PAINFUL TRUST

PS (last first, first last)
Today's the day the die is cast,
Court of Land, applied the thrust,
Worse than Scourging at the mast,
Constitution now be leaders 'pie-crust.'

What will they do with the pie-crust?
Why, fill it up with 'Green,'
Poor folk, soon, nothing more than dust,
As they build their Dictator machine.

PAINFUL TRUST
By Arley Steinhour 062812

My heart is bleeding, from the thrust,
Of the spear deep in my side,
Freedom, no longer a Republic must,
Gates to Slavery, now opened wide.

So long, as 'We the People' were,
In charge, of government sway,
Traitors only, treated like a 'cur,'
We all now can, America died today.

Oh, there's still some blood, and water,
Oozing slowly, from our wounded side,
To be cast away, as adulterous daughter,
Once they retrieve the nails, applied.

What value, now, our freedoms,
Founding Fathers put in place,
When corruption rules the 'leaders,'
And for shelter, we must race.

Dear, Father God, I call to you,
I know we've been a sin-filled mess,
Your chastisement, just, and true,
We deserve, much more, not less.

This country, formed upon your Laws,
We've polluted, through selfish acts,
Destroying children, without cause,
The Abortions leave bloody tracks.

The list of rotten things we've done,
Could destroy your 'Book of Life,'
You say, in Bible, 'Salvation Won,
In Messiah,' endure not 'Wrath,' as Wife.

Holy Ghost, restrains and allows,
Guiding all who belong to you,
Where Spirit goes, we follow like cows,
To reward, and home, as 'True.'

No matter what done, by fellow man,
Be they as wrong as they can be,
We no longer belong to their sleight of hand,
As full members of Your Family.

We need to keep our eyes on the skies,
Messiah returns for His Bride, as you planned,
With Angels, and Trumpets, Rapture applies,
In twinkle of eye, gone, 'no' sleight of hand.

AMEN