Christian Chagrin
Christian Chagrin
By Arley Steinhour 100217
We had a month of Revelry,
But that has past, we all can See,
I had hoped that we’d be Free,
With all the ‘Signs and Prophecy.’
Today, its back to Square-number-One,
Our, Solemn Hope, in Future Fun,
To find that something, ‘We left Undone,’
In our being ‘Rescued,’ by God the Son.
Back to the Wall, after washing the Eyes,
Perhaps, to ‘See’ better, without Surprise,
Knowing that Time’s getting short, for the Wise,
With Jesus, the Favorite, of Winning the Prize.
Some brothers and sisters, might ‘Chide,’
With, laughter, and scoffing, mouths open Wide,
What we saw in the Signs, was ‘Rapture-Bonified,’
Ergo, we have no unction, to ‘Run and Hide.’
Most, brothers and sisters, went their own Way,
Demanding we not talk about ‘Hour, nor Day,’
Thinking, Great Damage would come to Stay,
If, we dare to critique, what ‘He did Say.’
“No Man knows the Day nor the Hour,”
But, not as a ‘Reprimand,’ but more, a ‘Tower,’
A ‘Parable-Date,’ Jews would know, and not Cower,
‘Last Trump,’ of Yom Teruah, as Sunset loses Power.
Yom Teruah Passed, for year Five-Seven-Seven-Eight,
The next, that will come, will be Prophetically Late,
Since Jubilee, One-Twenty, is no more on the Plate,
With Forty-Nine to go, to open another Jubilee Gate.
We, Watchmen, on the Wall, must try to Espy,
Signs on Horizon, that the ‘Bridegroom does Fly,’
Down for the Church-Bride, in that ‘Twinkle of Eye,’
With, no one ‘Watching,’ He may not even ‘Wisk-By.’
To ‘Christian Chagrin.’ AMEN
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