Your Holy Match

"Hallelujah’s Ringing all across the Land,
Every Saint is Singing at God’s Command..."

Your Holy Match
By Arley Steinhour 060217

Dear Father God,
Here I be,
Lifting my Heart,
To You Eternally.

Night is Dark,
Breeze is Warm
Soon the bugs,
Begin to swarm.

The Summer Heat,
Warms my Feet,
My Brow’s Replete,
With sweat sweet.

I would climb,
Walls of Jericho;
In your Name,
I would go.

Joshua did that,
So long ago,
Walls are Flat,
I have no show.

I need to find,
Another scene,
That might impress,
You, sight unseen.

We’re now between,
End and Beginning,
Prophetic the scene,
So much Sinning

Soon, to man,
Come to ‘Snatch,’
Your Bride, awaiting,
Your Holy Match;

Redeemed but slipshod,
To Eternal Klatch,
No Way Out,
But, Satanic Match.

Only the Few,
Who have Accepted,
Your offer, offered,
When You Resurrected;

Eternal the Joy,
They You Elect,
Upon your Snatching,
Unworthy Reject.

AMEN