W A R

W A R
By Arley Steinhour 080214

Far away, in the War -- torn - land,
And even here, Satan plays his hand,
Only Prayer can shoo -- him -- away,
In battle, from Prayer, we dare not stray.

The war is not on a mountain top,
Nor telephone booth, to call a cop,
It's in our hearts where you abide
The only place safe for us to hide.

Please man Heavens Gate to let us in
But only those you have removed all Sin,
Eternally, we will perfectly Live,
To revel in all that you will give.

AMEN