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JOY and HEALTH
By Arley Steinhour 042016

The sky is casting clouds so Gray,
Could hide an Army, in the sky,
A Trumpet call, can amplify its way,
Deep into hearts, of Redemptive Ply.

The Trumpets call the True Believer,
To lift into the skies dark, gray clouds,
To meet there, with our Godly Redeemer,
Fulfilling the Promise, He, Jesus, Vowed.

'Come Up to Me,' my Church, and Bride,
I've Returned, just as I Promised,'
We lift our head and open arms wide,
To be received; unnerved, but, not calmest.

The Joy we feel, we've never tasted,
As we lift into the gray clouded sky,
Ear to ear, our grins are pasted,
To feel less Joy, would be a lie.

Yeee-Haaa!!, often comes to mind,
My call for expressing Joy, Great,
Keep eyes on me, and Jesus you'll find,
Just ahead, for Rapture, I won't be late.

None of us, can express that Joy,
Until, He announces, with His calling,
When He does, every girl and boy,
Reborn in Him, won't be stalling.

Up, Up, and Away, and Home we go,
To and Eternity, of Joy and Health,
'Left Behind,' if nothing else, will know,
Twas too fast to gain Pre-Tribulation Wealth.

AMEN