The End Before Beginning
The End Before Beginning
By Arley Steinhour 022511 (Ed. 022518
I sit here at my PC, in this year two thousand, eleven,
Thinking about many things, but especially about Heaven.
I wonder why, sometime I do, why do I think of Heaven,
The only answer that comes up is my age, and Tribulation Seven.
My problem with the age I have, is less and less a worry,
I'm moving slower and thinking slower, never in a hurry.
The Doctor says I'm doing fine, for a person of such antiquity,
I look at him in horror, and explain I'm only Thirty-three.
Those who know me, know I joke, I am an High mile Seven-two,
Don't chuckle there you old folks, but for age, you'd be Twenty-two.
Age is what you make of it, so I'm really doing fine,
Active in my faith to you, and praising you all the time.
The other thought weighs much, more, horrifying at best,
I know I'll be Raptured, while unbelievers endure the Test.
Tribulation's last three and a half, are a total Hell on Earth,
That Last half is so scary, people refuse to allow child birth.
Satan has his hay-day, trying his best, to steal Those left,
Not because he loves them, but only to make you, God, bereft.
We know it has to happen, since you Prophesied it to be,
Knowing the End from Beginning, makes it easy for you to see.
We don't know why it's necessary, other than to purge Dross away,
As, only those who turn hearts to you, will be shown the way.
So here I am, a 'Watchman,' witnessing to those I can,
Turning their hearts to you, so you can lead them by the hand.
Bless us, Father, one and all, in every thought, word, and deed,
So we show Holy Spirit to see, when we plant your Seed,
YOUR LOVE.
AMEN
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