Bob Gotti, 29 march 2014
Today the race, which we run, by The Lord, was already won,
As we run following His lead, He shall supply all of our need,
In this race, that we call life, following our Lord, Jesus Christ,
The race was won for all of us, that by our Lord, Christ Jesus.
Though that race has been won, sometimes it is far from fun,
With hurt and pain on the way, but, in that race we must stay,
With each path determined by, The Lord, Who reigns on high,
In accordance with God’s Plan, ordered for every saved man.
Now being led along by Grace, every bend, we now can face,
With total trust in The Son, Who, began the race for everyone,
And we must simply fix our eyes, on Christ, the ultimate prize,
For it’s God’s Son, Jesus Christ, Who is the Author of our life.
The very One who gives salvation, is the Author of destination,
Going ahead of all steps we take, no followers He will forsake,
He abides with us the whole race, to provide all needed Grace,
As those rugged pathways appear, to continue on without fear.
On every turn and bend in the road, Christ helps carry the load,
Making a heavy burden seem light, as we run through the night,
And after this life’s final bend, we shall finish in Eternity, friend.
As we finally see our Lord’s face, at the finish of this life’s race.
(Copyright ©01/2011 Bob Gotti)
Satish Verma, 29 march 2014
Unveiled,
the moon will find you
after morose beginning
of becoming – me
Homophobia creeps in,
beyond the condemnation,
the incompleteness.
You walk straight in the arms
of contradiction, confusion
smearing the wall
with your crimson, nihilistic words.
Every other person
a demi – god
stands on your fears, sends whispers
down your ears.
To abdicate the colleagues
of dawn.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 29 march 2014
Now finishing a journey with my wife, one in which uncertainty is rife,
All that’s ahead, we may not know, but forward together we must go,
Now my wife of twenty-eight years, we can face challenge and fears,
For we don’t walk this path alone, but together in Christ we’ve grown.
We’ve been together all this time, not thru chance, but God’s design,
Which has allowed this in our life, and so, together we trust in Christ,
The One, Who will see us through, guiding everything we need to do,
The Lord God, Who made us one, has decreed our path, by His Son.
Though the road ahead is long, God’s chosen ways are never wrong,
Although we may not understand, in God’s Grace, we take our stand,
Holding firm to what is understood; what God allows is for our good,
The good, we now may not see, and so we trust The God of Eternity.
Now as one flesh we’re both there, to carry the burdens and to share,
The hurt and pain along the way, as concerns, at Christ’s feet, we lay,
Knowing that we’re not in this alone, we lift our cares up to the throne,
Up to our Father’s Throne of Grace, for all undue cares, He can erase.
God shall finish what He started, with comfort as we’re heavyhearted,
When darkness does pervade our life, we have light thru Jesus Christ,
Who guides us from the start my friend, through to the very utter end,
And as members of God’s Family, we’ll be together for all of Eternity.
(Copyright ©01/2011 Bob Gotti)
Greg, 28 march 2014
I fancy myself the dissection principle
To dance in the moonlight of constipated love
Bring forth the moon to say hello
By its name
The Word calls forth
That which calls forth
Oh so poetic
In its call
Praise the flagstaff hero dance
The tragic expedition into lost romance
By gone, the passing chance
To make love in the moment
Is all over my pants
All over my pain
And regained and alone
The cycle it emerges
As hurtful lost sounds
Words that enframe
And castrate the meaning
Of poetic destruction
Of limited being
Gert Strydom, 28 march 2014
Before sunrise I lay sleeping peacefully
when you awake me
and outside the stars glitter in the dark beyond
while the moon shine silver-white.
Carefully I try to read the signs,
see the lines that only I know,
there is something in the intimacy
and your green-brown eyes gleam tenderly.
© Gert Strydom
Satish Verma, 28 march 2014
Always he was picking up and counting the pins
to distill the essence of rainbows
and find the symmetries of elementary
laws and eating leftover words from the table.
The terrorists had wired his house and he was
not aware of it. The wrinkles on the face
for the bridge destroyed, would not bring
peace within. Times were different, icy and slippery.
He hated only himself for the failure of ships
to sail through the scope of explosions
rage and tears. The madness of unchaste
happenings submerging the cognition.
His tongue was heavy, hands writing the epitaph
on air. The bald eagle scoops a bride,
slices the breasts for the green stigmata
of liberation. Ajmer, INDIA
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 28 march 2014
Poem boy - again
Just a note to send
Girl with lazy eye's
Read more - surprise
GOD made heaven
Worked 6 - rested 1
Well water - [ for sale ]
GEEE - you lookin pale.
3/27/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Bob Gotti, 27 march 2014
I could very well see the end, of my life on this earth dear friend,
For, after another hospital stay, the doctors sent me on my way,
With this cancer progressing fast, this life on earth, may not last,
With risk outweighing benefit, it was with God not doctors I went.
The Lord said, threescore and ten, is the time allotted to all men,
My life may be cut short friend, but, for me it’s not the last bend,
As this life that God has given me, God shall extend into eternity,
So when I take that last breath, I will see life with Christ not death.
But, The Hope, which I embrace, can move with Mercy and Grace,
As God with His healing hand, can do what men won’t understand,
For The Lord God, could heal me, as His Testimony, for all to see,
As God extends my earthly life, through the power of Jesus Christ.
Friend either way I have peace, that through this trial will not cease,
A peace, because I know God, Who has led me with staff and rod,
My Lord God, Savior and friend, who’s led me through every bend,
The very Author of my entire life, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
Friend either way I shall win, for I will not die, but enter into Heaven,
And if God should heal me, I shall continue for Him on this journey,
Whatever God may choose to do, my hope is that He touches you,
To move you to a hope in Christ, so you too, can have Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 27 march 2014
I’m blessed to know the Mighty Creator, Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior,
The One Who knitted me in the womb, provides for us an eternal room,
In His Father’s mansion above, provided solely by His Grace and Love,
Love poured out by God at Calvary, so that sinners can live for eternity.
The One who died for all of my sin, in my present life now dwells within,
As my Blessed Savior and Friend, guiding me in my life, at every bend,
It’s such a blessing to be assured, not by men but by my Blessed Lord,
And that He will be with me to the end, as my Lord my guide and friend.
When troubles do come, I understand, that all my times are in His hand,
The mighty hand of The Eternal God, as I journey upon this earthly sod,
On a journey that was marked out by, my Lord God, who reigns on high.
This present journey with its destiny, which ends not here but in Eternity.
It is for sure a comfort here to know, that God is with me, wherever I go,
With Christ’s Spirit dwelling inside, wherever I journey, Christ shall abide,
With me daily as I live out my life, for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
Right by my side, from place to place, as God guides me by His Grace.
The very Lord God, Who created me, intended that I would live eternally,
And since my sin had separated us, God had sent for me, Christ Jesus,
Who became for me God’s sacrifice, so that I could enter into Paradise,
So I could walk with Him forevermore, as I enter through Heaven’s Door.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 27 march 2014
Now living with life changing news, my life’s no longer set in cruise,
Though the prognosis is not good, friend this must be understood,
I do know The Mighty Physician, One involved with every decision,
From the initial course I must take, to each decision they will make.
It is my Lord God, Who oversees, all of those glaring uncertainties,
Knowing this I could understand, God directed the surgeon’s hand,
And it is this that helps me through, all that the doctors have to do,
I’m not depending on them alone, but guidance from God’s Throne.
Many vessels are used by the Lord, as gifts to all, He does afford,
Abilities to all, for His ultimate glory, to bring light to a darker story,
Very real stories in everyday life, even those who don’t know Christ,
So if the question is ever raised, it’s our Lord, who is to be praised.
My Lord is watching over me, through all the things the doctors see,
And anything they may appear to find, isn’t news to my Lord’s mind,
For God knows every path ahead, even before the latest test is read,
Giving the doctors direction too, as they proceed, in something new.
Friend, any healing that may be done, is decreed by God’s own Son,
The very Creator and Sustainer of, everything from His Throne above,
Selecting those He chooses friend, for God’s ultimate plan in the end,
So even through these darker days, to God alone, belongs the praise.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
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