Lemming Thoughts

Fly Lemming Fly

Lemming Thoughts
By Arley Steinhour 063015

How many Martyrs do you need,
To fill the Judgment number, needed,
To have enough, for Your Word, to seed,
Unto the Remnant that never heeded?

Two Hundred Thirty Nine years, ago,
Thirteen Colonies declared Independence,
Now, we've been dealt a mortal blow,
From your guidance, we've removed dependence.

A Remnant, here, still worships you,
The majority, like a flag of many colors,
Your Christians, now martyred, for being true,
Signs, in the sky, say, seek out new Brothers.

The 'Falling Away,' smacks more of Lemming,
A race to the edge, of sheer-cliff, and Surf,
The don't fly, but do know, art of swimming,
Unlike Lemming lie, USA, is still God's Turf.

We, that resist, the pressures of Satan,
Know, well, that you're coming quite soon,
Witness to unsaved, your way to straighten,
Ready, to fly, be it Daylight, or Moon.

Like the Eagle, we soared, with blessings, we knew,
Soon You will come, we see all the sign,
In the time that is left, may we return, and be true,
So, we can, once again, be productive in You, our Vine.

AMEN