Redemption Sublime

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Redemption Sublime
By Arley Steinhour 101516

Colors, like water, run down the slopes,
Walking this valley, needs boots and ropes,
Each foot-fall, would kill, thus, dashing God's hopes,
As the Colors, are 'man,' Free of 'Misanthropes.'

We each have a 'Color,' ingrained in our Soul,
That, 'Solo' we're pleasing; together, We're Whole,
The Beauty of man must be played, as a Scroll,
Harmony of Blending, mankind's worth to Extol.

The Satan, hates God, and Covets His Throne,
Without God's protection, man stands Alone,
God made the Universe, that Man, be His Own,
We now have a Leader, 'Jesus,' Our Capstone.

The, 'Reborn,' in Jesus, has shoes that can climb,
Over God's Slope, without committing a crime,
Wearing clothing, and sandals, clean of Dross-Grime,
As, Prayer-filled Blessing, 'Redemption Sublime.'

Satan, twists, and lies, what we know of our Savior,
Who, Loves Us, enough, to be born in a Manger,
To live in Mortality, with man, and 'Be Not a Stranger,'
To know man's Tribulation, to events that Endanger.

Hello, out there, in 'World of Weeds,' called Tare,
Is there any way to wake you, from sleep, to Care,
Jesus, is Calling, 'Look-Up, He comes soon to Share,
Eternity with Him, in Wedding Garb, not, 'Fireproof-Wear.'

AMEN