ETERNAL STATION
ETERNAL STATION
By Arley Steinhour 073117
Revving up and Counting Down,
For the Flight, that takes us ‘Home,’
Reborn, shouldn’t wear a Frown,
With, Jesus Our-Stay, we’ll never Roam.
Heaven is the Place to Reside,
So Full of Love, and Perfection,
Praising, and Walking, by Jesus’ Side,
Only Beauty, in Every Direction.
Sitting on Cloud, and Strumming a Harp,
While, Singing Psalms, of David, and Self,
Or, having a need, for a problem to Carp,
Are Concepts, not found, but on ‘Immortal Shelf.’
We all will have a skill that we shall apply,
For the Perfect Success of our Commune,
Giving, of our Skill, to ‘All in Need,’ we Espy,
Receiving, as needed, their Goods, as ‘Boon.’
No one in Heaven, has a Need Unfulfilled,
With ‘Few Needs, Needed,’ to Bring Joy,
‘Wants,’ are an item, of ‘Mortality-Distilled,’
All things, Dual Functioned, ‘Work is a Toy.’
Weather, and Temperature, always Perfect,
Wearing Clothing, that never wears out,
Bright and shiny, ‘Shoulder Bag of Respect,’
Holds ‘Items of Station,’ so ‘Pride Doesn’t Shout.’
Consider, your Faith, as man soon sees the End,
Of the Time of the Gentile, Throughout Tribulation,
Unto ‘Millennial Kingdom,’ as Man ‘Lives to Defend,’
The, ‘Final Gleaning,’ unto ‘Eternal Station.’
AMEN
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