He Runs the Real Show

God's Anger Darkens the Sky

He Runs the Real Show
By Arley Steinhour 070715

Be it a hick-up, or maybe a 'Vomit,'
We can be sure, this one's not a Comet,
Soon we may run, away from the Cloud,
To where the explosions, aren't very loud.

Packing, and stacking, one upon other,
'Jade - Helm,' perfect timing, as we smother,
But, of little assistance, only 'People Control,'
As they search for, and bag, the 'Expected Toll.'

No one will venture into North Central States,
Crops, and people, dead, as Ash-cloud Berates,
We've turned from God, He's letting us know,
No matter our Pride, He Runs the 'Real Show.'

There still may be time, to soften the pain,
On bended knees, sent prayers upward like rain,
If we haven't flushed ourselves, down the drain,
God, might just share with us His Healing 'rain.'

I've said enough, from my imagination,
So I make it a poetic, 'What If,' situation,
Stay tuned for God's offering, He's letting us know,
He's 'waking the 'Dry bones,' He still Runs the 'Real Show.'

AMEN