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Trumpet Thunder Calls the Harvest
By Arley Steinhour 041411
Lightening flashes, Thunder sounds, God is sounding off,
To wake us up, to where we are, lest anybody scoff.
Our place is in mortality, until He calls us home,
Doing nothing doesn't pay, no matter where we roam.
Through Faith, Belief in God on High, should fill our every day,
No matter where we are, or what we do, it need be in 'Christian way.'
The clouds are heavy, with His tears, as if He wants to say,
"I truly wish you'd wake up, and follow life, My Way."
But, most men yawn, by reaching out, as they change the channel,
Ignoring all they hear above, til studied by proper Corporate panel.
The tears come down, we call it rain, we cannot tell the difference,
One makes plants grow, Tears build impassible Separation-fence.
Peter couldn't stay awake, when Jesus was about to die,
Soon, He's Returns, and if asleep, we'll make God/Jesus cry.
We celebrate His 'Heinous Death,' and 'First Fruit Resurrection,'
That followed four angry days, of Priestly, Rude, Inspection.
Four, Sevens, after Resurrection, the Christian Church was Born,
Bride Purchase made, and paid in Blood, Free from God's Holy Scorn;
Two Thousand years, the Covenant, has not changed, from Forsworn,
Twas then, is now, our 'Mortal Stay,' His Blood keeps us Pure.
But, even with our Sin-filled problems, Jesus Loves us Totally,
And soon comes down, to take us Home, Of Sin, we then be Free.
There is a film, called 'Passion of Christ,' everyone should see,
It 'hints' at all the suffering, Jesus went through for you and me.
So, if you haven't done it yet, please turn your heart to Him,
Join the group called Family, Blood Pure, on 'Right Side,' you Win.