Seven times Seventy

How many times will you forgive,
Lift us up, to dust away the Sin,
Seven times Seventy, I might live,
That count daily, you still let me Win.

Seven times Seventy
By Arley Steinhour 101613

I think the Summer's heat is gone,
Though, days have still been mild,
The wind, and rain, still sing a song,
Forecast for winter, strong and wild.

The world is now in quite a mess,
Your Holy Word has been Defiled,
Insanity, is fraught with stress,
To kill a mother, or unborn child.

The leadership, throughout the Land,
Seems to be high, on drugs,
Fancy suits, liquor, and contraband,
The richest, acting like Thugs.

The Greed is running rampant,
Heat of hatred fills the air,
Leadership, workers would supplant,
To let people die, without a care.

So many, now, on welfare roll,
Outnumber those who work,
Welfare women wear Mink Stole,
Want a pay raise, call the Stork.

Folks with honor, now be despised,
Successful worthy of the Jail,
Ennui, happy, I'm not surprised,
Until their beer gets warm and stale.

The Rich, want more, increasing Poor,
Theft from others reach new heights,
Burglars sue, if foiled by locked door,
Or if the house dog, barks, or bites.

The Rapist is a sad, sad, soul,
"He had an upsetting childhood,"
The child looking like Sow's foal,
Has that right, their misunderstood.

Excuse my choice of rhetoric,
I came to praise your Holy Name,
The above proves we be heretic,
Nothing like Son, of Jesus' Fame.

Saved from Hell, where we should be,
And never hung upon a Killing Tree,
You pick us up, dust off Spirit knee,
And see us worthy, of living with Thee.

Eternal Thanks, Aba, AMEN