,
Like that fiber, we're blessed to glow,
Each adds special sparkle, to the float,
By name, each variance, You know.

The gentle hints, to us, You give,
That we can understand,
Delights the heart, to truly live,
Prove, Productions, truly grand.

The wonder, of your offer,
Beyond our wildest dream,
Will need your final blessing,
That we give you full Esteem.

Be blessed by our anxiety,
To know you, as we can,
Putting on our immortality,
And can take you by the hand.

AMEN

Many Warp, Softness Woof,
A Blessing, to be worn,
Striding tall, or by horses hoof,
Enter as if blowing God's Horn.
Archive and Photo at:
McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Warp and Woof

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PURCHASE MADE
By Arley Steinhour 082512

Ding-Ching, would go the Register,
As the cash drawer opened wide,
I knew I'd see no money there,
My penny earned, I tried to hide.

I'd be embarrassed, by the sound,
As my penny landed in the drawer,
Great noise is made, by copper, round,
A sound that haunts, forever-more.

A shiver shook me, head to floor,
A warm smile crossed his lip,
He'd seen me watch the drawer before,
Though never take a purchase sip.

Cashier seemed to know my treasure,
Didn't look at purchase price,
I knew my penny wouldn't measure,
An almost 'Ding-Ching,' won't suffice.

I held the copper, tight in hand,
His eyes twinkled, as finger met key,
The Sale-key slid, easily to land,
As the drawer opened, just for me.

Ding-Ching, chime, didn't meet my ear,
It was more a Royal Trumpet Sound,
I felt, and saw it, not just hear,
As if, I stood on Hallowed Ground.

Astonished, I opened hand to pay,
Beside my copper, he placed a key,
Softly, that voice, I hear today,
'Accept my offer, and lock with Me.'

I felt He was forgetting,
My copper penny purchase fee,
But, cash drawer was overflowing,
No copper space was there for me.

My understanding, then took wing
That Register is just for me,
My Treasure purchased, by the King,
For All Eternity to see.

I reaching up, gently touching drawer,
It, like Sales key, knew where to home,
Locked in the drawer, 'Pain, Suffering, and War,'
Redemption price Paid, Never more I Roam.

As Saint Paul, scales fell from my eyes,
Mortal perception began to fade,
We all must reject the Satan's lies,
When our 'Register,' is Locked and Staid.

Don't wait, too long, the End is Near,
Great Tribulation does soon begin,
Beyond the Rapture, years of Great Fear,
Taking the 'Mark,' is Unredeemable SIN.

AMEN

I write as Jesus led homily,
And share it here, with you,
If you send to friend and family,
Perhaps, He'll bless more than a few?
.
Registers differ in shape and design,
Like mortal man, in Sin, forlorn,
Price of Redemption, bears the Cross Sign,
Receive and lock, His prepayment; Reborn.
Archive and Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: Opinion and Fact

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Happy Birthday Gwen
By Arley Steinhour 082612

Gwen, my friend, turns Seventy-Five,
Not today, but, for sure, tomorrow,
She say's 'It's so great to be alive,'
Her words indeed, I don't need to borrow.

The times we grew, through war, work, and love,
Nestled, in 'Small-town' U. S. A,
Were greatly blessed by God, above,
With nothing, we learned to play.

Graduating, all would go our way,
Most, East, North, South, or West,
Optimistically charged, to do, and say,
Those things needed, to be our best.

In hard times, she 'grew,'
In her life-view foundation,
In good times, Gwen 'flew,'
With the Joy of Creation.

Our paths didn't cross for too many years
But, her eyes, and smile, tell her story,
Life's wisdom, founded on Boos, and Cheers,
Forming, Great Love for all, to God's Glory.

I offer this, my gift of rhyme,
To celebrate double focus of love,
My friend, Gwen, at her Birthday Time,
And God, making 'Life-Rhyme,' above.

I not only say: AMEN
but, Happy Seventy-fifth Birthday, Gwen.

This Cake-art is a Treasure Chest,
Picturing, her life, to Seventy-Five
Special prizes, in Gwen's nest,
Received, and Given, throughout her life.
Archive, and photo at: http://www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/49206/

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Our, local, Newspaper Editor, had an accident, a week ago.
The Twenty-Seventh is his Birthday, Fifty-Eight.
To lighten up his celebration, this came to mind:

58th Bruce Crosby Birthday
Fm Arley Steinhour 082612

Happy Healing day to you,
Happy Healing day to you,
I know it's your Birthday,
Still, Happy Healing day to you.

And.....maaaany.....moooooore;
Birthday's, that is.
No more of this 'pain-gain' stuff.
Ya-hear??
May your Birthday be one day,
and Healing, no more than two.
AMEN

I send a photo of a trusty bike,
That I rode most every day,
I parked it here, and took a hike,
Not good now, for much more than display.
Archive and Photo at: McCook Daily Gazette: Blog: 58th Bruce Crosby Birthday tomorrow

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GRAVE ADMONITION
Poem Intro. by Arley Steinhour 082812

This message, I forwarded, some time ago,
You may probably remember,
President, Front-runner, too close to know,
This chills me like December.

I pass it on, do what you want,
Heed the words, or view the stone,
Like this country fair, that I love,
We survive, together, or ‘die, alone.’

Two Hundred, Thirty-plus, years ago,
This, Republic Country, came into being,
Much sacrifice, and fortune, formed this show,
This way of life, with Freedom, worth emulating.

‘Snopes,’ says it’s true, this marble stone,
At Attica, in Harper the Kansas County,
Testimony, of at least one Patriot, alone,
Admonition, from grave, placed in Eighteen-Ninety.

Do these words play a part today, in our Leadership selection,
Will the Republic stand, to regain waning strength,
Or, this bastion of Freedom go into extinction,
Cursed through, Greed of Power, with Hangman's knot, full length?

That choice is ours, called, ‘We the People,’
Our votes determine, if we fly, or fall,
Drop the names ‘Conservative,’ and ‘Liberal,’
Put back, ‘Compassion,’ and ‘Liberality,’ for all.

People need to return to the Church-pew,
As Commandments, and Jesus, covers everyone;
Our Leaders, in prayer, in all they do,
That, God's Blessing, and Will, be Done.

AMEN

My e-mail won't be quite the same,
As this, on the WEB, I offer,
Read and ponder, imagine your name,
On a stone, connoting your life, forever.
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HUG
By Arley Steinhour 082912
(An e-mail, for a Christian sister, having a sluggish day) We share with you:

H........U.......G!!!!!,
Whew, that takes a lot of worthwhile energy; and I do, so, love to H U G.

I’d like to HUG the World to sleep,
When-ever there’s a need,
Relieving all their pain and tears,
To plant, in hearts, His Seed;

To help them grow, as ‘Child of God,
As they live, Mortality,
Preparing who they’re going to be,
Through God’s Eternity.

He’s the Re—al Thing,
Invite Him into your heart,
He’s the Re—al Thing,
Repentance is your part.

(OH, there’s gotta be a song in that, somewhere.
Hope this helps your day. Share with any other having a slow-day.
In Messiah’s Love.
Arley

If this helped your day, please pass it on, to help another's day, and heart wake-up.

Lay your head, upon His chest,
Feel the Heat of Love Emit,
Radiate yours, your very best,
He’ll LOVE, every bit of it.
AMEN
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Good Morning God 083012
By Arley Steinhour

I woke up, this lovely day,
Way, before my clock,
That gave me extra time to pray,
It had not passed Six-O'clock.

First, I squinted eyes at the window,
The darkness, was still quite stark,
Snuggled back, deeply, into my pillow,
Without light, I voiced prayer in the dark.

Good-morning, Lord, I Bless you,
For giving me this wonderful day,
To voice how much I love you, true,
Bless all, I think, I do, and say.

Then, chatting out, my monologue,
My supplications, one by one,
In mumbling words, like oral fog,
Opened heart, to God the Son.

So many events, of newsworthy tender,
Weird dream, needing Proverbial key,
A world full of people, in need of provender,
You strengthen the soul, as only You see.

Clock, sprang to life, at Seven,
This God-filled-day, takes flight,
From, sleep, food, water, and Heaven,
I'm ready to sail through this day of light.

I pray the whole world accept your Blessing,
'Salvation, Free, through God the Son,'
With man, all on the 'same-page,' Refreshing,
In a World Ruled, by 'God's Only Son.'

AMEN

Waking up is much like finding your 'Life Switch,'
Sometimes, it's quite-hard to do,
Jesus, puts right, your life-wire-tangle,
Give Him your switch, so He owns all of you.

Jer 29:13 And ye shall seek me, and find me,
when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
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MURDER PAIN
By Arley Steinhour 083112

Great pain felt, just yesterday,
Concerning, lives of my fellow man,
We think of life as work or play,
With control of evil, well in hand.

A video from Islam land,
Thirteen young men, in a row,
Tied together, foot and hand,
In seconds, were all laid low.

What followed, gave my heart great pain,
With dead and wounded, on the ground,
If, moving, or groaning, was shot again,
Casual the attitude, as leader shot all, in head.

Eyes, though dry, my heart was wailing,
The mournful song, for those in 'total' death,
Gangland style murder, compassion failing,
Many dead, with killers not short of breath.

Why does this bother me so much,
Weren't they from another plane?
What-ever be their Social touch,
When they mingle, blood flows like rain.

If mankind cares not who they kill,
Enjoying the causing of demise,
Then Satan stands at top of hill,
With his winning, killing, lies.

I should be singing a joyous song,
Events ringing, He's close at hand,
But, I saw thirteen Souls, die 'wrong,'
Now, they'll wear an 'Hell-bent-band.'

I know I ask, way too much,
That every soul on earth Repent,
Bible says, not all will feel the touch,
When Holy Spirit tries to be their tent.

I pray, Lord, help me make life rhyme,
And to better gain in understanding,
Some 'Wheat,' some 'Tare,' forever Time,
Till your return, and on earth, you're standing.

AMEN

Millennium, have come and gone,
Through them all, man kills his brother,
Mournful cries, of life gone wrong,
Without respect, for the life of another.

Billions die, before too long,
God's Word, say that is so,
Church be gone, to sing His Song,
Hell on Earth, be here, below.

Actual video of the Murder, in question. View only as you chose to do.
If you chose to view, please watch it through,
with a Bible History point of understanding.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wOuK...layer_embedded
Hosanna !!!
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