God, won't need to call on Samson,
We bring our own structure down,
Cursing Israel, affronts Father and Son,
Not one, in the world, will frown.
Plea for Sanity
By Arley Steinhour 090412
The times, too serious, to joke,
Needing balance, of life-giving part,
Like laying an egg, without yolk,
A body can't live, without a heart.
It seems Politically, official,
Israel, now stands alone,
Leaders think that they are special,
Won't speak truth, or cut to bone.
they make statements without anchor,
With escape routes by the score,
Should people react with rancor,
Leaders say, they meant much less, or more.
We're selling out a God-True Ally,
Because they won't play by our rules,
Take away, rockets, and planes that fly,
Tell them, defend with rocks, for tools.
Yes, I know that I do overstate,
Half of this, my claim, may be wrong,
We must repent, before too late,
Or, God will sing His Wrath-filled song.
The people of this Republic Nation,
About eighty percent, I think,
Call ourselves to be truly Christian,
Need speak out, or it's the garbage sink.
'They, blessing Israel, are blessed,'
'They, cursing are soundly cursed,'
Withdrawal as ally, cursed at best,
Arms against her, just call a hearse.
No one knows God's anger level,
Until, He writes upon a Wall,
No time then for hair to dishevel,
We will hear God's Gray Pallor Call.
Repent, your any-complicity,
Pray, our leaders change his mind,
Or, we'll go down in History,
As the Nation, they couldn't find.