Praise and Poetry by Arley

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To Be Counted Worthy
By Arley Steinhour 111910

To be counted worthy, to be called your son,
Is better than all Lotto Loot, ever to be won.

When I said ‘Yes,’ to your Salvation for me,
I stepped into Eternity’s world, where you be.

Oh, it wasn’t with lightening, thunder, or applause,
It took a long time cleansing, for instilling your laws.

I won’t go into what you, already know well,
But without that cleansing, I’d be bound for Hell.

Now I, in your blessing, witness to unsaved, deceived,
Pleading: ‘Lower your shield and enjoy, Salvation received.

Yes, some only smirk, and stride quickly away,
But the seed is planted, and may ask you in, some day.

Most say they want to, but with mortal fun, they will yet wait a while,
I do understand, cause I was once there, so I turn away, part with a smile.

The smile isn’t happy, no, it truly isn't gay,
Time is so short, they may miss Snatching Day.

With Salvation’s light overflowing, with your Holy light-beam,
My praising of you flowing, like a mountain cool water stream.

I’m off to the Forum, where good people abound,
Searching for unsaved, wherever their found.

Yeee-Haaa!!! And AMEN, is my Battle Cry,
I sound it real loud, so no-one, need Second death die.
AMEN

[mattfivefour]

Amen, Arley!

(BTW, loved the graphic!)

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Shalom, one and all. Special request: Please help me make a very wonderful Birthday Greeting avalanche to Alice Herz-Sommer, who Jerusalem Connection has an article about, today. Alice is going to be 107 years old, on the 26th, and the oldest Holocost survivor alive, etc, and so on. So, Please?
alice107bday@gmail.com

The Poem, I am sending to her:

Alice Herz-Sommer 107 BD
By Arley Steinhour 112010

On this Twenty of November, two thousand years, plus a ten,
Woke up this very Sabbath, praising God, with love, and grin.

After prayer, and chat with Him, I rustled up breakfast that be mine,
Eggs, potatoes, apple sauce, covered with white onion, chopped fine.

Sat down at my computer, for a day of witness, eating my confection,
Munching on my breakfast, saw an a message from, ‘Jerusalem Connection.’

Presented was a story about a girl I know I’d love, but I need to state;
At seventy two, I’m feeling old, but at her age, I think I be too Late.

This shining, lovely, person, plays piano, oh so well,
Her lips would never tell a villain, he should go to Hell.

She’s kind of thin, but I don’t mind, my waist has some excess girth,
What love this tiny woman shines, from eyes, and heart, from birth .

I did believe she’d do just fine, to fill my lovelorn plate,
But on the twenty-sixth, she’s beyond, what I dare ask her wait.

If only I were one year older, or she be one year less,
I could have a chance of being, not too young for her to bless.

Oh, sorry, didn’t I tell you, Alice Herz-Sommer, be her name,
One-Oh-Seven, makes me too young, to play in her life game, what a shame.

So, I guess I’ll just have to worship her, from a distance, never meeting,
But maybe, when I get to Heaven, she will bless me with a word of greeting.

Just think, not even Holocaust, could rip away her life of Love,
Alice Herz-Sommer I’d offer, is truly blessed by God above.

I do not know her full story, only bits of her experience to date,
But we will have eternity, to learn, should she wish, to us relate.

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Alice, may you have a grand, grand party,
May those who come, to celebrate your day, share with you my Hale and Hearty:
Respect, and God Blessed Love, for YOU.

Arley Steinhour, a Christian Brother. AMEN
alice107bday@gmail.com

Alice went to a place like this. Look at the faces of the girls in this photo, and imagine.

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Rapture Reminder
by Arley Steinhour 112110

When is He coming, I do not know;
How does Messiah, come steal the show?

The Book says He comes, and speaks the 'Word,'
With thunder-clap louder, than man's ever heard.

The Faithful will sparkle, as we fly out of sight,
To those left behind, it's a terrible fright.

When we land there in Heaven, at the Golden Gate,
There waiting for us, proof of our wondrous fate.

In the time left witness, to all we meet,
Be bold, but kind, and not get cold feet.

The one that we shy from, may be the one,
That Jesus assigned us, to bring to the Son.

Let us be found, at His Holy Work,
So then at Bema, we not be a 'Jerk.'
AMEN

In Messiah.


In the center of the Milky-Way, is a Black Hole with an interesting shape, Perfect!!

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Poem Very Special
By Arley Steinhour 112110

It takes a very special eye, to see all that’s going wrong,
It takes a very special voice, to sing a perfect song.
It takes a very special back, for projects needing done,
It takes a very special God, to be the ‘I AM,’ One.

It takes a very special brain, to invent something out of slime,
It takes a very special car, to race and win, each time,
It takes a very special plane, to fly high in the sky,
It takes a very special God, that for our sins, He’d die.

It takes a very special woman, to raise another family’s child,
It takes a very special cowboy, to tame a horse born wild.
It takes a very special mule, to up-root stump of tree,
It takes a very special God, to Bless a Country yearning to be free.

It takes a very special child, to comprehend what they will be,
It takes a very special soldier, to Serve so we be free.
It takes a very special man, to climb and ‘top’ a Redwood tree,
It takes a very special God, a country bless, from sea to shining sea.

It takes a very special love, to make sacrifice time after time,
It takes a very special dog, to love it’s master, so sublime.
It takes a very special rhyme, to close a poem like this-one,
It takes a very special God, to allow this close, while I’m still having fun.

A poem like this, like good friends, the possibilities never end,
So add a line in your own book, another entry, lovingly penned.
AMEN

We never have no one to talk to

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I cannot take credit for authoring this poem, as noted, but I did change some of the verbiage, and content of the message.

Twas the Night before Jesus
By Dianne Francis Donenfeld's 1988 poem,
with poetic changes, by Arley Steinhour 112210:

Twas the night Jesus came, and all through the house;
Not a creature was praying, not even my spouse.

Our Bibles were strewn on a shelf without care,
Seldom we read them, to know He'd come for us there.

Our children were dressing, to crawl into bed;
Not once ever kneeling, or bowing a head.

Their Mom in her rocker, with babe on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show, while I took a nap.

From out of the East, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet, to see what's the matter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my searching eyes should appear,
Myriad Angels proclaim, Jesus was here.

A light, like the sun, sent forth a bright ray.
I knew in a moment, this must be THE DAY!

The light from His face made me cover my head,
It was Jesus returning, just as He said.

Although I possess worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.

For the Book of Life, He held in His hand,
be inscribed with the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He couldn't find it, my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.

They, and young children, He raised without sound,
Leaving behind the unsaved, standing around.

We fell to our knees, but it was too late;
We had waited too long, and thus sealed our fate.

I stood up and cried, as they rose out of sight;
Oh God, I wish I'd been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing quite near.

He comes like a thief, till He sounds trumpet call,
and We know that the Bible speaks true, after all!

AMEN



May His Love fill your heart, before He comes for the Bride.

[Meg]

Good one Arley...

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Lyrics When am I Going?
(to music of Paint your Wagon‘s Where am I goin)
By Arley Steinhour 112310

Got a Prayer boy, Got a Song,
Gotta sing it, till He comes along:

When is He coming, I don’t know,
How do I get there, I ain‘t certain,
All I know, is I’ll be on my way.

How many people, in the flight,
How many Angels, there to help us,
Only know that He will do it right.

So, Repent folks, sing this song,
Grab your halo, come along.

All we know is, we’ll be flying,
Jesus calls us, faith-ful, true,
Only Reborn lifts into the sky.

He’s a coming, Jesus Christ,
When He Snatches, Life eternal.
We will spend eternity with Him.

Shine your Halo, nice and bright,
Could be coming, yet tonight.

He’s so sneaky, like a thief,
He’ll sneak up, if you aren’t watching,
Casper couldn’t scare you more than that.

So Repent now, come on board,
Be with us when, we meet the Lord

(slowly)
When is He coming, I don’t know,
How do I get there, Can’t remember,
All I know, is I’ll be there and gone.

Oh-Yeah!!



Ready, Willing, and Able, To Fly.

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"Come Up Hither!"
By Arley Steinhour 112410

I think I hear Him calling, He beckons one and all.

Calling every Christian, as sinful world does fall.

The Trumpet loud, sounds it's wailing call,

Rising up to meet him, the faithful one and all.

Assembled in the sky with Jesus, He gently leads us home,

Praises singing, forward leaning, we never more will roam.

This speck of dust called faith we have, He amplifies to perfection,

We have the answers to Eternity, which means, our every question.

After some time of shock and awe, we truly settle in,

Leading a life so perfect, we never more know sin.

Oh Yes, Yeee-Haaa, (expletive mine),

isn't English, but, for me works fine.

He Loves us, and we love Him,

Even I, be lean and trim.

AMEN

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. May the Turkey fill stomach, and Jesus the heart
Trumpet Blares Loud, Sky Flashes into Many Colors to hale His Arrival

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Imagined First Thanksgiving
By Arley Steinhour 112410

There was a mighty hunter, they called him Pilgrim Dan,
Who’s deadly aim, with musket, helped keep fresh meat in the pan.

The Pilgrim folk had been here almost a year to date,
Half had died, starved to death, they arrived in year too late.

Between the game that Dan could shoot, and Indian charity,
They praised God, that half of them, alive, and free, still be.

The Indians were invited, bringing Maze, and Roots, to cook,
Dan and others went out, to put meat in the kettle, on the hook.

The weather, cold, and windy, did make the hunt, a problem be,
Ever so often, all the men had to warm their hands behind a tree.

The icy wind cut deeply, the hunters clean down to the bone,
And not a deer or antelope did want to grace the hunters home.

The day began to wear on, cold fingers no more felt pain,
The fear was that the dinner would consist of only grain.

Some turned back to safety, and some warmth within their house,
As, finally only one remained, Pilgrim Dan, and his pet mouse.

He checked his musket regular, to make sure that it was dry,
Nothing is much more frustrating, than fail a shot as Stagg goes by.

By the time the sun sat low, and began to hide behind the trees,
Pilgrim Dan gave up the hunt, headed home, for safety from the freeze.

The route he followed was the same, that he had hunted out,
And Dan was not alert to hunt, mind too cold to look about.

A silent prayer, formed in Dan’s heart, he’d stayed out way too late,
In every dangers likelihood, Pilgrim Dan today would meet his fate.

Off to the left, some distance far, a Stagg did show an antler,
Adrenalin and hunger, warmed Dan’s heart and trigger finger.

Dan wondered how he’d manage, to drag the big Stagg home,
He knew that even if he shot, he and the Stagg would die alone.

About twenty feet from Dan did chirp, the gobble of a Turkey,
Dan knew that he’d get Turkey home, and forgoing the deer jerky.

Pilgrim Dan, his aim held true, and he made history that day,
Or on Thanksgiving we’d eat Deer Jerky, and not Turkey gone astray.

So now you know the story, about the first Thanksgiving day,
And once filled up on bird, and grub, Thank God the Turkey way.

PRAY

Bambi playing the part of Moses

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Chanukah Prayer
By Arley Steinhour 120210

Chanukah has started the Jerusalem Jewish way,
Bless Israel and Jerusalem the Jewish way today.

Lift the veil, so that they know, You died so each can be,
Every one accepting you, present, past, future, be Sin-free.

Price paid 2,000 years ago, You hung and suffered on that tree,
I fail to understand how, Dear Lord, any would turn away from thee.

For them, not only did you die, You also died for me,
You came to Earth, to take on a life, of perfect mortality;

So you could pay the price I couldn’t, that is what I see,
Only you can see us as perfect, blood cleansed, and family.

And yet, so many walk away, shrugging shoulder at your Grace,
The eternal life, they celebrate, will not be before your face.

Dear Lord God, that is so sad, and so eternal true,
Torment is the other, if they walk away from you.
AMEN

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Inspiration from Brian
by Arley Steinhour 120210

If you want to be enthralled eternal,
Just fall in Love with God Supernal.

Ask for His Forgiveness flood,
He does it with a drop of Blood.

Your sins are washed away from sight,
Then you are clean, for him just right.

To turn away, you make the other choice,
And once in Torment, you have no voice;

No voice to ask for forgiveness as Gift,
In flaming Torment, from God, Great Rift.

AMEN


.............................Happy Chanukah.....and......Merry Christmass....One and all..............................

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The Day, Right Way
By Arley Steinhour 120610

On Christmas day we should celebrate a very special way,
The Birth of Christ Jesus, Emanuel, on that very special Day.

God took on our mortality, to live a perfect life,
to pay a price for our sin, so we won't suffer Eternal Strife.

Forget gifts that we can give, nothing matches what he gifted,
He purchased our eternal Souls, when on the Cross was lifted.

Let songs of Praise, and Worship flow, into the crisp night air,
when we celebrate His gift, Repent, so we'll all be there.

AMEN



Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus, for us, laid His Head. A lowly beginning in His mortality, to pay the price that we couldn't, so we eternaly live free.

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Hugs of Love
By Arley 061810

Song's of Praise, Hug's of Love,
Blessed by Jesus, from Above;

That I may send them all to you,
so you can smile the whole day through.
Some day, some way, He comes for us,
With Royal Shout, and Trumpet true.

The timing is the important part,
Perhaps today, or yet tomorrow;
Our expectation all aglow,
Our wait for him can hold no sorrow.

Smiling brightly, eyes aglow,
We search the skies for Him;
Bright as day, or dark as night,
Hearts feel bright with just a Hymn.

Spread the word, that Jesus Loves,
He wants us one and all;
He doesn't want to leave one behind,
Yes He loves even those who Fall

So Keep the Watch, as He draws nigh,
behind white cloud, up in the sky;

AMEN


Christmas time, or any time,
A Hug from Jesus is so Fine,
So many folk, but no waiting line.
So step right up, and pass through,
He waits for me, and waits for you.

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I wrote this poem in 2003, but it still speaks my heart today:

Call to Mankind
By Arley Steinhour Jan 03

With keyboard, fingers, and prayerful soul,
I call to one and all;
God's patience soon comes to an end,
We've backed Him to the Wall.

His day will come, His Will be Done,
Much sooner than you know;
But first there is a final test,
While Satan runs the show.

Those seven years man has a chance,
To answer Gods 'Last Call;'
Before He blows the Final Trump,
And Judgment rests on all.

Those Left-Behind will suffer much,
And some will turn to God;
But those who don't will surly die,
Or bear the 'Iron Rod.'

So, look now closely to your heart,
And change your evil way'
For Jesus pleads for you to call;
Accept His Grace today.

AMEN


"Isa 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." Repent and receive His Free gift of Salvation.

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Christmas Attitude
By Arley Steinhour 121110

Some people say I’ve getting old,
Some people say I’m young.
When I look into the mirror,
I gasp and sing a song ‘unsung.’

Some people may be telling truth,
Some people must be blind.
I see a stranger looking back,
The shock just blows my mind.

My family, love of my life,
I love with all my heart;
But they were moved to second place,
When to Jesus, I became a part.

With Christmas in the cool crisp air,
Remember our God and King,
His name is Yahweh/Jesus Christ,
Who loves us more than anything. .

When your singing Christmas carols,
Be they Classic, or Modern lilt;
The voice resounds from not your mouth,
But from the heart that HE rebuilt.

AMEN

MERRY CHRISTMAS one, and all.


Isa 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
Isa 61:2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, ... (unfinished, waiting for the End of Times to consumate)

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Short Trial Long Judgment
By Arley Steinhour 121210

I come for judgment, on my face, before God's Holy Throne,

And seeing the stack of evidence, I stand what seems alone,

The Prosecutor snarls a smile, this case he's going to win,

And in the witness box sits one, my hopes are looking thin.

The Judge is naught but a ball of light, and I'm too scared to ask,

If I'm to be allowed any defense, by anyone up to the task.

I know that I'm not worthy, and am guilty, of many a sin,

But, if I had not't been led astray, with a few sins, plead and win.

The snarling smile of prosecutor, said that I was dumb as oak,

I'd try to share the reason why my sins weren't sins, but a joke.

I heard the rap of gavel strong, one rap didn't last too long,

Another box of evidence was added to the evidential throng.

Oh, My, I thought, as the box was placed, my sin keeps adding to,

The more I think of sinful ways to lie, and find a home with you.

By now, the tears did freely flow, I knew I'd lost the battle,

I couldn't offer a defense, but stand crying, mumbling prattle.

All was lost, coin tossed, and found myself facing condemnation,

When the 'one' witness, in box stood, calling for recognition.

'This trial was over before it began,' He simply addressed the Judge,

'This soul belongs only to me,' and on this He wouldn't budge.

I had turned my heart to Him, totally, then went about my life,

But that one honest submission, made me part of His Royal Wife.

'Oh, I would suffer loss,' He said, as He looked at the evidence,

He'd try my reward with fire, and what's left was Reward Pence.

The ill I'd done would be burned away, and I would be His, pure,

Eternally, His loved one, a part of this family Sure.

Stepping forward, as gavel fell, He wrapped His arms around.

The warmth and love that cursed through me, was forever found.

I stand before you, one and all, a changed man, by action on a cross,

And you may join me, in eternity, and suffer no Satanic loss.

Just turn your heart to Jesus Christ, the Savior, of mankind,

But those who won't, will find themselves, to be one of those we couldn't find.

AMEN

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I cannot show you the inspiration for the below, so just envision the little town with the sparkling snow, with the sign over main street wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. You all have probably received one over the past years, I have:

Sparkling Snow from Jesus
by Arley Steinhour 121310

The snow you see ain't frosty, but sparkles with the true warmth of my love,
this is the overflow, from that which Jesus pours, on me from high above.

You do not have to scoop it up, this snow loads with Joyful wagging,
and you can take it home with you as gift from me, not bragging.

The object of the season, is at the other end of the street,
the reason be the voyage there, this life He gave is truly neat.

We suffer tribulation, as we experience mortality,
so a better son or daughter, to Him, we may Eternal be.

I can't describe your trip down the street, for each it surly differs,
unto the 'snowy' reason that it sparkles, with no chilly shivers.

Let me justify the spot, it is neither Cold nor Hot,
it is where Jesus Christ was born, to truly save our lot.

Our lot be all the sinning, we do throughout our life,
when you kneel, and ask him, no sin be in His 'Wife.'

Forever more, eternally, we're clean enough to be,
a member of the Body, and live as God's Royal family.

So, if you haven't done it, and need a true sin scrub,
turn your heart to Jesus, let Him bless you, without the tub.

AMEN


There you have the key to Jesus, if you didn't already have Goy,
Let Him bless away your sin, and adopt you to eternal Joy.

Share His Love with even more, potential brothers and sisters.

In Messiah, Jesus' name, and Love, Merry Christmas, and Happy celebration of His Birthday.


Snowed-in, in Scotland, December 2010. Almost as wondrous as the picture that inspired the poem.

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Audie Murphy was a one of a kind, as are every person, but especially those who keep us free, and this is as good a season as I can think of, considering, Jesus died to make us FREE, born for that one purpose, Son of GOD.Tis the Season to be giving, Fa La La LaLa La La La La...
Do you have a spare Christmas card left over?? How about joining me, plus as many as we can get to do it, to send a Christmas Card to an American Soldier, in the hospital, recovering?? Send out the alert to everyone in your mailing list.

Consider (received as an email):

"A Great Idea!!!

When you are making out your Christmas card list this year, please include the following:

A Recovering American Soldier
c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue,NW
Washington , D.C. 20307-5001 "

I sent mine, and managed to poetize my greeting. You need not do that, just wish them Merry Christmas, and thank them for their service, etc, will help make their Christmas a whole bunch brighter.

Here is my poem, that I sent, and I pray it makes their day, as much as it made mine simply composing, and knowing where it is going:

Get Well Soldier
by Arley Steinhour 121410

I cannot say I know you,
And you, I may never see,
But I can thank you from my heart,
for keeping our Freedom Free.

Your service to this country,
Can never make you Number One,
That be His who died for you,
the one we call God's Son.

Your sacrifice may have been close to His,
your wounds may make that clear,
I thank you with my: Merry Christmas,
Wrapped with His Love for you, so dear.

I served my time without great harm.
Some many years ago,
And send my Thanks for serving,
May you heal, and His Love know.

AMEN

May you all be blessed this Christmas, for doing something for those who keep us free, and safe; in the spirit of the One Born to Truly Make Us FREE.

Arley

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A Day Dream Dreamt
By Arley Steinhour 121410

I had a dream a tic ago, about standing at the Bema Alter,
Standing there in line to see how badly I might falter.

The guy ahead looked familiar to me, in Robe already white,
Oh, my, oh my, it's Billy Graham, in Robe so soft and bright.

For judgment we were called in by twos, for determining forever,
We had a few, but I could tell, Billy and I'd be called together.

My mouth went dry, my gut did knot, my teeth so loud chattered,
Compared to Billy Graham, I'm a dead man, crushed and shattered.

The fear did rage within my breast, and my breath rasped very rough,
I hadn't planned on going to Hell, as I did all I could, but did enough?

Too soon, too soon, our names were called, I swear I heard a chuckle,
By now, my nerves and every thing made me want to share a knuckle.

As we walked into the judgment room, Billy laid his hand on my shoulder,
The calm and confident way he touched, made my heart a little bolder.

Everyone within the room recognized Billy Graham, right-off,
Cheers rolled down the isle we walked, I was crying tears enough.

Before the Alter, we handed in, our lives in bags we carried,
Truth would burn the dross away, to see if to Christ we're married.

The Judge looked at us both, yet each, and didn't blink an eye,
I figured out that Billy Lives, and surly I would die.

Envisioning the fall to Hell, through a one-way door,
Almost made my knees give in, and throw me to the floor.

Into the flame went our bags full of deeds, Judge looked oh so knowing,
Flame flew high into the sky, then settled down to metal melting glowing.

So close we were to Alter heat, my skin began to crawl,
Hell is worse than anything, if I could, I now would bawl.

Billy's hand, once again, touched my shoulder shaking,
His steady hand and pressure mild, soothed my heavy quaking.

The Judge looked down on the other side, of Alter heated hot,
He smiled a grin, and eyes lit up, I knew He'd seen Billy's Lot.

He lifted up two beautiful crowns, looking like golden, bejeweled, mountains,
Again, my knees did want to melt, eyes wanting to cry great fountains.

I knew that Billy Graham was good, but two Royal crowns for him?
I offered up a silent prayer, His will be done for my life had too much sin.

The Judge, still smiling, presented a Crown, as beautiful as could be,
Handed it to Billy Graham, then turned and looked at me.

I thought I saw a frown of sorts, come over his beautiful face,
But, no, that wasn't a frown at all, only firmness full of Grace.

The second Crown He offered me, as I fell to bended knee,
I waved it off, and tried to speak, to say I couldn't have it free.

The first words that He uttered, were like only a bird can sing,
Ah, but, I didn't know, said He, about the wonders I did bring;

Wonders that reached into hearts, and made them open wide,
To let the Holy Spirit in, to redeem them, to never have to hide.

I can't go into all He said, but while I thought I'd not done much,
Many people through-out the world had heard my Praise and such.

My paltry heartfelt words of Praise, with only Him in mind,
Did elevate my standing, to a level imagination couldn't find.

I was oh so Blessed that night, my dream ended with my alarm,
I know I am not up there with Billy, but I try, which buys my farm.

AMEN