Kingdom Next at Bat

Couldn't find a Baseball player, wanting to join their team. But, then, I didn't look very far. (^8

By Arley Steinhour 110911

*Dear Father God, you are the Boss,

I have a Word Well dry as a bone,

Sitting here, no 'T's' to cross,

Please pick up the phone.

*Most of the time, when I type,

You and I, make one great team,

You provide the Words that Rhyme,

And I provide the finger steam.

*You help me when I'm praying,

You help me when I wail,

You help me when I'm straying,

You keep me on your narrow trail.

*The world is filled with trouble,

I know that you know why,

Most people run and stumble,

Too many fall and die.

*The time is almost over,

The sky is getting dark,

Can't find a field of clover,

Bright call gone from meadow lark.

*The sky is bright, with rockets flame,

Israel quickly gets the Blame,

Gangs of thugs, committing murder,

Of folks, with Jew or Christian name,

*The killers swear they're the victim,

From a people filled with hate,

Hate Freedom's Democratic system,

But, swear Sharia law is great.

*Right is wrong, and wrong is right,

is their Anti-Social attitudes,

Peace is out, they want to fight,

Justified, by insane platitudes.

*Come soon, Dear Lord, to close this time,

Let your Prophecy control the days,

Knowing that all will soon be fine,

When Jesus starts His Kingdom Ways.

AMEN