Special Day in History

>>> Echo's of my heart-felt words, for this Special day in our History.
Let us NEVER Forget what Satan Has Done. <<<

Special Day in History
I Echo six of my Poems, I feel, relate to this Day of Mystery:

A ‘Run-On’ of Words, from the Heart:

Flight 93 Remembered
By: Arley Steinhour 090417 (Encore Edition)
(Mod of Original 091010)

You wake up in the morning,
an ordinary Joe;
preparing for the routine of
a young man on the go.

Shower, shave, and brush your teeth,
you pack your bag to leave;
kiss your wife and kids goodbye,
brush talcum from your sleeve.

The taxi ride is routine,
to where you'll go aloft;
as sun is lighting up the sky,
where clouds are white and soft.

You feel the plane lift off the ground,
and preflight jitters fade;
Great wife, kids, and job you think,
'I really have it made.'

Minutes into flight time,
you get the dreaded news;
five hijackers, they be haters,
of our Christians and Jews.

The message from the bad guys is,
"Be smart, against us not a hand";
You know that throughout history,
they'll just fly somewhere and land.

They'll rant and rave excessively,
and ransom they'll demand;
or call for the release from jail
some members of their band.

Your nervousness is soon replaced
with total abject fear;
As flight crew and the pilot
are pushed roughly to the rear.

The pilot says that something's wrong,
the plane a bad guy now will fly;
and if he doesn't do it right,
then everyone will die.

The cell phone in your pocket,
is handy and might work;
you call your wife to tell her
you've been hijacked by a jerk.

She tells you with a deep concern,
Twin Towers have been struck;
and then you know beyond a doubt,
you've all ran out of luck.

The plane is going Southeast,
D.C. is on that track;
the aircraft is a weapon;
You have to take it back.

The plane has over fifty souls,
D.C. has thousands more;
the choice is simply who must die
from this heinous act of war.

You tell your wife you love her,
but you have a job to do;
you're going to take the airplane back,
and subdue this crazy few.

You tell her that you may not live,
as something may go wrong;
these people don't want money,
they want to kill our freedom song.

The last words that your wife will hear
brands freedoms corporate soul;
the battle cry, no better made,
than what you said: "Let's Roll."

A spectator you no longer are,
your hearts hear drum and fife;
as something must be done, and quick,
to save more innocent life.

Into freedoms history,
and shirking not your charge;
Bad guys lose, good guys win,
the price is very large.

You brought us all together,
that very fateful day;
the standard raised for "Patriot,"
you few have set this way.

Rest well you friends of country,
God bless, and keep your souls;
for patriots die only once;
cowards live in holes!

Amen

Poem & Archive at: http://www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/69787/
May what the passengers of Flt 93 did that day be the standard to be met, as they did; the same standard stated by Jesus: "No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends." Flight 93 Hero's saved many 'Friends.' AMEN

Jesus: "No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends." Flight 93 Hero's saved many 'Friends.' AMEN

Position at His Table
By Arley Steinhour 091113

Jesus returned, from three days with the dead,
Before Day-One-Sun, came up, bright;
With five Barley loaves, Jesus has fed,
Five Thousand, to stay man's Hunger blight.

When the last Feast seat is taken,
With someone there, in that chair,
Then the hands of time, be broken,
No Repentance Grace found, anywhere.

Even then God leaves the Grace-Gate,
Cracked open, but, just a tad,
For Martyrs, of Tribulation Fate,
Who Rules with Jesus, Judge-Robe clad.

Being welcomed to God's Feast Table,
Is an honor, not all souls will enjoy,
Written in Truths, some thought be Fable,
'The separate 'Bride Parts,' of God's Only Boy.'

The Church, as Bride, be 'each,' yet, 'One,'
Betrothed, by 'Contract,' in 'Blood, application,'
Accepting Bride Price, we dine on the Son,
With bread and wine, as He builds a mighty Nation.

Until Son comes, to Snatch The Bride,
May we search for Bride-Parts, in Countryside,
Ironically, some parts, may try to Hide,
May witness be heard, and to heart applied.

We need be about, what Jesus said, 'do,'
'Spread His word, to all people, His offer,'
Worldly events prove that Prophecy is true,
May we be worthy, especially with the Scoffer.
AMEN
Poem & Archive at: http://www.mccookgazette.com/blogs/1580/entry/54778/
On pins and needles, a preview,
Of how Feast table may appear,
But, this gives but a simple view,
Awaiting Bride, God holds so Dear.

Tribulation Marching Song
by Arley Steinhour 091110

I must squint, but keep on watching, every cloud that's passing by,
Even in the rainy weather, sometimes rain gets in my eye.
Falling tears come from the Master, crying over fallen man,
Every time that we're not good, something mortal hits the fan.

My bones haven’t marched for years, and I sure I'll shed some tears,
Marching hard, He strengthens me, I might also shed some Years.
Marching on, as on to war, follow Jesus, way ahead,
Marching on, as on to war, Quail and Manna, daily fed.

We’re going to be returning, back to Earth after Seven Years,
On white horses, following Jesus, to dry the Tribulation Tears.
We don't fight, we're there for show, Jesus Speaks a word, and more,
When done, He'll Rule a Thousand years, the whole world shore to shore.

Praise to Jesus, one and all, Never let His Banner Fall,
As His Royal Family, with Jesus from His Rapture call.
On our knees we get more done, than a horse can, walk or run,
Up in Heaven, all is greater, singing grass is so much fun.

I am done with my short story, so I pass it on to you,
Praise to Jesus, King of Kings, we’re marching ever true.
AMEN

New Day Calling us Home
by Arley Steinhour 091010 (Yom Teruah eve 5770 into 5771)

The day is Truly sparkling,
my eyes are opened wide,
to keep the watch, for the watched,
Messiah Jesus knows where I abide.

The sky is where He will come of us,
Fly-by, and snatch into the Sky,
to take us all to the Wedding Feast,
between Him, and you and I.

I missed the mark by just a tad,
or maybe even much more,
but always ready is my creed,
to be with Him on distant shore.

If any of you haven't offered your 'Pent,'
and taken Jesus as your God and King,
You might be left behind, to pout,
to hear the son of Satan sing.

Seven years he'll sing his song,
of hatred, slavery, and death,
for with his mark he destroys the soul,
that God won't waste His Breath.

We don't surrender very much,
just sin and things like that,
and asking Jesus to take it away,
we're clean to be God's 'brat.'

But not a 'brat,' like some would think,
buy more a 'brat' who lives to Worship,
God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
with their names upon the Lip.

The time is short, for every one,
He comes soon as can be,
Not much time to full repent,
and be part of His Family Tree.

AMEN

Waiting for the Bridegroom
by Arley Steinhour 091010

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to snatch away the Bride,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to give His faithful, Special Ride.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to bring us Robes of White,
waiting for the Bridegroom, we light the path at night.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to present us to His Dad,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to cleanse us all from Bad.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to hug us everyone,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to make us spouse of Son.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to dawn His Robes of Red,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to Choker Satan’s head.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to change earths way of life,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to end all mortal strife.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to reign a thousand years,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to finish all our fears.

Waiting for the Bridegroom, to bring us to day Eight,
waiting for the Bridegroom, to seal forever, Satan's Fate.

AMEN

Not Sad for being Wrong
by Arley Steinhour 091010

Oh, maybe a skid mark or two, from when I jumped out of bed,
thinking I was at 50,000 feet, but NOT, said my forehead.

But, other than a two foot skid, without my wheels locked down,
I didn't even shed a tear, much less than show a frown.

This I know for sure, I still live mortality,
but tears didn't come to me real fast, because I had to Pee.

So now I stand, and scratch my brain, to learn where I went wrong,
and then real soon, once I do, I'll return with my old song.

Rapture will be the theme of it, as if you couldn't guess,
the dates will change, but my excuses stay a mess.

Excuses, them, I have but one, I can recite it on the run,
Jesus' code I do not know, besides that, I am dumb.

So Keep the Watch, for this I know, beyond a shadows doubt,
Jesus didn't come quite as I thought, unless He left me out.

But you are here, plus them I know, who also mortal live,
So, I be looking for a new date, and once I do, to you I'll give.

Until our God/Messiah comes, surprisingly, or not,
keep helping those we can, from going where it's hot.

AMEN