When Jesus walked with mortal man,
To save, He'd lift them by their hand,
Today, Disciples witness, as best we can,
Unsaved, need to: 'Accept God's wedding band.'
Rope a Dope
By Arley Steinhour 111412
the Sun has set upon the Day,
A new day, now is born,
Through the night, in dreams we pray,
Awaiting Gabriel's horn.
That horn will sound across the land,
To let all know you're here,
To place on hand your Wedding Band,
To Snatch the Bride, so Dear.
It's taken twenty centuries,
For Father to let the Trumpet Sound,
Your Bride has had her fantasies,
Right Snatching time wasn't found.
Generations, of mortality,
Twisted how you'd have Bride be,
Like, out of season Fig tree,
Good fruit was not to be.
You knew, from the beginning,
That problems would arise,
Wheat and Tare, needed thinning,
For you, the wait was no surprise.
At last, the time is almost here,
When, like a thief, you do appear,
The insane thoughts of man, I fear,
Requires you Snatch your Bride from here.
Most of mankind won't understand,
Why the Church/Bride isn't here,
Excuses made, are wrought of sand,
With no substance, strength, nor clear.
If all of this sounds gloomy,
You can bet that's what it be,
Rapture Home should not be so roomy,
But, too many refused to see.
We witnessed to friend and family,
As often as we could,
Told them with all certainty,
'Repent, you know you should.'
Dear Lord, you know this story,
But I'm hoping some will see,
That, through you, Eternal Glory,
The only way they can be Free.
Remember the famous Boxer,
Who fought with 'Rope a Dope,'
I, too, am trying catch them foxier,
I want to give the 'Dope, some Hope.'