Change of Moods

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.

By Arley Steinhour 090611

I hate to author poems, about the times,

Looking like a nightmare, even if it rhymes.

People killing people, Nations in demise,

Sharia law expects to win, without compromise.

Israel hated far worse, than Hitler's Anti-Semitism,

Standing naked, to the world, on one side of the chasm.

Proud, and stiff necked, 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 places him in chains, and locks him far below.

Tribulation Seven plays, before Jesus comes back to earth,

Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men, nothing like His Birth.

The tears are drying, from my heart,

With future Kingdom on its way,

Those left behind will play their part,

Unto Eternal Day

Chase not the lusts of Satan's lies,

Chase Christ, our God and King,

Hell holds Angels, who fell from the skies,

With Jesus, we will dance and sing.

My sadness, now, has passed away,

My Joy returns as Sun-shine bright,

Mortal pain subsides, in Jesus' Sway,

Eternal day reigns, with no more Night.

AMEN