Death or LIFE
Death or LIFE
By Arley Steinhour 122813
We're hot on the last Lap,
In Race, Twenty, Thirteen,
Preparing for the big Slap,
Of Twenty, Fourteen.
Signs that are showing,
With acres of gloom,
War Winds, may be blowing
'To escape,' little room.
These could be the days,
Of the Horses from Hell,
Destructive in four ways,
As they're ridden Pell-mell.
Man turns to War-faring,
When bored with his Peace,
With a mind void of caring,
How deeply they fleece.
To die, while protecting,
One's hoarded goods,
Is much like expecting,
To see an Oasis, in Woods.
In Jesus, find Treasure,
Safely Saved till you Need,
Wealth beyond Measure,
As your Eternal Seed.
Quite easy, God's path,
Though people can't see,
Choose Jesus, not Wrath,
Be all you can be.
AMEN
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