Tribulation is coming, like Witch on Broom,
Yet God's Ride for you, has plenty of room,
First, those departed, then us with a cheer,
Those, Left Behind, will have something to fear.
By Arley Steinhour 110412
Yeee-Haaa and AMEN, and I will tell you why,
Perhaps God heard our prayers, and U S may not die,
Get the Vote out, Witness long and strong,
God's Adoption, registered, "To Him, we Belong."
We may now see, if I be right,
Obama, like Thief, sneaky be in the night,
Invoke Executive orders, that he may 'Stay,'
Set aside Constitution, to continue his Sway.
From the news, perhaps, I now see,
What we had, may, never more be,
Once he tries to take Freedom away,
Day after that, Rebellion holds sway.
Election, now much like ten bowling-pins,
That may be in place, for Romney to win,
Obama's fall, may well, be on its way,
Tomorrow might be 'Tribulation Day.'
I make a lot of noise, in rhyme,
I seem to do it all the time,
The words just come, from 'can't remember,'
I type, as they fill my 'Echo-chamber.'
What value, a prophet, that works for free,
Who studies God's word, to see what I see,
I'm probably wrong, most all of the time,
That's OK, though, I offer Praise rhyme.
Be Right with Jesus, and don't be afraid,
The Sin Debt, you owed, is totally paid,
You need Repent, and give Jesus your heart,
Then, when Hell on Earth starts, you're sure to depart.