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Hopeful PraisePosted Monday, March 12, 2012, at 2:45 PM
I should own a Carousel, and offer folk a free ride, As much as I pray for Rapture, I might need run away and hide. Nah!
By Arley Steinhour 031212
Am I correct, or wrong, again,
Either way, I may need hide,
In my sleeve, is Ace to play,
'Jesus comes, to snatch His Bride.'
Many brothers and sisters, mine,
would shudder at the thought,
That anyone think they knew the time,
When believing, Bible says we cannot.
I can't say absolute, through a curtain,
There's two times that hint at the day,
Yom Teruah, is Trumpet filled for certain,
Pentecost screams, to 'Come Away.'
Yom Teruah, or Rosh Hashanah,
Determined by sighting Moon, so New,
No one knows that Day or Hour,
Perhaps, that 'saying' is our Clue.
Pentecost, Shavuot, also sneaky be,
Lonely Feast found only by 'Counting,'
When Holy Spirit christened, Christianity,
First half done, second yet to be?
What is the second, you might ask,
I'd be happy to oblige, for free,
It's 'End of Harvest,' time to bask,
Bridegroom 'Snatches' Bride, you and me?
Am I right, I cannot tell,
I hint at that possibility,
If I said 'He said,' I'd go to Hell,
False Prophet, is what I'd be.
With this, I praise our God on High,
Keeping Watch so I can Cry,
'I see Him coming, in the Sky,
Look up, and smile, it's time to Fly.'
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