Horshoes like Hand Grenade
Horseshoes like Hand Grenade
By Arley Steinhour 080616
Mortal Life, is like a Constant Game,
Of Horseshoes, like Hand Grenade,
Where, only 'Ringers,' can bring you Fame,
And, 'Being Close,' leaves one, Dismayed.'
How True, this point of life Convicts,
Like, Sin, they both can 'Miss the Mark,'
When, lack of Faith and Focus, Predicts,
Without, Help, only Grenade is 'Good in the Dark.'
To Remove Ones Sin, neither can cope,
As, 'Perfection,' describes neither one,
When trying to Win, over Sin, be a 'Dope,'
To think, 'On your Own, you could have 'Won.'
Only Faith, in Abraham's God, will suffice,
Through, Jacob's son, (Emanuel, (God with us),'
Familial Relationship, by 'Paying the Asking Price,'
"Belief, through Messiah/Jesus, as, Godly Trust."
You will then throw a 'Perfect Pitch,' most every time,
Except when you 'Stumble,' and 'Don't Tow the Line,
Holy Ghost in heart, there to Guide, when you Stumble,
Eternally Justified, Free from, 'Flaming Lake Clime.'
How many Times, must we beg you to hear,
The End of the 'Project,' is 'So Very Near,
The End of the World, for the 'Satan' is Here,
Chose Jesus, before, 'The Rapture, was Clear.'
AMEN
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