Adopt and Serve

Soon, we're called to 'Come Home,',, Each, as one, but not alone,,, Bride and Church, no more to roam,,, To God's Table, we have flown.

Adopt and Serve
By Arley Steinhour 050515

Above the clouds, the sky is blue,
In the clouds, we can't see you,
Beneath the clouds, Love shines through,
Into every heart, that Loves You, True.

We wonder, if you'll ever come,
We blow Shofar, and beat the drum,
To wake the hearts that's still a slum,
That they Repent, not suck their thumb.

Still, many will frown and turn away,
As, over the shoulder, say, 'Another day,'
'I only now want, to go out and play;
Should He come, early, demand He stay.'

Our heart goes out, to the 'Left Behind,'
When He comes to Snatch, His Bridal Kind,
And once we're gone, we pray they find,
The strength to Repent, and not be blind.

In only one group, you can place your heart,
Bride of Messiah, or Satanic Tart,
Come fly with us, or push your 'Sin' cart,
'Choice,' is yours; do the 'Repent' part.

With our place, at table, reserved,
Where, fantastic dining is served,
We pray, you get what you deserve,
If you'll only let God, Adopt, and Serve.

AMEN