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In the days, of yon and yore,
Winter feed was hay and straw,
Cattle always wanted more,
Until God saved us from their Law.

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By Arley Steinhour 032414

Lift off sheets at morning door,
Placing feet upon the floor,
Feeling stiff, and somewhat soar,
To start the day, can be a chore.

Weekend gone, Work day start,
Want to run, but don't have heart,
Pray a while, to clear life cart,
New page in life, Faithfully chart.

Routine of morning, one, two, three,
Start Day-Timer, not hungrily,
New horizons seem easy to see,
When you have a loving Family.

Fill the day with eyes open wide,
From Tribulations, do not hide,
When requested, truth confide,
So cart won't fill with straw, inside.

The day will come when we report,
If 'Reborn,' go to 'Not Guilty' Court,
Cart Filled, with straw-dross, plus gold, to sort,
Bema Flame rewards Crown, be it tall or short.

Eternal Praise Service, unto the Throne,
Filled with Joy, and Safety, and never alone,
Above the clouds, over which you have flown,
Family, or neighbors, call, without phone.

Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN