Armed to the teeth, with God's Holy Word, Go forth to insure the World has Heard; each and every jot and tittle, so we can leave the cauldron Kettle.
Disciples Packing Gods Heat
By Arley Steinhour 051411
Father God, I come before you,
With query on my mind;
What lay before this mortal zoo,
Considering what's behind.
Unto the masses, faithful call,
Hoping that soon the people hear;
Voice ignored, frustrates us all,
When they seem to not have ear.
Book, Chapter, Verse, they do demand,
But only in their error filled book;
The Twisted words, are all 'Left Hand,'
No way to straighten out that 'Look.'
Attempts to check original texting,
Will raise up quite a clatter;
Greek and Hebrew they're rejecting,
Making lying words fit expectation flatter.
With energy, and strength from You,
We venture into hostile world;
Sadly, Disciples be but loyal few,
Targeting Great mountain, yet unfurled.
So, bless us, guide us, teach us,
May we carry your precious Word;
To anyone who will listen, thus,
Until every Soul, your Word, has heard.