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Old Mans ConfessionPosted Thursday, December 15, 2011, at 11:37 PM
What breath I have left, let it sound the shofar, to alert my dear God, I am True, Without a blemish, through His Holy Blood, with enough left over for you.
By Arley Steinhour 121511
I am well, as He determines I be,
with my penchant of feeling sorry for me,
My body is tired, and my heart skips a few,
but that's normal when I think of you.
Remember my love on this Christmas season,
Keep it surrounding all of you, with His love,
I am so looking forward to graduation,
I'm constantly looking for Him, up above.
There is little, I have, for this mortality,
My body has run out of miles, of late
So, please don't expect me to make you see,
I can't die, but can, only, graduate.
I was of the deep understanding,
That the Rapture would take me away,
Perhaps that was me just grandstanding,
And, He's scheduled me for an earlier day.
What-ever His Will, it be Done,
Tribulation stands clear, soon to be,
For I am his son, only one,
When this world is upside down, yessiree.
Please tell you Mom, that I love her,
I never stopped, through all that time,
I now need to focus on His cover,
Any day, for me, would be fine.
Don't know where I missed, on my calling,
Perhaps I was blinder than thought,
Like a tree in the forest, that's falling,
There's silence if a hearer is naught.
Only God knows, if I'm His, or a Tare,
He'll let me know, when I'm Home,
At Bema Judgment I'll be standing there,
Do I fly, or be sent to Satan's home.
Some say I am lost if in doubt,
Some say, only He knows the score,
I only know, that I'd like to shout,
As He signals me 'Right,' to His door.
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