>>> 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. <<<
Worry Hope Praise Birth
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, 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,
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