We, ALL, bend the knees, before the Throne,
For replay of what we've thought, said, and done,
ETERNALLY, Together LIVE, or BURN Alone,
With, or without, GOD, our Only-ONE.
By Arley Steinhour 120812
Dear Father God, I come to you,
With my frequent deep concern,
The world is changing, sour, too,
In ways, too easy to discern.
There was a time, not long ago
Where a parent raised a child,
With guidance and instruction flow,
To be responsible, not wild.
Parents praised, and raised their child,
For God, and Country, everlasting Love;
Caring tenderly, for Meek, and Mild,
Right and Wrong, dictated from Above.
Hard-working parent saved a dollar,
For Retirement, and 'Rainy day,'
Without Entitlements, walked much Taller,
Children followed parent's financial way.
Dad worked many long hard hours,
Six days, times Ten, the count,
Mom enhanced each pennies powers,
Value not less than spent amount.
Today, it seems, the choices change,
Their children grew in a different way,
More bucks, less hours, lifestyles strange,
The parents debts, they now must pay.
The young, no longer have solid ground,
To place their love, of anything on,
Safe life-harbor, no longer found,
Ever-less and less, depend upon.
Fathers, today, think only of 'Toys,'
Mothers, no longer care for the 'Nest,'
Children, don't care if they're Girls or Boys,
Two percent are 'Debt-Free,' at Best.
Insanity has taken true logic away,
With 'I or Me' in each 'Texted' word,
'Make the Rich folk pay, for how I play,'
'Responsibility,' the 'four-letter-word.'
I could ramble on for a long time,
But, You already know the score,
How long do you tolerate life out of rhyme,
Before pronouncing Hell on Earth, and more?
Your Will, to your Glory, being Done,
No matter what we do, or say,
Many Souls refuse Repenting to the Son,
'Eternal,' Pay, or Play, on Judgment Day.