Help Me Take Flight

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Help Me Take Flight
By Arley Steinhour 111415

I sit here reading, much of the News,
But, which disaster, should I Choose,
The one with many Hundreds, dead,
Or the one where they just 'cut off a head?'

There is no way to enjoy the day,
As, Insanity grows, and, here we stay,
Dear, Jesus, I don't quite understand,
This sickness, is rampant on every Land.

Thousands a day, Repent, to enter Your Fold,
While, we, the 'Reborn,' are left in the cold,
You promised that we wouldn't be Tested,
But, what do you call, our 'Murder attested?'

I know, you do, and know, everything,
Like, when your Wrath, soon, takes Wing,
But this mortal heart, wants me to Cry,
About the horrible way, that people Die.

You withstood, the 'Curse of the Tree,'
And Your Resurrection, Freed me, to be,
Your Disciple, Worthy, Evermore True,
Adopted, and Blessed, Through, and Through.

Take my first word, please, throw them away,
Bemoaning to You, my, Eternal Stay,
They give me a chance, to clear the Air,
To let my heart speak, knowing you're there.

When you are ready, like 'Thief in the Night,'
If I'm still on earth, Help me take Flight,
Sound the Trumpet, and Find me as True,
So, I can spend, Eternity, with YOU.

AMEN