I presume to pray for all,
Even those who've closed their heart,
Time is short till Heaven's call,
Choice of Torment, or His Family, a part.
ON BEHALF of All
By Arley Steinhour 061012
Dear, Father God,
We don't know when you will return,
When you decide, many may only stare,
'Last Call, Repent now, or else Burn,'
What crosses your lips, fills the air.
I marvel at your Glory,
I marvel at your Grace,
I marvel at your Son's Story,
Redeeming the Human race.
Jesus gave new Covenant order,
To show that we've been saved,
'Show our love for one-another,
In Him, Free, as His enslaved.'
Those who worship Satan,
Believe, Christian Faith must die,
Thinking they're the godly nation,
Satan's convinced them of his lie.
He/You said, 'don't hate enemy,
But, pray their blindness gone,
Show them our love, given free,
They may see that they are wrong.'
Those of the highest order,
In Heaven, where you Rule,
Be Martyrs standing at your Alter,
To Return with you, and also rule.
You knew the ending from the start,
Each day's events, down to hour,
All involved need keep open the heart,
When you say 'Go,' we'll have the power.
Every soul conceived by man,
Has Eternal part to play,
Royal status in your Family plan,
Or, Lake of Fire Torment, sad-to-say.