With a Word

Posted Tuesday, March 25, 2014, at 1:58 PM

The Olive Tree lives oh so long,
About it many have written song,
Second-most important, to God belong,
When olives on Tree become Holy 'Throng.'

With a Word
By Arley Steinhour 032514

Son of God, Parents knew from Birth,
He'd feel the Rod, to Redeem the Earth,
You may refuse to claim Gift of Rebirth,
Souls lost by Jesus, Satan sings with great mirth.

Satan, and minion, hide deep in dark Places,
Where Reborn won't go, except to the Races,
Betting, and moaning, hand covers Faces,
Knowing he's messing with all of God's Graces.

They, not Reborn, won't give Sin a thought,
Even through, Son of God, Redemption is bought,
They seek out the Sin, finding where shouldn't naught,
Some Countries, and Churches, Sin-life be fraught.

We of Redemption, Disciples need be,
Jesus went to Cross, to make us Sin-free,
Price to us, Gift by Grace, for you and me.
If He hadn't paid, we'd be hung from a Tree.

Two thousand years, it's taken the Church,
To act more like Jesus, not leave him in Lurch,
Now, Wrath of God, soon saws off our Perch,
All the dead branches of which He does Search.

God pruned the Tree, when the Jew, turned away,
Grafted wild olive-gentile, to give Jealousy Sway,
For One Thousand years, they learn a new stay,
After Great-Tribulation, God does it His WAY;