W M D

The photo I had planned to use,
My heart told me I would abuse,
The sensitivity of most,
Without preparation by Holy Ghost.

The photo showed eleven young,
Of the age, no life song sung,
Wrapped in a sheet of mortal white,
Now wear Robes, Gloriously Bright.
AMEN

W M D
By Arley Steinhour 082113

'Weapon of Massive Destruction,'
Or, 'Weapon of Maniacal Description,'
Either way, many people die,
Enough to make a grown man cry.

The news, today, from Syria land,
Shows both above, as Satan's brand,
To save a Despot's Criminal Rule,
He used a weapon, oh so cruel.

Poisoned gas sprayed in the air,
Kills all that breath, without a care,
Men, and women, children wee,
All, from birth, through ninety three.

The leaders care not who will die,
Removing those, who laugh and cry,
On either side, without a care,
They kill a person, for being there.

Isaiah, chapter, is now Nineteen,
Events of today, shine through the screen,
Father against son, brother fight brother,
No peace on this earth, nor any other.

God tells us to love 'all,' even Enemy,
Today is when, He'll set many free,
Free, from the grasp of Satan's hand,
Suckled to grow, as His Loving Band.

We shed a tear, for the little child,
Those not 'accountable,' are Heaven filed,
Safe in the arms of our Loving God,
Eternally there, no bearing of Rod.
Thank You God

AMEN