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Morning AnxietyPosted Friday, December 9, 2011, at 10:52 AM
Blood Moon, 121011, Some folk see, and some folk don't. Sign of time, just might be, Some know the times, some won't. Tomorrows Good-morning, today.
By Arley Steinhour 120911
I rise up every morning,
Anxious to be with you,
To search for your forewarning,
Of Prophetic things you do.
Awake without alarm clock,
All things be in your hands,
I have no worry, nor ship to dock,
As you work your perfect Plans.
Some days, the sun is shining bright,
Some mornings, cloud covers all,
Still, what I see, is quite a sight,
Be it Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall.
We celebrate your lowly birth,
Redemptive blessings, you did bring,
You Tabernacled, here on Earth,
That as your family, we may take wing.
Emmanuel, God on Earth,
Only path to Eternal Bliss,
Follow Jesus, for all we're worth,
Receive Blessings, Blind men cannot miss.
We celebrate, with Praise, your Birth,
In December, every year,
With extra celebration mirth,
Sometimes forgetting you were even here.
You come again, so very soon,
To do best, what you do,
Be the King of all you own,
With those who love you true.
Until that Time, we stumble on,
Celebrating, be it right or wrong,
Until the Gentile days are done,
And we all, can sing a worthy Song.
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