Feathers ruffled, many tattered,
In this thing called Freedom's Fight,
The Free stay torn and badly battered,
Unless we Repent, to see the Light.
Lament unto Reward
By Arley Steinhour 081012
I think the Eagle flew Away,
Perhaps to 'fly' another Day,
Gone while order has no Sway,
Perhaps till most are old and Gray.
With tear filled eye, can't see to Tell,
The Eagle might fly straight to Hell,
To greet the people who lived in a Shell,
And, drink from Satan's polluted Well.
We may not return, to the Days of Glory,
Not mentioned in, the End Times Story,
Free-men gone, World quite Hoary,
No part in Jesus' Kingdom Glory.
Look around, remember Scene,
Nations dying, soon not Seen,
New leadership, Dictator, Mean,
Godless laws, with nothing Clean.
Harbingers of Doom, quite Clear,
Sing a Dirge, those who see and Hear,
Keep your focus, shed not a Tear,
Only in Jesus, we have no Fear.
The writing's written on the Wall,
Once ink has dried, then the Fall,
Until Rapture, we need still Call,
Should we not, Time still won't Stall.
Pray deeply, let Holy Spirit Speak,
Reach out to all, for sure the Weak,
Some will hear, Heart take a Peek,
Holy Spirit convicts, no longer Meek.
With assurance, we run the Race,
Daily witness, don't jog in Place,
Sound the call, to not lose Face,
Reward in Heaven, a Mansion Space.