Our Cry to the Sky

Every Christian Church needs be Stacked,
Fully packed to the ceiling with worship,
With, Praise, and Prayer, so Satan feels Attacked,
By Purity and Love, that’s God’s Greatest Warship.

Our Cry to the Sky
By Arley Steinhour 021718

We’ll await through our mortal life,
Whatever we have remaining,
Be it Good Times, or Strife,
To fly to You, without Straining.

The World, at large, is Failing,
Getting more Insane each day,
Satan works hard at Curtailing,
Anything to do with Your Way.

Prayer, in the School, is forbidden,
Except, sadly, to ‘god of the Pit,’
Deadly as being Viper-Bitten,
Threatened with Death, many submit.

Good is bad, Evil thought Good,
People of Greed, continue to Feed,
Meager Means, strips away Manhood,
Except for the Minion, of Satan’s Seed.

‘Maranatha,’ we plea, Our Cry to the Sky,
Only You know when Time is Ripe,
Only Repentant heart, do you Glorify,
Leaving Behind unrepentant, to Gripe.

Forgive me my Blathering,
I also write for Saved and Unsaved,
Perhaps Our Witness is Gathering,
A Few seeking You, to be Saved.

Come soon for Your Church/Bride,
Reborn, Witness’ about Finding You;
Soon, ‘Messianic Christians’ must Hide,
The same goes for the ‘Messianic Jew.’

AMEN