Accept His Perfect Dole
Accept His Perfect Dole
By Arley Steinhour 120617
Gone are the Days, when you held me on your knee,
Gone are the Ways, when man could say, ‘I am Free.’
Long live the Stays, that kept this land from Tragedy,
Where, some gave their lives, before they found Eternity.
Eternity, where ‘God’ lives and rules,
Where every survivor has the Tools,
To assume Perfection, Rejected by Fools,
In actions, less than God, but greater than Mules.
Man Stands apart, in all that sends you on your way,
Man Stands apart, and, only wants to go out and Play.
Short is the Season, that makes a Soul the ‘Son of God,’
Where, ‘Nothing Counts,’ but their subjection to your Holy Rod.
Sing, Songs of Praise, until people know You are their Stay,
Sing, Songs of Praise, until people know Your Eternal Sway,
Then, perhaps, they’ll find, Messiah, and Your Perfect Way,
That, Grace can cleanse the Soul, unto Your Eternal Day.
I’m Praying to Emanuel, our God, who came to Earth,
To Experience ‘Tribulation, of Mortal Life, including Birth.’
I’m Praying to Emanuel, our God, that felt the Pain;
Scourging, and Crucifixion, of Loss of Life, ‘yet, for Gain.’
You paid the Sin-Price for all who ‘Ask and Accept,’
As a gift: ‘From your memory, Sin is Swept;’
‘Disciple me,’ you entreat us to Accomplish,
As, the Miracles we Deny, you’ll Admonish.
May all Souls pay attention, to the Words I have written,
That they Know You are God, Emanuel, or be Smitten,
In their understanding of Satan, before he is Stricken,
And placed in Abyss, until Judgment, after Millennium.
AMEN
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