Praise and Poetry by Arley

[micah719]

[Navyblue]

This one was tough, and is still a bit rough. Hope you all like it.

Poem SEVEN Seals
By Arley Steinhour 100410

Jesus opened up Seal One, one day, Tribulation began on Planet Earth,
They will not see the truth just yet, like Thunder, but Social storms are being birthed.

One beast who stands before our God, will tell John, Come and see,
A rider on a great white horse, his bow held high, he a warrior be.

A crown to wear, was given him, which lends fearsome look to brow,
To go forth a conquering, to conquer them Left Behind, some how.

For seven years, he will war and kill, any one who gets in way,
Building up his power base, to take a new course, half-way day.

The second seal the Lamb did snap, and another beast said come and see,
He wasted no time, a Red horse with rider with sword, swinging wild and free.

Dressed for war, horse snorting loud, also armored on its breast,
A fearsome duo these two did make, the world will know no rest.

Peace is gone, from Earth, it seems, man fights and kill each other,
With any weapon they can find, but sword seems to kill the brother.

Off and on, for seven years, war rages through day and night,
It seems that man has nothing to do, except to find a fight.

Seal three went snap, the beast came forth, saying come see what happens to the land,
The rider on a great Black horse, had balances held high in his hard fisted, gnarly hand.

A voice from among the dreadful beasts, called out with voice conveying the threat,
Three of barley or one of wheat, for a penny, don’t harm the Oil or wine, you can’t get.

Famine will rule the world for years, recovery so slow, especially for the poor,
Rich people have enough to eat, and the starving poor, they show the door.

Another beast called, come and see, as seal Four broke, to a sight no one ere should find,
For this time stood a sick green horse, astride sat Death, with Hell doubled, right behind.

With Banshee wail they rode the world, collecting a plethora of dead,
For Seven years four out of five would not sleep again in bed.

Death took on many faces, hunger, sword, war, and beast, be but a few,
If God had not shortened up the day’s, no man would ere survive, He knew.

The first four seals are broken, no one can doubt it now,
Tribulations deadly twenty-one will play like a sharp plow.

The Bride is gone, Snatched away, the Wedding Feast begins,
While Anti-Christ rules on earth, False Prophet is them twins.

Fifth seal changes the flow of vision, as around the alter stand souls martyred,
“How long, O Lord, before you avenge that suffered,” robes ragged and stained red.

Wait for a while until all are here, who will die the fate you did not survive,
White Robes were handed out that they could rest and feel so much more alive.

A Little season is the call, that they must wait until their number is complete,
So at the Bema judgment, their special reward is laid down at their feet.

Seal Six breaks with massive earthquake, that rocks the land worse than a flood,
The sun becomes like sackcloth of hair, and the moon dark red like blood.

Stars fall brightly to the earth, exploding with a deadly light,
Fig trees shed figs as the wind bows the limbs, both left and right.

The sky rolls back, like opened scroll, as mountain, and island, move out of place,
Mighty, Rich, and Bond, men, hide under rocks, trying to flee from God’s Angry Face.

Finally man has figured out, that God won’t take no more of mortal stupidity,
God’s days of wrath are now upon the men who turned away from, immortality.

Now that God has man’s attention, the plot begins to thicken, now the show,
Four angels stand to tell the wind throughout the world, Thou shalt not blow;

Then comes an angel with the seal of our almighty God , holding up his trusty hand,
Harm not the earth, or sea, nor tree, until I seal a hundred forty four thousand.

Revelation Chapter ‘Seven,’ verses five through eight has all that’s counted,
Except for Dan, who isn’t there, I fear they’ve done been disinherited.

Now the Throne room fills to the brim, with numbers of souls uncountable,
From every nation, kindred, people and tongue, at the Throne stand fully able.

Bright, so bright, all dressed in white, looking like field of fresh new snow,
Waving palms, in their hands, crying Salvation from God, and Lamb, we know.

Angels, Elders, and the four beasts, fall down to worship the God of all men,
Sing, AMEN, AMEN, Blessing and Honor to God, AMEN, AMEN.

Who are all of these arrayed in white robes, an Elder did ask of one of us,
Awe-struck and speechless, no one could answer much more than: ‘you know, not us.’

They be those who come out of Great Tribulation, having washed their robes pure white,
They whitened their robes the only way one can, in the blood of the Lamb, that’s right.

They will serve before the throne of God in the Temple; and He that sits on the throne,
Shall dwell with them, for ever and ever, among them, safe from harm it‘s known.

When the Lamb did open seal Seven, silence reigned in Heaven, half hour approximation,
With not a sound of praise, nor song, as the Seven Trumpeters did preparation.

Seven angels, Trumpet in hand, stood by to sound their call, not one would even falter,
Another angel filed a censer, with much incense, to offer prayer upon the thrones alter.

Smoke of incense, and the prayers of all saints went up before the throne,
Like firing a starting gun, the angel fills censor with fire, and flings it to earth

And there were voices, thundering, lightning’s and earthquake, on the earth,
As the seven angels, having the trumpets, prepared themselves to sound the call.

Three point five years have passed, the best half of Tribulation done,
Now begins the second half, the worst part for those left, every-one.

The Beast by now thinks that he is god, and will kill any who disagree,
Yes the world is topsy-turvy, as there is no one left who’s free.

Israel, and those of Christian Faith, must hide deep into revolution,
Or be marched off to the ethnic cleansing house, for real an execution.

Make your choice for Jesus, before this poem becomes fact,
For if you don’t and Hell settles in, you won’t know how to act.

Oopsies will not count no more, and cursing God won’t work,
Turn your heart to Jesus, or Eternally and in Lake of Fire Lurk.

AMEN

[Navyblue]

This one is for a dear sister, in Messiah, Jesus, who, I believe is turning 82 on the 14th, and still the lay-minister of her Church. I hope she and you like it.

Poem Birthday Card
by Arley Steinhour 100710

Birth-year Greetings, I send your way,
To celebrate Your NEW ‘Birth-Day;’

At sweet age of Seventy, on 'Upward' count, we frown,
And change to a NEW way of counting, some would call it ‘Down.’

So this year you are younger, by a counting year of ‘One,’
It’s easy, since you counted 'Up,' and 'Down' is much more fun.

So 'Happy Younger Birthday,' I pray body will keep up,
As feeling one year younger makes you lively, like a Pup.

Be thankful that you shed a year, so now be one year younger,
For it makes the job of Jesus fun, and lasts so very much longer.

Enjoy your day, and if you will, you might even think of me,
I’m the guy who follows you, by just a year or ... three.

Happy, Happy Birthday, to a Dear Friend, that be YOU.
And don’t forget Sweet Jesus, in everything you DO.

AMEN

[mattfivefour]

Wow! What a birthday present, Arley! Wonderful. Brought a smile to my lips! Actually, to my whole face!

[Navyblue]

The Other Side of the Coin
by Arley Steinhour 101110

The coin of life flits quick, through the air,
Offering options of feelings, for us to compare.

One side full of woe, and Lightening-Sharp Pain,
The other emitting Wondrous Life Healing Rain.

The law of the coin gives One choices, but two,
That dictates fifty/fifty, choices, Joyous or Blue.

Eureka, Yaaa-Hooo, another choice getter,
Where bad is good, and good is much better.

It's not in the coin, but, how we see it stop,
by having an option for the side, that's on top.

When the coin of life lands, with the good side on top,
In memory, look back, for a bad memory to crop.

Replacing the bad with the new that's in hand,
makes the bad go away, and the new much more Grand.

When the coin of life lands, with the bad side on top,
In memory, look back, for a bad memory to crop.

Ah-Ha, and Eureka, the answer's quite clear,
Replace Bad with Bad, and with good, and a cheer.

The choice to receive Jesus, and replacement we start,
Removing bad memory, from all parts of the heart.

With Jesus our choice, then all goes so well,
To find a bad memory, we must look in Hell.

We finally start to forget, memories bad in our life,
We begin to enjoy our Good, with less and less strife.

Jesus is smiling for He knows, we'll find the answer, quite clear,
We'll understand being mortal, and the reason we're here.

We're here to develop the real 'Who we can Be,'
To enjoying Eternity, in His Family Tree.

Never again, any pain, not a tear,
Getting there, is the reason, we are now here.

AMEN

[Navyblue]

My response, to a received Happy Birthday wish, I posted on FB:

Birthday Thanks l by Arley Steinhour 102010

Thank Ya, Thank Ya, Yes I did,
Opened some Pablum and licked the lid.

Rolling out of bed with Mega Tears,
From wear and tear through all those years.

In went teeth, and down went pills,
In ten minutes, ain't got no Ills.

Then be ready for the day,
The once a year I call Birthday.

I prance around for about an hour,
That's my limit of daily Power.

In a chair I spend the rest of the day,
Can't type on PC, any other way.

Family came to bring lunch and cake,
I ate all I saw, make no mistake.

The pounds I gain, will go away,
With no new cake for 3-64, days.

Seven two, a birthday New,
I lived this long just to see it through.

Oh, Phooo, and sorry, whoa is me,
I'm now count day's to Seventy-Three.

Yeee-Haaa!!!, AMEN is my War Cry,
Jesus coming, or else I die.

Either way, I am going Home,
In the group, or on my own.

I pray that Jesus comes for every one,
Flying Rapture would be so much fun.
AMEN

Arley 17yo.jpg What a difference fifty-five years make.

[king'sbloomingrose]

Happy Birthday! Perhaps the Rapture will happen this year maybe! That would be the best birthday present ever. I love your poem!

[Navyblue]

Shalom, and Thank you king'sbloomingrose. Glad you enjoyed my offering. I enjoyed my BD. Another:

Formative Years, to Age Three
By Arley Steinhour 102010

When I was but a toddler, I toddled here and there,
I even had great problems climbing, up an adult chair.

My sister, two years older, was always watching over me,
Mom and Dad both worked, you know, to feed the Family Tree.

I don’t remember much about, events that filled my days,
Except lonesomeness and hunger, endured in childish ways.

One day, I had a good idea, I would find a place to see,
The foot fall, and sighting of one, who would offer me a knee.

A bounce or three, on mothers knee, and hunger went away,
At least for a few minutes, till she said, ‘get down and play;’

That really meant that Dad was home, and needed a hug or three,
If his day at work was really good, there’d be much to eat for me.

My sister always had to tell how I knew that they were coming home,
Pulled out drawers on Kitchen cabinet, did a trusty ladder form.

Up on the counter, window close, I could peek along the walk,
And when I saw one coming, I’d climb down all set to talk.

If I could talk real fast to Mom, accusation waned from Sis,
And by the time I’d finished, she wanted hugs she might have missed.

Life was good, when folks were home, and lonely when they were gone,
I gave them all my attention, yet they found a moment or two alone.

I knew that something weren’t right, when Mama started staying home,
Even though my Mom was there, I felt so much more alone.

One day they went to the Doctor, and only Daddy did come home,
Day’s and day’s dragged slowly by, till I found out where she had gone.

Children three, there seemed to be, I was no longer youngest,
I had a little brother, smaller than me, thus I was the strongest.

And then the heavy hammer, I couldn’t bounce him like a ball,
Or Mom, or Dad would swat me, hanging on so I wouldn’t fall.

No matter how my tears would rain, they just simply did not care,
How bad I felt to have lost my place, and let my Sister comb my hair.

The only thing that seemed to help was my brother couldn’t eat tough food,
The only food that brother got, was from my bottle I had already chewed.

Drinking from a cup, my milk would often spill onto my front,
But, big boys could ask for a cup, and my brother could only grunt.

We moved away from my window, on the counter, one fine day,
Never to return home, but I had a new life start another way.

We moved up to the mountains, and Dad pitched a real fine tent,
I was slightly over two, and didn’t understand the term: 'Saved Rent.'

I loved my life on mountain top, my Mother now stayed home,
And when we needed fire wood, I’d help Dad, so he was not alone.

Across stream wet, and very cold, snow-melt chilled me to the bone,
Off we’d go into the forest, for wood to cook, and heat our home.

Something then did happen that memory refuses to relate,
Mom and Dad weren’t married, and another person was a Mate,

My next remembered memory, was living in another dingy house,
With Dad, his mate, and another child, not much bigger than a mouse.

I didn’t live there long, it seems, till my Grand-ma came for me,
I know it was a winter ride, back seat was cold as it could be.

I found myself in a home so warm, with sweet smells in the air,
It wasn’t long before my face and back sores healed, most every where.

And that, my friends, is my formative life to three; my teens would fill a book,
Some day, I’ll try to tell that tale, who knows, someone might look.

I never left Grand parents home, until a Grad and joined the Navy,
A young adult, age seventeen, to see the world, on Ocean oh so wavy.

Not brag, but, if typing last page, I’d be on volume twenty,
My tale would take but one year to read, only if I had left out Plenty.

Jesus knows my story well, chuckling heartily, many an error filled time,
But on occasion, turned up Hell’s heat, whenever sin crossed over the line.
AMEN

[Navyblue]

The Photo attaching to the poem is in the attachment, so click on the attachment, to see the attached. with the words fresh in your mind:

Pre-Trib Casual-wear,
Always ready to be in the air.

Walking, running, standing still,
Jesus is coming, and Fly, We Will.

Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN,
But, I, don't know When?

image_04.jpg

In Messiah, Keeping the Watch

[king'sbloomingrose]

I love your sense of humor!!!

[Navyblue]

Thanks for the compliment. I fear that some think my humor belongs in the Twilight Zone, as do I on occasion. If that is the 'New Name' God gives me, then that is where my sensless of humor goes, with me.

I hope it is ok with anath, but she asked me to be friends, and while I was thanking her for her blessing of friendship, my Poetic heart took over, and so I dedicate the following to anath. Her PM is the first place ever written, this Praise Poem:

I Wonder, oh I wonder
by Arley Steinhour 102710

Shalom, anath.
Thank you for inviting me to be certified friends with you. May we have a joyous flight when Jesus snatches us to the Wedding Feast. ... (text deleted as private)

I wonder, oh I wonder, is this how a bride is feeling?
I wonder, oh I wonder, how much better after dining?

I wonder, oh I wonder, will I faint, flat on my face?
I wonder, oh I wonder, with the crowd, who wins the race?

I wonder, oh I wonder, will I please Him, with my smile?
I wonder, oh I wonder, can I hug him, for a little while?

I wonder, oh I wonder, does the grass and flowers sing?
I wonder, oh I wonder, do we fly, not needing wing?

I wonder, oh I wonder, is there time to eat, or sleep?
I wonder, oh I wonder, if we're normal or look like sheep?

I wonder, oh I wonder, is there an end to all I wonder?
I wonder, oh I wonder, does a wonder sound like thunder?

I Wonder. AMEN

I guess I may as well dedicate this one to our new friendship, as it came to mind as I responded to your invitation.

In Messiah, may we all be filled with AGAPE, to overflowing. Oh what an Eternity, Eternity will be.

(minor word edit, but the same)

[Navyblue]

I do pray that someone does read this today, but if not, I at least tried....ha ha.


Voting Poem or Lilt (to the tune of Black Bird, with last stanza from Hi Ho song)
by Arley Steinhour 110110

Pack up all the cares and whoa,
Here We go, ‘Voting Joe,’
Bye, Bye, Spend-thrifts.

We don’t care which team you’re on,
We will vote, and then you’re gone,
Bye, Bye, Spend-thrifts.

Every time a zero, adds to … spen…ding,
We and ours … don’t know who is … len ... ding.


With God’s help, and ‘Grind-stone Nose,’
We’ll recover, from spending Blow’s.
Save our Country.

Country going down the drain,
Will it ever float again,
Save our Country.

Voting is the only way to … save … it,
If we don’t, God will never … Bless … it.


Never can another say,
we did it any other way.
Saving, Country.

People vote-in honest folk
We’ll recover, ain’t no Joke.
Saving, Country.

So, get out, and vote away … on … Tuesday,
A Right outcome will dispel a … Blues … day.

SO: … Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to Vote We go,
With our vote in hand, We rule the land, … Hi-Ho, … Hi … Ho.

[Navyblue]

This one was inspired by another Thread, here.

The Watchman's Call
by Arley Steinhour 111310

Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely tell the warning, to everyone you meet.
God is getting angry, and wrath will fill His face.
No matter how fast a nation runs, it cannot win the race.
The Faithful know the ending, the unsaved never hear,
refusing to listen to warning, and order just another beer.
Don't ignore the warnings, the Bible speak quite clear,
it only speaks of wrath to those who refuse to hear.

So, Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely tell the warning, to everyone you meet.
The Bride of Christ is ready, await the patter of His Feet,
as He comes to snatch away His Bride, time is full, complete.
The Tribulation's waiting, just around the bend,
Seven short years later, will bring the Era's end.

So, Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely tell the warning, to everyone you meet.
The lamps are trimmed, and wick is lit, Bride's expectant be,
To welcome Royal Bridegroom, to make us Family.
AMEN

[Navyblue]

Poem Simple Communication
By Arley Steinhour 111510

This story makes it's e-mail rounds, once or twice a year,
personifying how to communicate, simple way shown here.

I marvel that we complicate words, and muddy story line,
when nod of head, fingers waved, oft communicate just fine.

The basic requirement, a must, for communications fate,
the other must see all things your way, or understanding may come late.

No matter one's education, understanding may go awry,
through simple nod, wave of hand, or words big as the sky.

Read this simplest of accounts, how God can handle error,
Save the day the only way, not understand, or, terror.

AMEN

In His service, Keep the Watch, that lamps be trimmed and bright,
to welcome soon the Bridegroom, be it day, or even night.


The e-mail:

-----Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to convert to Catholicism or leave Italy. There was a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered a deal: he'd have a religious debate with the leader of the Jewish community. If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy; if the Pope won, they'd have to convert or leave. The Jewish people met and picked an aged and wise rabbi to represent them in the debate. However, as the rabbi spoke no Italian, and the Pope spoke no Yiddish, they agreed that it would be a 'silent' debate. On the chosen day the Pope and rabbi sat opposite each other.

The Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.

The rabbi looked back and raised one finger.

Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head.

The rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat.

The Pope brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.

The rabbi pulled out an apple.

With that, the Pope stood up and declared himself beaten and said that the rabbi was too clever. The Jews could stay in Italy. Later the Cardinals met with the Pope and asked him what had happened.

The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up a single finger to remind me there is still only one God common to both our faiths. Then, I waved my finger around my head to show him that God was all around us. The rabbi responded by pointing to the ground to show that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and host to show that through the perfect sacrifice Jesus has atoned for our sins, but the rabbi pulled out an apple to remind me of the original sin. He bested me at every move and I could not continue."

Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered to ask the rabbi how he'd won.

"I haven't a clue," said the rabbi. "First, he told me that we had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger. Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews but I told him emphatically that we were staying right here."

"And then what?" asked a woman.

"Who knows?" said the rabbi. "He took out his lunch, so I took out mine."

[micah719]

Sir, I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

You are a gem. Praise and thanks be to The Lord for the gift of you to us all.

[Navyblue]

Micah719, Shalom, and my thanks for your praise (to the one who guides my fingers, Jesus).

While posting the words, at another site, I was nudged to change the rhyme, so maybe you will reread my offering, if you have the time. Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN, I pray I praised Jesus, once again.

In Him, Keep the Watch, so the lamps are full, and the wick is trim, so, when He comes, we can rush rush to meet Him.

Arley

[Navyblue]

Poem The Ultimate Director
By Arley Steinhour 111710

Have you ever heard a violin, Stradivarius, let's say,
Focused only on it's sound, and not the notes it play?

If, Yes, then you be soundly blessed,
If, No, appreciation be at rest, at best.

I speak not about the melody, good or bad, no care,
It's the quality of instrument, and the one who fingers there.

The Stradivarius, is Planet Earth, and the maestro, God, must be,
The music be the happenings, natural or man made, you see.

Lips and fingers, warmed up, in the Pit for Orchestra,
That shall softly accompany, Maestro's play, of Turkey in the Straw.

The seats are packed with people, plus many standing in a crowd,
The population, of Planet Earth, attends and be quite loud.

Crowd noise of Idol chatter reins, yelling ore every person near,
No one hears baton rap, nor Maestro's play, wax on mortal ear.

Slowly, crowd does quiet down, to hear what's left to play,
Hear what Maestro's finger work, makes Stradivarius say.

Audience, still, as can be, note score, to which they sway,
The music of the 'masters' ain't not being played today.

Searching deep within their brains, some recognize the play,
Panic, pure panic, fills their eyes, as they cry and say;

The Maestro isn't who we thought, a Fake today does play,
God does now manipulate, the unsaved, who've gone astray.

Most will sit, stand, and sway, as if Maestro stage belong,
Some eyes focus on Conductor, not noticed by the throng.

Those few, who even notice, become the 'Chosen,' last of all,
They lovingly do cast their gaze upon, Conductor before the fall.

Some how, in the twinkling, of any mortal eye,
Those few do cease to be, disappear into the sky.

The remnant of the Bride they be, last Rapture by the Groom,
The sheep and goats directed, left and right, through God's Anti-room.

The maestro starts to take a bow, but there's no body there,
Arc-Angel, name of Mi-cha-el, grabs maestro by the hair.

Chained and bound securely, maestro-Satan locked away,
Not to return and bother man, for a thousand years of day.

The Word of God, takes control, of Planet Earth that day,
To Rule, with Law, and Iron Rod, cleaning final dross away.

Once a thousand years pass, God frees Satan again to lure,
Every soul, on Planet Earth, who still would be impure.

The war that comes is very short, allowed by God, depend,
They raise arms to fight a fight, HE speaks A word: The End.

Judgment takes a little time, all souls meet their fate,
Every soul will bend a knee, to worship God, some Too Late.

Those Faithful to Messiah, will have Eternity
To Live before our God, Jesus, and ever more be FREE.

AMEN

Looking back into History, We find our Future, Biblically

[king'sbloomingrose]

I love that poem you wrote! The comparisons are so rich in meaning! We serve such an awesome God! \o/

[Navyblue]

Vacation Gifts
By Arley Steinhour 111610

I have a family member who took a vacation the other day,
He and wife did cruise on ship, the Mediterranean way.

They hit many ports of 'call,' with shopping tours galore,
Italy, Turkey, Israel, plus Egypt, and numerous more.

They even caught the 'mummy tummy,' Egypt let them keep,
I guess they felt so truly bad, like swallowing a 'bleep.'

The package that they sent me, did safely arrive today,
Filled with little goodies, they bought for me, Hooray.

Two items sent, my heart did fill, eyes did leak some tears;
An Olive Cross, from where Jesus walked, over thirty years.

Locked in each end of cross, a container with dirt or rock,
Memento from the Holy Land, where Jesus, my sins did Lock.

The other gift, I opened up, heavy box from Italy,
Inside, Anchor door clangor, for the door, and heart of me.

They were packed with a number of things that filled the box right up,
Numbers of pictures, Mural of Jerusalem, Israeli and US Senate cups.

I felt much like a child today, the presents to unpack
Found a place for everything, won't have to send them back.

Down the road a mile or so, when finished with mortality,
I plan to spend a lot of time in Jerusalem, young and Free.

My glorified young body, will be a custom fit for me,
As I enjoy my life with Christ, throughout Eternity.

So call me Mister Lucky, I live two lives you see,
Reborn into Eternal bliss, as I endure Mortality.
AMEN

[Navyblue]

I woke up at 3 AM, the other day, just after receiving my newest toy, a 2GB solid state, Micro-Recorder, with a very tiny switch on it. I pin it to my pocket, and pin it to my pillow, now, so any time I get the urge, I can Pray and record what my heart tells me to say. I often pray in rhyme, you see, and I was losing my words, as I would forget them before I could get to the PC, start up, and type out.....gone.. well, God knew, but I would have forgotten, or lost the mood I was in. Nuff Said.

The Stick of gum shaped recorder records in excellent fidelity, and my very first, half awake, prayer, you now may see. There is much more, two hours worth, so I broke it down to bite-size:

Poem Waking Up 1
By Arley Steinhour 111010

O lord, my lord, Dear God I pray,
I come before you, this Pre-dawn of Day.

The day will be dawning, over the hill,
The sky be clear, the wind quite still.

Soon, daylight break, so bright and clear,
There's work to do, today, right here.

You clean our world, you clean our hearts,
And in that cleaning, we All have parts.

Each Day, you do bless me, completely anew,
As I wake, from deep sleep, praying to you.

Oh Lord, Dear God, I worship thee,
I marvel that you would ever want me.

You make me part of Your Family Tree,
And help me stand tall, so the unsaved can see.

Oh, yes, your blessing Christ, Emanuel
Has saved even me, from the dark pits, of Hell.

So, as I lay here, waiting for daylight to break,
I pray and praise you, for my Eternal Souls sake.

I'll witness to others, so unsaved can see,
How well you take care of your Family.

Jesus, my God, I truly love thee.
AMEN