Penney Worth

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Penney Worth
By Arley Steinhour 013017

I toss my Penney-Worth, onto the Path,
To, straighten the way, for Your Return,
To Net, eager souls, from your Wrath,
Harvesting the Faithful, who'll never Burn.

Ever, so many, you're 'Calling to Arms,'
To seek out the Corners of the Land,
To Share Your Truths, by Sounding Alarms,
Yet, ever-so-many, will elude Your Hand.

January Twenty-Two, gave unto man, the Sign,
'Moon at feet, with Twelve Star Crown,' (Rev 12 Verse 1
(End of Gentile Days, Marked) to end 'Free Salvation.' Time,)
Within, days, Two-Sixty-Six, Gestation harbinger, of Lockdown.

The time has come, the perfect Tally,
When You will come for Your Bride,
To, Snatch away, before Tribulation Finally,
When Tribulation, and Millennium, Collide.

I wonder, how close, I truly guess,
To, what you have on your Mind,
You've known the End, of this mess,
When it happens, Truth, we'll truly find.

So, Let us cast, at least, one more time,
To find the souls You seek to Save,
Be they, 'Top of the Heap,' or in the Grime,
We Seek those, wanting to be God's Slave.

And, Truly be Free. AMEN