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Under the Knife

Posted Monday, February 14, 2011, at 8:02 PM

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So many ways to Praise our God, but on the knees is best, but, just a quick word, or wink allows, Holy Spirit to say the rest.
Under the Knife

By Arley Steinhour 021411

The sky, icy-blue this morning, with light Cirrus up so high,

At Cirrus, and above I saw many 'Con-trails' streaking by.

From somewhere, there, they arive, looking forward to end of their flight,

Passing by us here, going there somewhere, a truly awesome sight.

With raspy, early morning voice, I sang my praise to God on high,

Driving, singing, enchanted, beautiful day, like driving to the sweet by and by.

Oh, What a Beautiful Morning, I sang as if God couldn't hear,

Praising His name, and all he made, good song sung, great cheer.

The sun was all lifted above eastern horizon, to shine full bodied today,

Temperatures rising, won't be surprising if I need coat warming, no way.

I happily drive to the city on the Platte, to see my Doctor this morning,

To have cutting done, removing aby-normal from skin, I've been ignoring.

Arriving, as usual, way before schedule, I rested, and waited on arriving,

My standard it seem, thirty minutes ahead, of Doctor my skin he be scanning.

The radio in, my trusty red Ford, played Christian radio, so well,

Keeps my mind busy, not in a tizzy, bout the prospect of going to Hell.

Alas, can't wait longer, I must enter the dungeon, of surgical knife I'd not rather,

But, to keep myself looking like a normal person, I daren't get into a lather.

The Doctor is nice, just as nice as the lady, that prepped me to go under the knife,

He's somewhat older, than the pretty young lady, but both be so full of life.

Zip, Snip, fourteen stitches, with my neck almost better than new,

I kidded the Doc, that my face-lift half done, right side, tears shed a few.

Once totally healed, and good as can be, my left side be younger than right,

I will reserve my right side for when I cry, folks then will expect it to look affright.

This wounded warrior, drove home all aglow, till I stopped at grocery for grub,

A kindly older lady, offered to help me safely fill the sack if she I didn't snub.

So sweet her offer, I must look kind of bad, with my O2, and bandage on face,

We conversated, a moment or three, as I thanked her and completed my food chase.

We chatted about life, and how God is so Good, with His Son Jesus, watching over His vine,

Praising, and laughing, we both felt much better, having taken the time to Praise and shine.

Home-ward bound, I know I had found yet another sister, in Jesus today,

I close this quite happy, my neck soon will heal, with happiness full on my tray.

AMEN


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Great poem, Arley! God Bless!

-- Posted by saveryhinze on Tue, Feb 15, 2011, at 10:47 AM

Ged well soon Arley!

-- Posted by Brian Hoag on Tue, Feb 15, 2011, at 5:44 AM


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