D A Y S

>>> No More, called 'Last of Days,' but Only called, the 'Only Day,' "Eternity" <<<

D A Y S
By Arley Steinhour 080116

Some Day, I'm going to Span the Sky,
Some Day, but, don't quite, yet, know Why,
Someday, I'll meet You, Eye to Eye,
Someday, When, You, teach me to Fly.

This Day, I lift my heart to You,
This Day, Somewhere, Up, in the Blue,
This Day, You know that I speak True,
This Day, Belongs, to Only, YOU!

The Day, That You, come for the Bride,
The Day, We Hear, You, Far and Wide,
The Day, That None, can even try to Hide,
The Day, When, Rejection, is Suicide.

That Day, is for when the Bridegroom Comes,
That Day, when You, Snatch us from the Slums,
That Day, when Antichrist, and Fallen Angel, Chums,
That Day, As Thunder Rings, like Beaten Drums.

Each Day, All those that's 'Left Behind,'
Each Day, of Seven Years, Be Blind,
Each Day, They think with Single Mind,
Each Day, The Satan, Rules, In Kind.

Most Days, All Praise, for Half of Seven,
Most Days, All Praise, not seeing 'Leven,'
Most Days, Of the, Beast's Earthly Heaven,
Most Days, HELL, Until Armageddon.

Some Day, May Be, Today, as I speak,
This Day, May You start the 'Seventh Week,'
The Day, I Pray, All kneel, and You, they Seek,
That Day, As I See, Needs Only Your 'Tweak.'

Each Day, They'll see You, in Their Heart,
Most Days, They'll know, You've set them apart,
Every Day, They'll strive, to accept Redemption Part,
All DAYS, They Play, a Part of Your Priestly ART.

AMEN