Praise and Poetry by Arley

[anath]

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)

Today, my house is filled with Christmas carols and music. I'm singing along in my not so melodious voice but it is from my heart to the Lord.

[Navyblue]

Funny thing with prayer, and singing, and such......We moan it, and Holy Spirit snaps it up, takes the wrinkles out, shines the heart of it, amplifies, and adds the right mood and respectability, and shoots it, express 'offering' up to God, who receives it exactly as He only WILL, PERFECT......for HIM.

We may think we cannot, but God don't hear, see, feel, nor Love, as do we in our mortal condition, which is terminal, with no known cure, other than being Reborn, in the Death and Resurrection, so our mortality stays around us, but instead of dying, we graduate. Once Home, we will be able to listen to our prayers, and singing, in the condition God receives it,,,,and ten bucks to a dough-nut hole,,,if they don't tell us that is us, we would never recognize us, because we haven't learned who the real us is yet....or something like that.

Sing it long, sing it loud, sing it as if your proud, to Love HIM. AMEN

Keep the Watch.

Arley

[Navyblue]

Praying to Jesus
By Arley Steinhour 022309
(to Tune: Waltzing Matilda (Australian))

*1 Once a righteous Christian prayed by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree.

“Come sweet Jesus, come down to this billabong,
Come if you will, take me Home with thee.” *c1*


*2 Up rode the Prayer Guard, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Up rode the troopers, One, Two, Three.

Why are you praying, underneath the Coolabah,
Pray not to Jesus, but unto me. *c2*

*3 Full execution, the price of this forbidden prayer,
Full execution will cleanse the State.

As the trials and the pressures of the Tribulation law,
Kills every Christian, that is their fate. *c3*


*4 Up jumped the Christian, and sprang into the billabong,
You’ll never stop my prayer, cried he.

And his prayer may be heard, as you pass by the billabong,
You’ll never stop my prayer, I’m Free. *c4ab*


Corus lines:
*c*1, 2, 3, *4a* Praying to Jesus, Praying to Jesus,
Praying to Jesus, his old heart felt fleet,

*c*1, 2, 3 Yes the trials and the pressures of the Tribulation Great,
Melts full away, praising Christ, so Sweet.

*c*4b* And his prayer may be heard, as you pass by the billabong,
You’ll never stop, my prayer, I’m …. FREE ….!

AMEN

[Navyblue]

Left Behind Unsaved
By Arley Steinhour 121710

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, he was just standing there,
Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, think he flew into the air.

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, a trumpet sounded so loud,
Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, called him up into that cloud.

Who's there, who is there, an arm from the cloud sparkled bright,
Who's there, who is there, golden arm wearing robe, oh so white.

Who's there, who is there, he talked about Rapture each lunch,
Who's there, who is there, refused did I, that Christian bunch.

Try to think, try to think, what was it that he said to me,
Try to think, try to think, ah, yes, 'Faith is what made him free.

Try to think, try to think, can I still join the crowd up there,
Try to think, try to think, no Rapture, once post-trumpet blare.

Whoa is me, whoa is me, I truly now do believe,
Whoa is me, whoa is me, seven years of Hell I receive.

Whoa is me, whoa is me, with Jesus the Christ by my side,
Whoa is me, whoa is me, the Whoa in my heart, just died.

AMEN

Unsaved?? Ponder, Please.

When He calls with Arc-Angel's shout, and Shofar blare so loud,
All the saved does fly go to Him, confusing the 'Left Behind' crowd.

[Navyblue]

Egypt's Nightmare
By Arley Steinhour 121710

The other day, I read a book, printed Seventeen Fifty Three BC,
Suspicion raised the little hairs on the back of my neck, whew-Eee.

I went ahead and read it, to see what it had to say,
It told a long, long story, about folks down Egypt way.

The plot seemed kind of fuzzy, about the star and who he be,
Moses is the name we use, leading Israel, who called him Moshe.

Forty years before this date, plus forty, approximately,
Moshe was found in a basket, afloat in Nile initially.

The lady that did find him, be Pharaoh's daughter, washing in the sun,
Falls in love with man child, opts to raise him, as her only son.

This Levite boy was raised in the court, with teachers and life so grand,
The honors earned, were placed on him, to stand at Pharaohs right hand.

Learning of his roots, at forty, he killed a guard for beating a slave,
He had to leave the country as then, Pharaoh, Moshe's life did crave.

Somehow, he managed to cross the desert, without dying on the way,
Found a home with shepherd with five daughters, married on so he could stay.

Forty years went by for Moshe, working with goats and sheep ,
Until one day a bush caught fire, and spoke, while he weren't't asleep.

'Go back to Egypt, and free my people,' God said so crisp and clear,
'Take only your staff, and nothing else, and I'll tell you what to hear.

So, back he went across the desert, with purpose, Moshe did not balk.
No more a fugitive from justice, Moshe spoke for God, and talked the walk.

Brother Aaron met him, to be Moshe's High Priest, in the know,
Up to pharaoh, they did stride, quoting God: "Let my People Go!!"

Nine times Pharaoh did refuse, each time Plagues were at his door,
In number ten, all First Born died, and Pharaoh could take no more.

'Get ye away, away from me, take anything your people want,
And never cross my border, you killed my son, and you I'll hunt.

Away Moshe went, with Israel, a million folks and more,
God gave him directions that would not go to a friendly shore.

Pharaoh learned of Moshe's 'blunder,' in a place with no escape,
He decided to follow, and kill Israel, death often called a Rape.

With every chariot he had, many hundred made for war fight,
Pharaoh's golden chariot leading, the gore would make things right.

Moshe's people cried and wailed, about the trap that they were in,
Backed up to Yom-Soof water, they say options nil, were very thin.

'Stand Back, and Watch, God's Might Hand,' Moses said to everyone,
The great Red sea did part that day, on dry land, they did run.

Moshe, and his people, did cross between the waters tall and wet,
Pharaoh decided to run them down, water and Pharaoh quickly met.

Pharaoh, and his mighty men, died in the waters of Red Sea that day,
After that escape be another story, needing forty more years to play.

God saved Israel from Egypt, requiring forty years to clean their heart,
That part of History, I guess, must wait till Israel relearns their part.

AMEN


He raised his arms and the water did part,
Miracles from God, truly warms the heart.

[Navyblue]

Shabbat Shalom HaErets (God's Sabbath Peace to you on the Earth)


Uncivil War
By Arley Steinhour 121810

There seems to be a problem, within the ranks of our God's children,
Some radicals amongst us, emote great hatred, with derision.

Christian people, some of them, believe the lie, Replacement Theology,
What plant on earth could survive, by cutting the root from off their tree?

Jewish Fundamentalists, prefer pure Rejection-ism best to feel,
How far does any Faith go, when Royal chariot, misses a wheel?

There be another factor, that won't be considered here, as it be so 'Anti,'
What Islam calls 'Same Faith' lies, for Satan truly builds their 'Shanty.'

Yahweh/Yehovah, GOD to us, be we Christian, or a Jew,
Is the only GOD on Earth, or Constellation, that is true.

Yet the Jew rejects the birth on Earth, of GOD Emanuel,
And Christians feel that all who do, are surly bound for Hell.

The Jew, seems blind to Historic Truth, Mankind He came and saved,
With 'mankind' as the major hurdle, to accepting a path that's paved.

The paving is the Blood of Christ, Royal Blood shed on the Cross,
Any mortal refusing Him, becomes naught but: Eternal Dross.

Most Christian believers, seem to think Old Testament is done,
With writers like apostle Paul, New Testament is much more fun.

Like I mentioned, in stanza two, the root need be tightly bound,
To the fruitful upper part, or a useless 'Air-Plant,' you have found.

In short, dear brothers and sisters, and to Covenant Jews alike,
We all are part of God/Jesus, if not, Satan will surly strike.

Open up the heart-strings, and listen to His Spirit, True,
Soon the blindness falls from eyes, we'll see different me and you.

AMEN

Please Ponder. May we mend our own fences by removing those between Jew and Christian.

May GOD's 'Full Growth' Olive Tree, consisting of ALL His people, be ONE,
Producing Perfect Praise Fruit, as God Intends we Produce.
AMEN

[Navyblue]

Lords day in Church, 12192010
By Arley Steinhour 121910

Praise be to God, this day He made, the one we call Lord’s Day,
Up and moving, early before the Sun, so I could praise Him my way.

Words with Jesus upon consciousness, my daily resurrection,
Allowed me time to be alone with Him, and set up my direction.

Today is always easy, as I will spend half the day, in Church, and prayer,
Especially this Lord’s Day. Day, when Christmas Caroling filled the air.

The schedule for the Service, went awry right from the start,
With many needs to pray for folk, sure did rend the heart.

We prayed for those with illness, broken bones, and such,
Prayed for folk, in uniform, and for leaders, by the bunch.

Once finished praying, Carols of Angels we began to sing,
Praising Jesus for His birth, Emmanuel, with love and caroling.

By now our hearts were Spirit filled to top, with major overflowing,
When Preacher Al, began to speak, as Heaven-bent Praise our sewing.

He only taught for half an hour, we had some business to do,
The second half we used up, presenting him a laptop, oh so Blue.

He didn’t see that coming, and I think it made his preaching day,
A Christmas gift to a Shepherd of God, can’t close no better way.

Now you know the story about Twelve-Nineteen, Two Thousand Ten,
And, if you didn’t go to Church, you goofed, and really should have been.

If you have a Church Group home, you really should attend,
Our Christianity needs recover strength, and you can help it mend.

AMEN

In my Dreams Church Building, but we are focused on what God wants us to have, and this ATT ain't not it. (^8

[Navyblue]

Author Unknown Substitute
By Arley Steinhour 122010

The poem that I offer, has an ‘Author Unknown,’
Much like I’d say, the words are homegrown.

Who-ever be the Author, in this world so big,
I took some poetic license, so it fits my minds jig.

Shepherds, and Magi, did, by candle light,
Welcome into this world, Messiah that night;

As He lay in a manger no crib for His back,
That soon would be beaten, for the holiness we lack.

But, I get windy, when, not mine, do substitute,
A beautiful offering, we should all institute.

AMEN

CHRISTMAS ON THE RANCH
(Author Unknown)

'Twas the night before Christmas, out on the ranch,
The pond was all frozen, and so was the branch.
The snow piled belly-deep to a very tall mule;
Kids were all home, on vacation, from school.

Happier young folks you never would see,
Just sprawling around a-watchin' TV.
Then, suddenly, some time around 8 o'clock,
There came a surprise, that gave everybody a shock!

The power went off, lights and TV went dead,
When Grandpa came in from his work in the shed
With an armload of wood, entered the house, all dark..
"Just what I expected," they heard him softly remark.

"Them power line wires, must be down from the snow;
Just like normal times, on the ranch, long ago.”
"I'll hunt up some candles," said Mom. "With a flash-light,
With a warm fireplace, I reckon we'll make out all right."

The teen-agers all seemed enveloped in gloom,
Till Grandpa came back, from a trip to his room.
He uncased his old fiddle, and started to play,
That old Christmas song, about bells on a sleigh.

Mom started singing, and first thing they knew,
Both Pop and the kids, were all singing too.
They sang Christmas carols, they sang "Holy Night,"
Their eyes all a-shine in the soft red firelight.

They played some charades Mom recalled from her youth,
And Pop read a passage from God's Book of Truth.
They stayed up till midnight, and, would you believe,
The youngsters agreed, 'twas a fine Christmas Eve.

Grandpa rose early, some time before dawn;
When the kids did waken, the power was on.
"Power company sure got that line fixed real quick,"
Said Grandpa, and no one suspected his trick.

Last night, for the sake of some old-fashioned fun,
He had pulled the main switch - the old Son-of-a-Gun!

Without the luxury of man's Science, we can always go to the Author of man's Science, God, and His Word.

[Navyblue]

Seeing You Lord
By Arley Steinhour 122110

Father, God,

I see you in the morning when the frost is on the trees
I see you in the evening when I am down upon my knees

I see you in the daytime, when working hard at my PC,
Each moment, when I close my eyes, it's you I always see.

Dear God, I love you, I love you oh so much,
I wish more folk would turn to you, we'd have a family clutch.

Alas, alas, they turn away and say,
'I'll come back for that another day,

When the time is right just before the fall.'
Oh God, dear God, they don't know You, at all.

Salvation through Faith so soon closes,
And that will twist a lot of expectant noses.

So many think they know what you're all about,
Thinking they're 'In,' will find, They're not, and 'Out.'

I know you're there, for them today,
But soon, so soon, you turn away.

AMEN

The light 'of' our life, so Mortally dim, shines so much brighter, when we are 'in' Him.

[Navyblue]

Christmas Salvation 2010

By Arley Steinhour 122410

Two Thousand years we’ve said it, the praise that worships Christ,
The words that signature Salvation, from lips and heart, it’s uttered twice.

You may not know you’ve said it, or never were taught to care,
But the words of Signatured Salvation, are in you, forever there.

Part One of Two is from your ‘Lips,’ when In Him, you say ‘I Do,’
Part One saves your Soul from Satan, and to Jesus you’ll be True.

Like the Thief, upon the cross, Salvation received, by ‘words’ he uttered,
The other Thief, who ‘Railed’ on Jesus, be Hell-bent for what he muttered.

“What be those words, that I should say,” I pray your asking me right now,
“Blessed is He, who comes in the Name of Yahweh” (the LORD), is how.

The Second part of ‘Signature,’ is when you get wet, and seal the Ink,
This shows the world, your love for Jesus, Holy Spirit joins Triad-Link.

God’s Spirit, moves, into your heart, and takes up Holy Residence,
Blessing your remaining mortality, you earn Heaven reward, Gold, not Pence.

On the Cross, or in a fox-hole, part Two, baptizes you with tears,
And works as well as submersion, as the Hounds of Hell appears.

Your God, my God, our God, Redeems us with His Salvation, free of any charge,
We need only ask for that Redemption, He forgives all our Sin, Small and Large.

Eternity is a very long ‘Day,’ without beginning, nor with end, to be with Him,
But, Rejecting what He offers free, guarantees, in Hell be, with eternal light so Dim.

We stand at the Eve of when God was born, in Bethlehem Stable’s stone Feed-Trough,
To die for us, Redeem our Souls, Reward our Faith, be our King, isn’t that enough?

MERRY CHRISTMAS to ONE AND ALL, on this Christmas 2010

AMEN

[Navyblue]

I received an e-mail Christmas Card, with the sentiment below,
And felt I had to share it, with brothers and sisters on the go.

So, read the words Christian family members sent, to help glorify my day,
Praising Jesus, the Christ, for being born upon earth, in His Saving way.

Poem: Look for Me at Christmas
By Author, Unknown

If you look for me at Christmas,
you won’t need a special star,
I’m no longer just in Bethlehem,
I’m right there where you are.

You may not be aware of Me,
amid the celebrations,
You’ll have to look beyond the stores,
and all the decorations.

But, if you take a moment,
from your list of things to do,
And listen to your heart, you’ll find,
I’m waiting there for you.

You’re the one I want to be with,
you’re the reason that I came,
And, you’ll find me in the stillness,
as I’m whispering your name.

Love, Jesus

[Navyblue]

Christmas Dirty Deed
By Arley Steinhour 122610

Christmas Day, Oh, Christmas Day, what happened to my Christmas Day?
It started out, so crisp and fine, a grand old Christmas Day was under way.

Off to be with family, fill up on food, cooked wonderfully, Oh Christmas Day,
With prayer, and fixings on the side, my mouth stayed open, I can say.

The day went better than can be, with simple gifts to celebrate what got He,
Oh, Christmas Day, this Christmas Day, had all the love that does fill me.

Later in the afternoon, I left for home, was not too soon,
My Oxygen had just run out, but the spare tank O2 would spoon.

Singing with my voice so loud, I drove the mileage in no crowd,
Most folk, I figured, would move on later on, but just as loud.

Home safely, after a nod or maybe Three, my car gave a sigh, as I turned it off,
Inside my home, so soft and warm, I decided to check my e-message trough.

I read a couple of ‘Blessings,’ so great, they filled my Faith tank right to the top,
Then, went to the Forum, that’s where I got bit, by a virus that made my new PC stop.

Before my eyes could blink more than once, a ransom note was presented,
For only one hundred bucks my PC would live, my ego felt so dented.

Clear warning on screen: I must pay, or PC would be with the Lord,
Not very smart, I unplugged my Web service, the blue ether cord.

That proved to be the wrong thing to do, screen made a comment; then it went blank.
When I tried to reboot, no luck, executable programs were quite locked, in the tank.

So, out of the closet came ancient PC with memory XP, working just fine,
Clinking and a clunking, I type my words slowly, old but reliably, mine.

So, on the tomorrow, repairman I call, hoping his phone isn’t ripped from the wall,
I’d almost offer a ‘Bet-ya,’ more PC’s will catch what made mine take the Fall.

I therefore do my praying this morning for you, PC owners one and all,
If your PC gets sick, and dies, don’t rip your phone from yon wall.

The person who made up the virus, will owe great apology,
For ruining a great day, for all them unhappy folk, even me.

AMEN (We’ll see)

[Navyblue]

My new PC is back on line with only minor aches and pains, from the PC-N2-Thought-Virus, that almost killed it. Tech says only minor scratches and bruises, to show for the cyber collision. My 'end of year, and productive life,' offering I present, and hope/pray everyone can retire, feeling as comfortable as I do, seasoned with a portion of 'wish I had done more,' knowing I could have:

Old Clay Pot Reflection
By Arley Steinhour 122910

If I had my life to live over, and could do most anything,
I do believe so many things changed would have had a lesser sting.

I probably would my parents trade in, for people very rich,
Who loved each other well enough not to live beside a ditch.

Parents who through thick and thin, would have truly stuck it out,
So the children, including me, could grow up and known them, just about.

My body would have never been that chubby, extra large,
Slim, trim, strong and swift, be like the hero in cavalry charge.

Every one would call me 'Albert,' for that's where my mind be at,
Thinking things like E=MC2, and how to save our poor planet.

Oh, I would be a Doozy, Top-Gun, Hero, never Flat,
But alas, if I had changed it, my me is not where I'd be at.

I learned that I couldn't change my past, as future rested on that,
And if I changed my past to dreams, I'd end up like 'Casey Up to Bat.'

So taking what I had from life, and looking for all parts best,
I settle for the person I be, shaped by Jesus, living in my chest.

Pride would be a feeling, that I have in Him, for eternity,
The clay I call this Arley, He shaped into the man I be.

I didn't save Fair Maiden, or rescue Jumper from the Fall,
But the things I did do, made me who I am, content with self, is all.

AMEN

Who we see in our mirror, maybe ain't not who we be. But, the One who shapes the Clay we be, is the One who can Truly See.

[Navyblue]

What does it look like? I don't know.
How do you find it? I ain't certain.
All I know is I'll be on my way.

So turn to Jesus, Praise in Song,
Paint your wagon, and come along.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and Happy New Year,
AMEN


The Trip Home in my Mind
By Arley Steinhour 122910

To wake up near the mid-night hour, and not seem to be in bed,
Makes the mind feel anxious, like something's wrong, inside my head.

Home be gone, winter air felt warm, without my glasses, vision quite clear.
I felt no earthly pressure, feeling motion, but not speed, no wind noise filled my ear.

Wide awake, that's what I'd be, thoughts start to come together,
Flying so high, with no support, weighing much less than a feather.

Oh, my, I'm dead, I have to be, but I'm healthy as a horse,
But here I am flying faster than light not using an energy force.

There's light ahead, so white and bright, the sun or maybe worse,
But no, that can't be, fear great trouble, and cannot find reverse.

But like a breath of fresh spring air, zipped straight on through that light,
And into utter darkness, except ahead, a clearer light so bright.

A tunnel's what some call it, I remember articles about,
'Near Death Experience,' is what they cited, I offered a mighty shout.

Oh, me, oh my, the heart now beats, as if I ran a race to win,
Knowing then, I'm headed Home, for ever to be with Him.

But where's the crowd, the Rapture crowd, I looked every where,
But no one else could I find, I traveled quite alone, Not Fair.

The Rapture was supposed to be, the way that I went Home,
But something has gone wrong, I thought, cause I was quite alone.

Oh my, if I am dreaming, this dream is oh so real,
I'm wide awake, with my constant pain, it I cannot feel.

This cannot be a dream, I figured, or the pain would wake you up,
It has so many times before, but arm now has perfect rotator cup.

Dear Jesus, I am on my way, to be with you for your Eternal Day,
My mind did race with joyous prayer and praise, so swiftly on my way.

No bugs to mess up my ear to ear grin, ever so wide and bright,
Even if the tunnel weren't lit, it I could brighten with smiling light.

Oh sing dear heart, with all your might, I'll join in with voice so clear,
In Heaven, heart-song, matched with voice, is a beauty to the ear.

My lips do utter a happy laugh, as it passes them, filling the pure air,
About an old, old, song I heard, from the war about 'wing and prayer.'

I'm coming home, I'm coming in, to see my Lord Jesus on wing and prayer,
I feel so light and happy, wondering what to say, and I'm almost there.

Dear Holy Spirit, I know your there, sing out as loud as you can cry,
Make my words to Jesus Christ, be perfect, to put a sparkle in His eye.

Ahead there be a bright lit place, that dazzled my crying eyes,
Hard to see, what's going on, with emotion that fills the skies.

As quickly as I had woke-up, I stood on His Hallowed Ground,
Before a Bejeweled Golden Gate, with no wall that could surround,

Feeling very awkward, I know the Gate, I cannot walk around,
Nor can the gate be opened, though no lock on it be found.

Surprised am I, no one be there, with such beauty dazzles the eye,
Beyond the gate, some how, some way, scene beyond compare, does lie.

I see a stone bench near, beside the Gate, a perfect place to pray and sigh,
As my knees keep wanting to kiss the ground, heart prayer demands to fly.

Time, some time, however long did pass, if my mind truly understood,
My brain was getting used to this, no passing time, in a world so good.

I felt an urgent need to pray, a prayer, seen but never heard,
The Gate began to open, as I prayed my silent heart-felt word.

The prayer I didn't utter, proved words more beautiful to see,
Than any I had ever heard, and they came from lowly me.

In prayer, I stood upon my feet, followed my words through Golden gate,
Staying as close as I could get, focusing on the route my words did take.

I suddenly did notice, I was beyond the portal of the Gate,
Closed softly there behind me, to leave now be too late.

I noticed things about myself, that I had never known to be,
Stepping through accomplished a perfect cleansing of my me.

Outside the Gate I glimpsed a pile of ugly things on the ground,
But flame erupted from the grass, and the ugly it did surround.

Then I saw an Angel standing, next to where the ugliness had been of late,
He bent, and lifted up something, and walked through the Golden Gate.

He looked at me, with sparkling eyes, bright smile shining in His eye and lip,
Reaching out, lay hand upon my shoulder, and lightly brushed away a chip.

A chip of sin, that had made it through the Gate, waiting for this One,
To do the final cleansing, in a Loving way, only coming from the SON.

My Joy was Over-whelming, my eyes desperately wanted to cry,
The touch of His hand on shoulder, promised tears no more from eye.

This Angel, not, it was my Lord, my Jesus, standing there,
True understanding sank in, with me his Heaven, He would share.

Left hand grasped item retrieved from flame, the pure Treasure He had found,
Looking down to my surprise, with love and Grace, my bowed head He crowned.

My heart did urge that I should ask, my Jesus, in front of me,
What happened to His Rapture, did I die, or be the only one set free?

He look into my wondering eyes, smile faded, warning signs flashed red,
I knew that He would not speak, as loud noises filled my head.

The sound seemed so familiar, and Jesus suddenly was gone,
Twas then I realized as I was woke up, from dream no longer on.

I didn't have to try to cry, the tears did fall like rain,
Though dream it be, I then knew, I'd never more feel pain.

So, now you have the story, about my dream trip of going Home,
And how I feel my eternity starts, changes made be His alone.

AMEN

To one and all, I truly say,
Happy New Year, and a day.

[Navyblue]

Dueling Bibles
By Arley Steinhour 123110

Twas a bright, golden day, as the folk gathered there,
To witness a sight to behold;
Satan had challenged Christians, young and the old,
Argue, Word of God, rightly told, and bold.

The stage was all covered with lights, banners, and flags,
Chairs on the stage, were only but two;
Not One Christian has yet to respond to his challenge,
Can’t, won‘t, compete, like me and like you.

A blood Red, time-clock on front of the stage,
Ticking the last minutes meted,
Much of the crowd, had packed up and left,
Consensus was ‘Man be defeated.’

Satan was glowing, so sassy and Red,
The color he shows, when he wins races;
When, up to the stage, stepping soft and slow,
A man and a woman, with bags on their faces,

Satan did Roar, heinous Laugh, and much more,
Deception, a thing he loved to do;
Without much fan-fare, they waved warm to the crowd,
Sat down in the two fancy chairs.

With exaggerated behavior, Satan bent to look at the clock,
The minute hand still showed, minutes, Two;
‘To keep contestants from cheating, as they take their beating,
All faces must show,’ Satan said, ‘meaning ‘you.’

The crowd that was left, gave a cry back at Satan,
‘Does it matter, as long as they are there?’
“Satan made the challenge, so he sets the rules,”
Came the answer, from Judges, quite fair.

Satan ecstatic, beaming grin getting wider, cried:
‘This nice couple are meeting their doom;’
Intimidation is most of Satan’s winning form,
Plus, Bible knowledge, that would fill a room.

Slowly, so slowly, they reached up and lifted,
To show who they truly be;
Explosive, don’t describe it, as Satan collapsed,
Screaming as he fell to his knee:

“Book, Chapter Verse; please call me a Hearse,
Against them, I’m quite slow and wimpy,
I can hum along, but I can’t sing the ‘song,’
As Fast or True, as Jack and Rexella Van Impe.”

Smiling: AMEN

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On another Christian Forum the question was offered as to 'if the Flood that Noah was adrift in, for a year, was a Regional, or world-wide Flood, comparing Bible with scientific thought. My response was this:

I find it interesting that 'we' of modern scientific ilk, must try so hard to tell God He does err. Anyone who has lived in Outer Space, or deep within the oceans of God's planet, I do believe, gain a much deeper appreciation of how brilliantly He constructed things we cannot imagine, even when we see with our own eyes.

Just made this up:

God Think vs man think
by Arley Steinhour 010311

Outer Space, Inner Space, where one's heart to God, gets close,
knowing death can be a tick away, from becoming eternal ghost.

Pressure nil, pressure great, felt on the body can make one be 'of late,'
God must be near, and we never fear, with His blessing 'on our plate.'

God's word says we are out of time, little left to make our choice,
yet no one understands we must accept Him, with our convicted voice.

Some cry about elements running out, like oil, and gold and such,
not realizing that our God, 'made' this world, knowing 'just' how much.

So, cry and wail, nay-sayer's, you have little time to cry,
Not turning heart to Jesus, Second Death, you then must die.

So, raise your arms to Jesus, cry out with all your heart,
Accept Him as your Savior, and 'In-Him,' beg to be 'A Part.'

AMEN

World-Wide Flood, or Local-Flood?? Actually, a Local Flood would be much harder to control than a World-Wide Flood, as no constraints need be authored, like how big the glass, or pitcher need be, to hold all that water. (Bad joke, but mine anyway).

[Navyblue]

Come together, holding hands, open up the heart to him,
And see how many Angels join in, even His Serafim.

(Encore, slightly modified)
Oh, I do love it when Praise music comes from my heart with words
that make sense to me. Try this one. The words came to me when I
clicked the fwd key, after reading Wilma's forward to me. I hope it
sets on your praise lips as well as it does mine.

Sing it to the tune Coke put out "It's the Re..al Thing," (remember?)
'I want to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony........etc.'

Sing, Swear, Drink, Steal, and Lie
Words by Arley Steinhour 072808

We'd like to teach the world to SING, in perfect harmony,
All of us of one accord, one big family.
We'd like to teach the world to SWEAR, to be in Love with you.
We'd DRINK in every word You spoke, and LIE down full, and true.

We'd STEAL a moment every day, SWEAR to your love anew,
We'd LIE down at Your feet and pray, to do the will of you.
We're the re......al thing, when we surrender to You.
We're the re......al thing, when we're born anew.

We'd like to STEAL your Love so True, but you give it away.
You teach us all to DRINK, AND LIE, and SWEAR in your pure way.
How can one DRINK STEAL, SWEAR, and LIE,
and be in sync with you?
We read the words offered below
to fill our hearts with you.
We're the re...al thing, when we surrender to you.
We're the re...al thing, when we're born anew.

*So, add a stanza to this song, of praise to Christ the Lord,
*And feel the joy of adding on, take up his royal sword.
*We're the re...al thing, when we surrender to Him.
*We're the re...al thing, when we're born again.

(OK, I quit. Tag, you're all 'IT') If not done before, Repent, now,
and let your heart truly learn how to sing to Him.

[Navyblue]

Under the Weather Sharing
By Arley Steinhour 011111

Seven days the fight went on, today I’m back to free,
Satan fought you every way he could it seems, through me.

If I were worth his effort, Job test would he have made of me,
Surviving, I have my eyes and heart re-focused, only You I see.

From my last two weeks experience, think I could write a book,
Scary to just think of it, much less write, or take a serious look.

Suffice it, Lord, your light held true, and Satan has failed again,
To take my focus from you, to reduce you, as my God, my Friend.

My prayer life is not moments, where I intently focus on you,
I try to wrap you up with me, in all I think, say, and do.

I wrap you all around my heart, the softest part of me,
As that is where you do reside, making me part of your family.

I end the day, each day I live, in this troubled mortality,
With focus on You, my thought, word, and deed, in every thing I be.

I sleep with you, still in my heart, my mind don’t hear but you,
Your Holy word does ply my mind, to know you through and through.

Subliminal, they call it, I just call it my dream time with You,
Ear-phones on, I’m just with You, till morning does break through.

Most every night, I do awake, to the darkness I am in,
Calmed however, by your words, my consciousness stays thin.

Sometimes I lay there pondering, why did I wake, at this time,
Your words I hear, mean so much to me, be it prophetic sign?

But you know, and tell the answer, whenever I start to ponder,
Sleep, now, dear son, and learn it all, and then I'll sound my thunder.

I used to sleep six hours max, with much mortal work to do,
Now I ’sleep,’ for eight or ten, nothing keeps my heart from you.

I wake up when I wake up, with a prayer, and silly grin,
I can’t describe in mortal words, the wondrous mood I’m in.

Top of the Morning, I cry to you, with tears of joy in each eye,
First thing from my lips must be, Glory to Your Name, or cry.

Once I sing my praise to you, and squirm the kinks from my poor back,
I beg you bless my part of each day, be part of your day, my focus doesn't lack.

So many people, places and things, that sorely demand your attention,
Concerns me that I take up your time, from a world so full of dissention.

The chuckle I feel I get from you, is music to my ear,
You always have the time for me, regarding me so dear.

I try to spend an hour, plus, just sharing my dreams with you,
Dreams of every kind I have, with night-dreams, many too.

Dreams that come from things I see, or words I read or hear,
Could, if I had skill to voice, bring heaven to us, right here.

Then, up, up, and, away I go, in You, joyous seeking what’s in store today,
Food to eat, words to speak, thoughts to think, and to do: bills to pay.

Pondering, my chores, one or two, allows blessed time, at my PC,
Need blessing in all things, thought, said, and done, by You, not me.

The next thing that I realize, sun has set on another glorious today,
You navigated, my ship called life, wind strong, calm sea, Your way.

I share this Praise to you, wishing any who will hear this fervent prayer,
Hears not brag, but they too know, you are always THERE.

And it was Evening, and Morning, another Day. AMEN

PS: How do I remove pictures from managment box, so I can use more, now I have used my 1M quota????Help

[Navyblue]

On the wings of a LUve-DUve, you may save another, to have Eternity with JesUs and you, their sister or brother. Note picture: LUve-DUve, behind enemy lines, in full Camouflage.

A beautiful sister, in the Panhandle of Nebraska, sent me this wonderful poem/e-mail. For lack of a Lofty description, may I say, 'I jUst Love It.'
So withoUt AdeU, I wanted to sent it to U, so U coUld Love it tUU. (spelling error mine. some literary license taken):

THE 'U' IN JESUS
Author 'U'nknown

Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God stuck U in the name of His Son..

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true,
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U..

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; for no other reason, He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand,
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
And this word resUrrection is spelled with U.

When JesUs left earth in His Upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He yet had to mention.

"Go into the world, and tell them it's trUe
I love them all - Just like I love U."

People live without Jesus, like once did U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know,

But that all starts with U.
Will YOU pass it on?

Then, Copy and Paste this to an e-mail 'LUve-DUve,'
And watch all the blessings, that comes from above.
Tag, you're IT, So TrUe, it's Up to U. AMEN

(Special Note):
Fellow, Americans, Lend me your ears. None of the 'Dove' photo's I have would work, but the Eagle works fine.. hmmm. Ponder the Eagle as God's true Love-Dove, and see if you see what I see, supposing I see what you see, in what I see.
(Gotta quit, I'm getting 'SEE' sick.) AMEN … (^8

[Navyblue]

The Time is Ripe
By Arley Steinhour 011211

It is time for this old ’Blue nose,’ to snuggle warmly into bed,
But first I feel I need to write down, what’s inside my head.

What’s in my head is in my heart, demanding to be logged,
About the concern that I have, where society has jogged.

There was a time when Sunday morn, you couldn’t find a soul,
Unless you walked through open doors, where bells on Sundays toll.

It wasn’t really long ago, that Jesus loved children, we surely knew.
The older folks were full in charge, a swat returned attention back to you.

After Church, the swimming pit, or sled ride down a hill we knew,
A special treat was cowboy matinee, and see Cartoon, or two.

Our lives revolved around growing up, God and Country, to be true,
But, some where in life’s shuffle, we lost faithful sight of you.

Today, we know you’re coming soon, riding on a big white horse,
With blood-stained robe, and shiny sword, for retribution, or worse.

There are so many faithful, who love you through and through,
But there are just as many, who would kill all belief in you.

Your prophecy does tell us, Tribulation takes seven year,
With first half not too bad, but second filled with death and fear.

Some folk feel that you did say, the Believer won’t be tested,
After Rapture, those becoming your’s, at least will be arrested.

The end of Tribulation, will find at Armageddon’s end,
Every soul who takes Beast ‘mark,’ ner ere be Jesus’ friend.

Ten Centuries, you’ll rule on earth, over those of Tribulation who survive,
Millennium starts with peace on earth, with less than one in four alive.

A Thousand years, of near no death, population sure does soar,
But, after the thousand, Satan’s released, and raises troops for war.

Harmony, of character, and peaceful living, bothers many of mortality,
By droves they turn to Satan, who offers great fun and games for free.

All of those who turn from you, condemns self to where they go,
Eternal torment in the lake of fire, sharing equal in Satan’s woe.

So, those of us, who be part of you, must search both high and low,
For any person hopefully seeking, Redemptive Salvation, to know.

Each one of us is part of you, the Bride-groom, we be Bride,
That you Snatch away, when Father says, ‘Go bring them all inside.’

So, now we need be Watching, lamp filled and trimmed to see,
Our Bridegroom as You approach, with everyone, as ready, as me.

AMEN