SHOT OVER THE BOW
SHOT OVER THE BOW
By Arley Steinhour 022612
Love you Lord, Yes I do,
Glad I turned my heart to you,
Waiting for that fateful day,
When you come take Reborn away.
If my life can't wait to Rapture out,
I'll come Home with a Yeee-Haaa Shout,
Singing loudly, all the way,
To be with you, the Eternal Day.
Signs of oncoming Tribulation,
Travail of earth, every Nation,
Divers places shaking strong,
Critters singing a mournful song.
Certain people, do complain,
Especially when it's financial pain,
Satan knows the strings to pull,
To make us itch, like wearing wool.
Satan tries to itch us, head to toe,
If I'm wrong, I need Repent to show,'
The world at large, we don't want to offend,
As, He wants to change your Book, end to end.
To, Change words, to fit the Arab mind,
No 'Father, Son, Spirit,' will you find,
God of One, devoid of a Son,
'Allah,' and 'Prophet,' Two, not 'One.'
For 'peace,' there be only one name, 'Allah,'
Arabic, for Hebrew Elohim (GOD), (my, PSHAW!),
One change to my Bible, too much subversion,
Relent once, more demanded, to excess conversion.
The problem, to fester, might take a while,
All of that time only Muslim's will smile,
Knowing that they have cheated our God,
Jesus Believers, who will suffer 'Man's Rod.'
AMEN
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