Hear Ye Hear Ye

There is a highway, that I know,
It's extra wide, so most all can go,
Easy the trip, when with the flow,
Time, yet, to return; 'In God grow.'

Hear Ye Hear Ye
By Arley Steinhour 090712

Listen close, and you may hear,
A funny sound, buzz in your ear,
Of trumpets, giving heartfelt cheer,
Volume tells us, they're almost here.

Many people, say, 'that's not it,
I'll ignore, and here I'll sit,
I don't believe the lie, one bit;'
Not knowing, they're in Satan's mitt.

Many, soon, may make that blunder,
Thinking, sky is offering thunder,
Missing Rapture, as they sit and wonder,
When War, and Famine put them 'under.'

Seven years, Hell on Earth, they face,
Of hiding spot, there is no place,
Morsels of food, they ever chase,
Only remnant left, of Human Race.

Funny thing, about God's Wrath,
Reserved for 'curser's,' of His path,
Seeking death, can't do the math,
Few left to judge, No cleansing Bath.

Great delusion, much like fog,
Rational, much like a log,
Howling and crying, like a dog,
Clouds the mind, a total Bog.

So, while you can, change your fate,
Turn heart to God, before too late,
In Jesus Christ, Sins all dissipate,
Salvation yours; Don't be 'Lake-Bait.'

AMEN