BOOK OF LIFE

\\\... Consummation of Perfection ...///

BOOK OF LIFE
By Arley Steinhour 080515

Far away, in this War torn land,
And even here, Satan plays his hand,
Only prayer, can shoo him away,
Even in battle, from prayer, don't stray.

The war is not on a mountain top,
Nor telephone, where we 'call a cop,'
It's in our heart, where You abide,
The only place that's safe to hide.

Open-wide, Heaven's Gates, to 'Let us In,'
Only souls, Jesus Justified, from 'All Sin,'
Eternally, we will 'Perfectly Live,'
And, revel in all that 'You will Give.'

We be Your Bride, before 'Your Throne,'
'Leaving Behind,' unsaved souls 'All Alone,'
May they open their hearts, and 'Yield to You,'
Instead of remaining part of 'Satan's Zoo.'

For those Seven Years, of their 'Last Chance,'
Revival will flourish, through 'Your Chosen Branch,'
An Hundred, Forty-Four 'Thousand, Preachers,'
Hunted by Beast, but can't stop, 'Preacher/Teachers.'

Then, 'War, No More,' letting, 'Kingdom Rule Shine,'
For 'Surviving Remnant,' of those 'Left Behind,'
To fill 'Your Desire,' for 'Complete, Consummation,'
Where Your 'BOOK OF LIFE,' Collates, 'ONE NATION.'

AMEN