DAYS of PRAISE

Praying for this world of ours, is all that we can do, Before the insanity is complete, and this Era through.

By Arley Steinhour 111111

Where is the Praise,

I love to raise,

It fills my heart and head.

The only time,

I cannot rhyme,

Is when asleep in bed.

My Praise to God,

Is much like that,

Audio Bible plays all night,

Praise and Prayer,

Always there,

With Him I have no plight.

The word AMEN,

means only then,

I'm loading up a Praise,

If I were a Trumpet,

and not a crumpet,

My Praise the roof would raise.

Faith song so strong,

It wouldn't be long,

I'd be quite a sight.

Trumpets blazing,

I'd be Raising,

Reward for choosing His right.

Up, Up, and away,

That Fate filled day,

My Savior looking my way.

With Trumpets Blazing,

We'll all be Praising,

Where it's always light of day.

AMEN