Your Godly Commandment

Bow at the Ready,
Arrow True and Nocked,
Waiting gets Heady,
When Progress is Blocked.

Your Godly Commandment
By Arley Steinhour 021318

Doorbell Ring, can you listen,"
Ding-a-ling, Jew or Christian,
Death, and Gore, are at the door,
'Reborn' Raptured, Shore to Shore.

Most will cry, and some will Wail,
Realizing they are still in Jail,
Seven years, they must Survive,
To Graduate, to Millennium, Alive.

Bride Price has been Totally Paid,
To Purchase us, At the Cross,
‘Accept, and Sip,’ of Cup, Be 'Stayed,'
‘Surrender is Freedom;’ and ‘Satan's Loss.’

Sister of Un, was sent South, for Olympics,
Not to compete, but, to become a Star,
No Medal, to Flaunt, for the Media Sceptics,
‘Her Coy Smile,’ plays like a Twelve String Guitar.

Some, call her ‘Answer, to Daughter of Trump,’
Using Position, to compare with Profession,
Media Lauds, Smile, and utters a ‘Trump Grump,’
Praising Innocent Smile, as ‘Leadership Confession.’

In Mortality, the Flame of Your Spirit,
Is the Light in one's Life, all can See,
Until we're called Home, all may Fear it,
The 'After-Burner’ Departure, of you and me.

When Satan has Power, the World goes Insane,
No matter what we do, the response is the Same,
Restriction is minor, soon ‘Death to Evangelist,’
But, then, we are Gone, Only, 'Left Behind’ on the list.

May Satan, find no chink in your Armor,
Even though, He is known as the 'Charmer,'
We, of the Reborn, shall ‘Shun him Away,’
As we fly to our Mansion, for Your Eternal Day.

We all, need to Support, the Other,
In our climb, into Your Sky,
As, all we think, say, or do,
Will put a Gleam in Your Eye.

We will muddle through our mortality,
Until You Call Church/Bride, to Fly Swiftly,
As, Everything is Right, and Completed,
Lest, we all curl up and Die, Defeated.

God's Blessings on Church/Bride, for all Eternity,
Gifted to you, who Choose Jesus' Serenity,
Your God and Savior, ‘Echad (the One) Makes us Free,’
Redeemed, as Family, by Redemption on the Cross/Tree.

Through Hallowed Prayer,
We must come before thee,
That we can, and do share,
All Your Blessings, for Free.

Many, are the Psalms,
That calms the Soul,
Through, Words, and Lyre,
To Reject the Satan's Goal.

Whatever mankind does, in Mortality,
We Don't Dare Die Unrepentant,
In the Flames of Hell, the Soul's Never Free,
A Certainty, in Your Godly Commandment.

AMEN