Angelic voice, and Trumpet blare,
Will call us Home, to Jesus,
Eternity, with Him, we share,
His Love, completely, Frees Us.
Blues Fulfilling Joy
By Arley Steinhour 110712
For many days, and dollars,
They vied for Presidential vote,
Be it Black Tie, or open collars,
Tried to show, the 'load' they'd tote.
All that is past, this morning,
My hopes get buried soon,
Obama's win, deserves a stoning,
Reported cheating, and intimidating goon.
However, the Constitution,
And the way I've lived my life,
Still has Jesus, finishing construction,
Coming soon, to snatch His Wife.
Yesterday is over, Obama won again,
As leader of this, and other Nations,
With sidebar, of wife and children's gain,
Michelle gets new lease on vacations.
The Morning, after the Day-Before,
Brings panicked solace to my heart,
The nightmare, Obama, has four more,
For destruction to do it's deadly part.
'We the People,' are on slippery slopes,
Without traction, on well oiled feet,
What we've done, calls us 'Rope-a-Dopes,'
Restraintless, Obama completes national Defeat.
Turn your heart, to Jesus' Salvation,
Before He comes, with Trumpet-pale,
To take us to His Heavenly Nation,
When 'Left Behind,' gnash teeth, and wail.
If this story plays to Prophecy,
There's no time you should delay,
Don't let your Mansion be lost at sea,
For lack of Repentance, you didn't pay.