Grace Will Not Abide

The paths are two, for me and You,
Based on Choices, wrong, or True,
Our heart determines Destination,
Grace soon ends, for Procrastination.

Grace Will Not Abide
By Arley Steinhour 122713

Well, Lord, discussion is again set aside,
For your Birth, and Death, not certified,
Passover, all know, the day of Death,
Discussion is for, when you 'First took Breath.'

December Twenty-Five, most say,
The day we celebrate your Birthday,
Tabernacle, Feast, the day, quite clear,
Yet, we still ponder, on the Year.

God, coming to earth, to live among Man,
On Tabernacles, to start His Enlightened Clan,
Chosen souls, willing, your Truth, Understand.
To the Jew First, then the Gentile Land.

That discussion, again, will be lain aside,
As, events of today, open eyes wide,
The earth is shaking, the sky cries out,
Soon we hear 'God's Trumpet and Shout.'

'Come up to me, you of my Bride,'
Celebrate the Feast, the world cannot hide,
In blink of eye, End of Grace has transpired,
Holy Spirit not tied to Faith, as if 'Hired.'

Faith, laced with Works, the Millennial Covenant,
At Great White Throne Judgment, Acceptance is Vent.
All Souls be Judged, 'Paradise, or Blazing-Lake,'
Enter, Day Eight, Eternal, nothing can Break.

AMEN