Nothing on earth can ever compare,
To what God has in store for His Justified,
Praising, Dancing, like Fred Astaire,
Indescribably Perfect, Certified.
By Arley Steinhour 120812
May the Blessing of God's Spirit,
Through the Christmas story, of His Son,
Be sounded, where people can hear it,
As we Praise Him, THE ONLY ONE.
Merry Christmas, World, to one and all,
Each year of days, Three-Sixty-Five,
'His Days, Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall,'
Through Repentance, finds more ALIVE.
Sing Jesus Praises, Merrily,
Unto Mortal Graduation,
To Be with Jesus, eternally Free,
In New Jerusalem, His Mighty Station.
With Mansion, more than heart can ask,
Glory abounding Tame and Free,
Shekinah lighting every step and task,
Praise sings, from each flower and tree.
Different Praises ringing, as if but only one,
In a harmony of sight, touch, and sound,
Wafting over and through body, as joyous fun,
Emotions, no mortals felt, or in-which drowned.
To have what I ineptly-describe,
Through Repentance, you find the Son,
'Religions,' offer, at best, diatribe,
Walk with Jesus, on His Path, Only-ONE.