No matter, what the error,
No matter, the wrong choice,
The matter, you're His forever,
In His Grace, Repent, Rejoice.
By Arley Steinhour 102112
Dear Stacy, Don't be disappointed,
Walking from, man-made 'anointed,'
You made a bad choice, in O-eight,
But you woke up, before too late.
The youth of this last Generation,
Don't know their words are an Abomination,
When all is done, and Judgment reins,
Their nastiness turns to Torment pains.
Stand tall, and proud, in this path you chose,
Of the choices, Mitt's not a Bomb-fuse,
In the books, where God records our history,
Your book of life name, won't be a mystery.
Welcome back to 'Sanity.' A M E N