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By Arley Steinhour 010717

Sabbath Shalom, to you God/Jesus,
As I start my daylight, Praising You,
Dreams of the Night, as land Freezes,
Prompt, with the Son, all that is True.

This, Seventh Day, of Twenty-Seventeen,
Bitter the Cold, with a Sky so Blue,
Frost on my windows, dulls the Scene,
Except, in heart, where I'm Praising You.

You keep my heart Warm, as in Spring,
Life-blood, is pumping, in Mortal Life,
Soon, I Pray, Your Faithful Take Wing,
As, You Snatch us Away, from the Strife.

With Lamps, well-trimmed, Full of Oil,
We cajole, the 'Not Reborn,' to be,
Their answer, 'No Hurry,' lest we Foil,
Our 'Good Times,' that He, doesn't See.'

Heavy of heart, we Continue to Search,
For, Seekers of GOD, without Knowing,
Satanic influence, causes them to Besmirch,
'Your Existence'; a continual problem, Ongoing.

The 'Signs' say, You come, soon, I Pray,
Today, tomorrow, or in a short time,
Lifted Away, to spend our Eternal Day,
In a Place of Love, and Fellowship, Our Stay.

That Place where I went, when very young,
Where, all things had 'Life,' Filled with Joy,
Singing, and Laughter, in Praise, Ever-Sung,
Where, Need, and Greed, aren't even a Toy.

Communion with You, Perfect in Worship,
We, Come and Go, at leisure, and Want,
Until, All, in Heaven and Earth, cannot Slip,
From your hand; where Satan, no longer can Taunt.

AMEN