Jot and Tittle stanzas,
Refusing to mature,
Into poetic bonanzas,
Together, make Jot and Tittle cure.
Jot and Tittle
By Arley Steinhour 062712
Today, I sound the Shofar,
At least I'm going to try,
To Jew and Christian, near and far,
Tribulation's about to fly.
The problem is not easy,
The problem is not small,
The Beast comes on so cheesy,
You'd not suspect, at all.
Jew and Arab standing, face to face,
One, always trying to get along,
Second way to end the hated race,
Other, hears a 'Fight Bell' gong,
They claim, to own the same place,
Jewish God, takes part in fight,
Other side gone, without a trace;
War ends, almost over-night.
We must walk, so very softly,
Choosing, the where we go,
Be it Broadway, or Brothel alley,
God is watching our mortal show.
Spirit filled, we offer Your blessing,
To every person that lets us share,
They need not be second guessing,
To know for them, You truly care.