Bob Gotti, 2 april 2014
True peace on earth will never be, without The Lord of Eternity,
And goodwill towards all men, truly begins as we’re Born-Again.
Men sing that Christ has come, but they must embrace the Son,
God’s Son who came to earth, so all man could have New Birth.
That little baby born in a stall, isn’t a babe, but He’s King over all,
As songs about a baby man sings, Christ reigns as King of kings,
The Only True Prince of Peace, with a reign that shall not cease,
And while a babe, nations adore, The Savior, men simply ignore.
Christ came to grant all salvation, but they ignore His Revelation,
Being born of God from above, brings the peace songs speak of,
Born Again by the Spirit of God, while living upon this earthly sod,
Becoming part of God’s Family, with a Peace that lasts Eternally.
Christ did not come for Christmas, but, to redeem sinners like us,
Starting with lost sheep in Israel, then the Gentiles, per God’s will,
To bring the message of Salvation, not to some, but every nation,
A message lost in festive fray, as men sing about Christmas Day.
Jesus is why Christmas came, but songs seldom utter His Name,
In many songs what’s not heard, are those Truths in God’s Word,
Sadly many, enjoying the song, even observe this holiday wrong,
And without embracing the Truth, instead of joy shall see reproof.
(Copyright ©01/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 2 april 2014
It blows my mind, what must it do, to the One Who died for me and you?
Christ, Who died for all this earth, so that man, could have Eternal worth,
What is the thought of The Lord, when Salvation by many goes ignored?
By the many among The Lord’s elect, when His Saving Truth, they reject!
Do those many souls, really understand, the Truth of the matter at hand?
God’s Truth of Eternal Death and Life, when accepting or rejecting Christ;
Dismissing God’s plan of salvation, God’s way provided to every nation,
So that mortal sinners, like you and me, could live with The Lord eternally.
The Lord God’s patient in every way, with His Salvation open to all today,
In this present age that we call Grace, if only people would seek His face,
But soon this age of Grace will end, and you decide where you will spend,
Eternity, when this age is over and done, apart from God, or with His Son.
My friend, it was never God’s desire, for man to perish in the Lake of Fire,
But that every lost soul would repent, to embrace His Son, whom He sent,
And to acknowledge God’s Sacrifice, to enter instead, Heaven’s Paradise,
So why do many refuse to believe, when Eternal Life is what they receive?
As lost sinners, every soul needs to see, with a Holy God, we’re at enmity,
And with death the wages for our sin, God’s Eternal Son was sent by Him,
The Only One, who could pay the price, to be for man, a perfect Sacrifice,
So all could be at peace with The Creator, and live forever with our Savior.
(Copyright ©01/2011 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 2 april 2014
(after Eve Merriam)
On all my fingers are some tiny whirls,
a own design
that is unique, part of me alone,
as when I sign
in the way I make my name as my imprint;
God did consign
some things like feelings, my flesh and my mind
that a person does in no other find.
[Reference: “Thumbprint” by Eve Merriam.]
Satish Verma, 2 april 2014
The seizure,
volatile it was,
the way to tell, for the things
he did not want to say.
You suffer silently.
Coming to boiling point,
for the starkness of the torture.
The abridged wholeness was empty.
Only howling remained.
Can you measure the pain?
The depth of the wound?
Start the dialogue with the unseen?
The flame protected in the folds
of a primeval skill,
now singes the clarity.
Between you and I no space was left.
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 1 april 2014
Dance all earth
Sing more to birth
A song with heart
High and low tide - apart
Clouds have a start
Just find our part
Pray and sing to life
GOD can heal strife.
4/1/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVEt
Gert Strydom, 1 april 2014
The plain becomes disorderly, is turned upside down
when the canons of Ratel armoured cars thunder,
when rocket-launching trucks fire off their charges,
when for days everything is aflame
and then the river rushes down in that drenched summer,
soldiers are cut to the bone
by the unending barrage fire
and where villages had been
broken sacks hang and flutter
on rusted thorny wire
and all that is left is forsakenness,
the pieces of broken humanity of a shattered people
in the inaccessible pillage that war brings.
Satish Verma, 1 april 2014
Give me the whole
of a fragment,
I am standing on a frozen lake
of inadequate compassion.
The totality of implications frightens.
Look deep in my eyes
you may find the plumage
of the green peacocks. They are gone.
Walk on the burning coals
to perceive actuality. Life slaps the illusion.
Debris falls from a shooting star,
overwhelming the clouds.
Rains will not come now for a while.
History heaps few glares
on the spinning darkness.
The theater runs for an empty house.
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 31 march 2014
Flowers cover a hill
Beauty of nature
Quiet is the sound
The sun all around
Let me sit and look
Gentle sound of a brook
A bird flies softly
It's shadow crosses me.
3/31/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Gert Strydom, 31 march 2014
Constantly I do realize that who and what I am,
the gifts and abilities that I have
only is grace from God,
the possessions that I have
are only borrowed to me
for a limited time
and that God does daily use small things
to make a big difference in my life.
Satish Verma, 31 march 2014
A distended deceipt takes over,
when you,
you become the fear-
under a distorted moon, tangled,
unscripted. The damp nails
scratching,
on the skin of light
after hurricane.
Ruins stand on broken skulls
praising the icy death
bringing the race on brink.
Killer smile shatters the wholeness
of imagination. Letters dropp from memory.
Words uneven, meanings disappear.
you search
the needle to stich the history.
Satish Verma
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