Combat or Wedding

It matters not who fills the chair,
Be it winner, or just hot air,
God gave this country to be free,
For all religions, like all that be.

The truth is written in the word,
Truth that few have ever heard,
The only one who's God paid Free,
Salvation through Son, for all to see.

Combat or Wedding
By Arley Steinhour 082114 (mod 082116

The bullets twang and even sing,
Striking almost everything,
You hunker down and hug the earth,
As if in pain, or giving birth.

The Seargent running everywhere,
Using the art he's trying to share,
Checking troops, and tending wounds,
Almost as seen, in some cartoons.

The acrid smell of powder burned,
Proves the reputation it has earned,
'The last thing you ever want to smell,
Is that 'Sulfur,' of powder, or, Lake of Hell.'

Today we have an enemy,
That's anything but family,
Women and children, used as a shield,
From what we're taught, we always Yield.

They're sworn from birth to kill the Jew,
And Christian folk, like me and you,
'Repent, ' they cry, or die the death,
We won't stop until you have no breath.'

The Bible says, 'Restrainer goes away,'
Snatched by God, His Good Words say,
Thus, Christians, will be Raptured out,
Alas, the Jew, must face Tribulation-Bout.

Turn over your heart to Jesus, the KING,
And you, by Grace, receive Everything,
Communion is, The Wedding Vow,
Give the Heart, and 'sip;' we all know how.

AMEN