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Worry Hope Praise BirthPosted Sunday, December 18, 2011, at 3:23 PM
May we remove our hands, from our head-parts, and witness what is going on in our world, so I won't feel like I'm the only one, concerned about those still not of His fold.
By Arley Steinhour 121811
*I'm setting at my Bible Box, a. k. a, P. C,
Seeking the words, to speak my heart,
Thinking of a way to offer Praise to thee,
With this crazy world all torn apart.
*The melodies that the people sing,
The hatreds running wild and hot,
Silent Night, and Decking Halls, do ring,
There's war brewing, like coffee in a pot.
*The Birth of you, dear Jesus, Lord,
You are watching us from above,
We soon will see those of Satan's Hoard,
Spewing Hatred, and Death, not Love.
*In You, we find the strength and reason,
We celebrate your Manger Birth,
With Satan's spawn, causing Tribulation,
Your rescue, takes Sin from off this Earth.
Only your rescue can stop Sin on this Earth.
*Plows from swords, we have War no more,
All evil is completely locked away,
A Thousand year reign, from shore to shore,
You present to your faithful, the Eternal Day.
*Blessings beyond any man's wildest dream,
You lead us to green pasture, and still water,
We need that eternity, or so it would seem,
To take-in all you give, to son and daughter.
*Back from the promise, I speak now of today,
No matter the hazard, celebrating your birth,
Tribulation worries, set aside for short stay,
We Praise your Birth, for all we are worth.
*Merry Christmas, to all, Christmas Day, AMEN
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