Hot Flaming Spring

\\\..... Church/Bride, Advent ........ Unsaved, Hell-bent .....///

Hot Flaming Spring
By Arley Steinhour 071715

Thank you my Father, God/Jesus, on High,
For the sorrow felt, my heart must sigh,
Each day of these End Days, to them I cry,
As I share your Love, no man can belie.

The Minions, of Hell, come to the fore,
With lies for weak in Faith, Raping on door,
The challenge to speak, is now a chore,
As your Truth, so many, completely, ignore.

Why should we, Christians, be in Surprise,
In Twenty-O-Eight elected the booby prize,
Today, it seems, no one has the eyes,
To see much more truth, than 'Burger, and Fries.'

First time was error, the second, a sham,
Dazzled by gifts, and a lot of 'Flim-Flam,'
Soon, we lose all, and he don't give a Damn,
Say Goodbye, to our Nation, and 'Uncle Sam.'

Please, Be Right, or Get Right, with Jesus, our King,
He soon calls His Bride/Church, and we'll take Wing,
For, Eternity, in Service to God, Praising, we'll sing,
Or, Repent not, for a future in, Hot, Flaming Spring.

AMEN