Your Perfect Guild

As, ‘In the Days of Job, Tragedy,’
Death, Plague, and Starvation, the Rule,
As, Satan Brings Forth, ‘Catastrophe,’
‘So that We Curse YOU,’ as a ‘FOOL.’
(Be Like Job, REFUSE) AMEN

Your Perfect Guild
By Arley Steinhour 012818

If I Eat, an ‘Apple,’ for each time I cry,
Or, a ‘Green Persimmon,’ each time I lie,
Then, All Might See, the person I be,
I pray, it be ‘Apple-Godly,’ they see.

Much like today, as I watch the sky,
I’d gain an Apple, as I wouldn’t lie,
The Soft White Clouds are dissipating,
To make today worthy, of ‘Participating.’

With joy in the heart, I raise my Prayer,
Knowing that You Are Always There;
With heartfelt praise, filled to the brim,
I Follow Your path, away from Sin.

In this Day of Rest, I prayerfully abide,
Near the flame, where cold cannot hide,
So many suffer, where they have no heat,
For ‘lack of fuel,’ plus, ‘paucity of meat.’

Around the world, Starvation Reigns,
And, donations fail to quell the pain’s,
The time has Come, when ‘Relief Demand,’
Overcomes Ability, to ‘Do as You Command.’

I lift my hands to You, in Supplication,
That, ‘Hunger and Strife, Take a Vacation,’
We cannot answer ‘Entitlement Demands,’
As Government Leaders Tax from our hands.

Maranatha, Lord Jesus, Maranatha, Soon,
Take Church/Bride, unto Eternal Commune,
As you Deign Proper, so All Be Fulfilled,
In Completeness, for ‘Your Perfect Guild.’

AMEN