Mat 24:7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places.
I wrote this poem nineteen months ago, but feel it needs an airing again, considering out world situation. Food for Ponder:
Our time God's Time
By Arley Steinhour 060809
We make a wish, then wait and snort,
we want our answer in time so short.
We, huff and puff, and much complain,
but God just smiles, till all is plain.
His action comes, when we give up,
Through his act, He fills our cup.
So make a wish, and then sit back,
God will fulfill what ere we lack.
Zechariah waited, over fifty years,
and John the Baptizer dried his tears.
Abraham's age, was one-O-five,
when Isaac's birth, made him feel alive.
God works in such mysterious ways,
for you it's years, for Him just days.
So make request, and then sit back,
God works the answer, He's not slack.
Your sisters, brothers, are here for you,
to love, to cry, or just wait with you.
So Love your God, through Jesus True,
He's so close, right there be-side you.
I pray you like my ditty, I wrote it just for you,
So you will know my heart is there, and Jesus Christ is too.
May your mortality be blessed, just as you bless others,
Here, and other places, blessing all, sisters and brothers.
We enter the time of Prophecy, when times will seem quite dark,
With all our other Christians, we will still out-sing the Lark.