The poem ain't a Trojan Horse, exactly, but I fear Mr. Camping may well be wrong, so don't go out and give away, every thing of which to you does now belong. You will need your stuff, I believe, Sunday.
Rapture May Twenty One
By Arley Steinhour 052011
Sunday is a day, I fear, when Christianity, suffers haunt,
Saturday's for-sure Rapture, News men, and women, taunt;
The Rapture date has come and gone, with no people gone,
Other than normal demise, you all have been a pawn.
I could be wrong, and if I am, please have a laugh on me,
I won't be here to hear the taunts, I'll be with my family.
There is no way to say for sure, until the event be,
Jesus comes to 'Snatch-away,' for His Royal Family.
Saturday, May twenty-one, people will be watching,
Do we fly, or false prophecy die, for much later debating.
Sadly, for those who study hard, will then become a pawn,
Reputations in derision, respect and trust be gone.
The taunting and the nasty words, will denigrate the faithful,
If no one comes to beat us up, I guess we must be grateful.
The End of Days is coming, and now no one will early know,
Anyone studying Prophecy, will have no one left to show.
Months and Months will need to pass, before things settle down,
By then, perhaps the Snatching is done, as we least expect a crown.
So Keep the Watch for Jesus, as He soon will yet be sighted,
Never take your eyes off Him, or the path of which He's lighted.
Mankind loves to make mistakes, and muddle up the show,
Satan loves to accuse us all, when the end he doesn't know.
Mr. Camping may have made a dent, in Jesus' retrieval of the Bride
If he figured close enough, to force plan 'B,' that Jesus did hide .