JUSTIFIED SIN FREE
JUSTIFIED SIN FREE
By Arley Steinhour 052017
The ground is wet, up to the brim,
Seven days, of rain, so gentle,
If Monsoon, Flooding would be Grimm,
But, as gentle-rain, not Judgmental.
Seven days, without Sun, to Shine,
The coolness, soaks into the Bone,
The crops are ‘coming on,’ so fine,
Farmers know they’re not Alone.
The Corn, will grow, productively,
But, the Wheat, may soon ‘Lay-down,’
Its fragile stem rain-burdened, plenty,
Hollow stalk, bends over to Drown.
We need a week of Sunny and Dry,
So the wheat, will fill heads end to end,
So, full heads and plant may curl and Die,
For the Bread we eat, on which we Depend.
Each year, we see the Wheat grow,
Not understanding the cycle of life,
God told us the Seed must know,
The Season to Die, for a harvest, Rife.
God came to man, in that Perfect Season,’
Sprouting, in Virgin Birth, ‘Emanuel,’
Lovingly called Yashuah, ‘Man-and-Son,’
To Redeem His ‘Spouse of Sinners,’ from Hell.
Contract Payment, before Conformation,
The Price, Paid in Blood, with No Guarantee,
‘Death on a Cross, plus, Satan’s Fomentation,’
‘Accepting GOD the SON, we’re JUSTIFIED SIN FREE.’
AMEN
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