He that watches over this Watcher, also Watches over you, Look to the sky, and praise His name, His Love is Oh So True.
Sneaky Help from God
By Arley Steinhour 051811
I like the words of Praise you give me, I really, truly, do,
Without prompting, Praise comes to mind, as if out of the blue.
My heart needs-be focused, on Praising You and only You,
Words then fill my heart, so plentifully, expressing Love so True.
Some days, I may just sit here, with a blank look on my face,
A look that is so empty, there be room for stars, from Space.
But that won't make me worthy, Stars have their own abode,
My empty look is still quite full, since 'Nothing,' is a heavy load.
The 'fuller-up' my heart is, the lighter be my 'empty' weight,
Overflowing, so much better, to share your Love, I cannot wait.
Beyond the door, called mortal death, I'll step with sparkling eyes,
Graduating, to stand before You, to never more hear mortal lies.
Evil that might still be in me, for that Eternal life I start,
Will melt away, as I pass through, the Flaming judgment on my heart.
So, keep the Praises coming, Lord, as you know the words you like,
I'll just be a loving mouth-piece, knowing Home-Run, never Strike.
I tried to put this together, as I sneaked words behind your back,
But you sneaked in and fixed it, keeping my Love and Praise on track.