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Roses at Your FeetPosted Wednesday, May 16, 2012, at 12:34 PM
Treasure Saved for each Witness done, No blood upon our head, Our mortal days finished, the race is won, Never-more a Thorny Bed.
By Arley Steinhour 051612
(this 39th day of Omer, Lyyar 24, 5772)
We place all Prayer-Roses, at your feet,
So many shrug their shoulders, walk away,
Somehow you knew, exactly, Last-Day's Ending,
What's left to do is 'Tribulation Sorting,'
We don't exactly know the 'Day, or Hour,'
'Look up, and Pray, Redemption's at the door,'
Each time we try to witness, to save your Life,
Once the 'Church' is lifted, to Eternal life,
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