Without Seeing Believed

The Pews are empty, the Cross is Gone, the Organ, Silent as Death,
We the Church/Bride, now are Gone, then You re-Give Church, it’s Breath.

Without Seeing Believed
By Arley Steinhour 112517

I Raise my Arms, in Praise to You,
On This Sabbath day, Communing,
Heart and eyes filled, in Praise to You,
But, Needing some Minor, Fine Tuning.

With Glorious Praise, in words that may be mine,
As the Spirit is Here, to assist my endeavor,
As if every word, praising You, may be Mine,
Heart-felt, and Serious, but, not being Cleaver.

The sky, casting cloudy, lifted my heart.
That you might be behind, calling my Name,
The Thought that I had, right from the start,
That You call me up to you, but not in Shame.

You know that I Love you, and Care,
In the Movement of Gathering the Crop,
Setting aside for the Flame, the Tare,
That, Sin within Man, will Eternally Stop.

Tribulation is Nigh, even, Right at the Gate,
The, Reborn, in You, should mourn, as the Lost,
For, Whatever the Reason, you might be Late,
The Falling Away Tallies, equate to Great Cost.

A Word, from You, can Cleanse any Heart,
Except that of Satan, and Minion, Condemned,
And, then there’s Millennium, for Eternal ‘Jump Start,’
For they, having not Known, that you may Append.

We, of the Reborn, Cry, Hosanna, Maranatha, Come Soon,
To Rescue the Faithful, who, ‘Without-Seeing, Believed,’
What, we call the Church, and you call the Bride, Come Soon,
That, the Wedding Feast prevents us from being Bereaved.

AMEN