Until Trumpets Blow

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Until Trumpets Blow
By Arley Steinhour 100917

Restricted, for a ‘Week,’ it seems,
My anger bursting, at the Seams,
With an occasional gut-felt Scream,
They Treat people with Little Esteem.

I come to you, with a Humble Heart,
To await the day that I may Restart,
To publish my offerings to the World,
Casting Your Net, into the Netherworld.

We share You with all, who’ll take the Time,
To see the light on the path, through my Rhyme,
With all of the others, who’ve taken the Path,
Homeward to Heaven, away from Satan’s Wrath.

Seven days of Restriction offers me Strife,
How many will die, and Miss, Eternal Life,
At a point in their Mortality, of having Breath,
They Miss our light, not seen after Death?

So many are trying as you’d have them do,
Some, Non-believers, may Call us a Zoo,
And our losses, might even be, only a Few,
But a ‘Few Lost’ is Many, Especially to You.

Oh, we’ll carry-on, in our devious Way,
With our eyes on horizon, for You, our Stay,
Until Trumpets Blow, and You Call us AWAY,
That Relieves us From Fishing, That Blessed Day.

If only the Un-saved, could know You, as We,
It wouldn’t take long, before ALL would be FREE,
Free to Partake in the Wonders you Provide,
Servitude, unto Freedom, Your Arms Open Wide.

AMEN