ETERNAL STOCK

Where do I live, you might ask me,
'In a Mansion, or a Burning Tree,'
I answer, with my heart that's Free,
I Live, wherever HE chooses to Be.

ETERNAL STOCK
By Arley Steinhour 031013

Tomorrow's appointment, to see the Doc,
When, He'll tell me ever true,
I prove immortal, or become a rock,
To stay around, and keep bugging you.

Seven months, to go, before age Seven-Five,
The age they've ordained, people be 'Old,'
'Obama-care' determines, if we stay alive,
Or make us comfortable, until we're cold.

The writers of that deranged program,
Must be dumber than this Rock,
Forget I belong to the Great 'I AM,'
I'm now built of Eternal Stock.

They may throw me out of this 'prison,'
Send me off to True Land of the Free,
Eternal Joy, beyond man's Servant Pension,
Son of God, Bride of Christ, I be.

The only thing that might go wrong,
Is, the Doctor might trip me up,
Keeping me here, with my Praise and song,
For Holy Spirit to fill more heart's Cup.

Either way I go, I cannot lose,
Home, or here helping Unsaved to choose,
Either way, I know that my God will use,
My every direction, and His family to fuse.

AMEN