We Await Your Pleasure

A thousand years of words, Cannot exemplify the Heavenly Scene.

We Await Your Pleasure
By Arley Steinhour 051015

Father, God, anxiously, we await Your Pleasure,
Do we come to Your Throne, as Tare, or Treasure,
Your Holy Perfection, is far above any 'Measure,'
We're Redeemed, by Son's Blood, from 'Accuser.'

Apostles, save one, met a terrible death,
Skinned, beheaded, and crucified,
True to Agape, until their last breath,
With Truth on their lips, 'For mankind, You Died.'

The price that you paid, too much for an Harlot,
Yet you chose to forget, if Repentance is True,
This Life, that we live in, though it be 'Scarlet,'
We can hold our heads high, Belonging to You.

The clockwork, you set, now nears the time,
Of 'Son's' Rule, for a Thousand, unhampered, Years,
The Church safe in heaven, without Sinful Grime,
In Temple Service, till the smoke, at White Throne, clears.

AMEN