The price was paid, that fate-filled day, to keep your soul from Hell, but only if you drink 'Living Water,' and Christ Jesus 'IS' the only Well.
Change of Moods
By Arley Steinhour 090611 (mod 090616
I hate to author, on the Times,
That's looking like a nightmare,
Even if my words ring like rhymes,
There's so little in which to compare.
People killing people,
Nations in Total Demise,
Sharia, expecting to Win,
Without any Compromise.
Israel's hated far, far, worse,
Than Hitler's Antisemitism,
Standing naked, to the world,
On one side of the Chasm.
Proud, of neck, it can't Fail,
As we all can see,
God still loves Israel,
And He will keep her Free.
Satan knows, his time is short,
About Seven years to go,
Before Jesus holds His Court,
And locks him Far Below.
For Seven years, Satan Plays,
Before Jesus Returns to earth,
Then, Peace and 'Good Will Days,'
Will Glorify His Mortal Birth.
My tears are drying,
From this weary heart,
His Kingdom soon be Plying,
Salve to every wounded Part.
Chase not the lusts of Satan's lies,
Chase Christ, our God and King,
In Hell, the Angels, who fell from skies,
With Jesus, we Dance and Sing.
My sadness, now, has passed away,
My Joy returns, Sun-Shine Bright,
Pains subside, with Jesus' Sway,
Eternal day reigns, with no more Night.