The sign that all be perfect,
New Jerusalem settling in,
Fourteen Hundred miles of aspect,
We'll know that God did WIN.
Eternal the Choice
By Arley Steinhour 063012
I went to sleep, late last night,
Heart filled with love and joy,
Age Seventy-three, but without plight,
I am still God's little boy.
Aging tries to steal one's youth,
Through aching, quaking bone,
But, in your word, be total truth,
We, 'In-You,' never stand alone.
I see You, when I look up or down,
Your Panorama, left and right,
On stormy days, I still can't frown,
You're refreshing earth with Your Might.
The Sun, You lit, to rule the day,
Stands proudly, in Your sky,
Ever so brightly, it's easy to say,
'God's showing off, the Apple of His eye.'
So many globes, in deep, outer-space,
Devoid of life, or myriad color,
None, can compare, to Your 'Human Race,'
With power of choice, to love, or choler.
With all this wondrous beauty I see,
Mortal life spans a very short time,
Aged, at Seventy, or Eighty, maybe,
Choices prove Eternal clime.
Our 'Sin-filled life' is full redeemed,
If we 'choose,' to seek Your Grace,
Of Blessings perfect, no man has dreamed,
With no work or proving, we'll see Your Face.