Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014
We all must consider, every day, both the broad and narrow way,
For destruction, or life awaits, for all entering through both gates,
The narrow gate leads to life; the one where we find Jesus Christ,
The wide gate leads to a road of sin, a broad path of destruction.
First, one must choose a gate; the road that follows will correlate,
Wide or narrow this is my friend, with each having a different end,
We see here a clear deduction, as one’s life, the other destruction,
The choice is ours, in this life, but, only one leads to Jesus Christ.
A choice not only eternal friend, but having results before the end,
As tribulation may come today, we of God choose the narrow way,
Though the wide can be one easy life, with very little toil and strife,
The choice affects our destination, with a bearing on our salvation.
If, the narrow gate you choose, eternally my friend, you won’t lose,
The only road with an eternal view, one unfortunately chose by few,
While filled at times with tribulation, life with God is the destination,
When we finish the end of life, received in Heaven by Jesus Christ,
Not so friend with the wide gate, which is your choice, not just fate,
With many on that broad road friend, for this leads to a darker end,
Being the eternal separation from God, when you leave earth’s sod,
Far from that wide road many cherish, for you shall eternally perish.
(Copyright ©03/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014
If only more men could see, it’s not about down here, but Eternity,
But, Satan has blinded many eyes, to the Truths, he does despise,
As their heart he begins to deceive, like he did with Adam and Eve,
Questioning the very Word of God; fixing minds on the earthly sod.
For believers our job down here, is to make Gods Truth totally clear,
While fulfilling our primary role, as God moves on the wayward soul,
Being the light, which God requires, becoming all that Christ desires,
As God gives others spiritual sight, piercing darkness with His Light.
God works through the Holy Spirit, while we witness and they hear it,
Bringing light to God’s Revelation, focusing eyes upon His Salvation,
Today, believers must understand, the end for many souls is at hand,
And they will only have Eternal Life, through God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
The Truths that God put in our heart, to unbelievers we need to impart,
Knowing that The Holy Spirit is able, to change even that hardest fool,
And it’s The Lord God’s sole desire, to save all souls from eternal fire,
Through Christ’s redeeming sacrifice, providing all the way to Paradise.
All who continue believing Satan’s lie, apart from God will eternally die,
And o they must embrace God’s Truth, to avoid God’s eternal reproof,
So our task today is to lead all men, to Jesus Christ, to be Born Again,
Born from above into God’s Family, and granted life with God eternally.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014
As doctors pump me with medicine, prescribed for me by mere men,
The Lord my God is at the helm, adding to their staff a Divine Realm,
Guiding the staff in my recovery, of a disease a human eye can’t see,
As The Lord God works to deliver, me, from a cancer now in my liver.
Traveling on an unexpected journey, my Lord and God is holding me,
And as God holds me in His hand, I’m exceeding all they understand,
For the fact this day I feel wonderful, goes against their common rule,
Regarding what they have detected, I feel much better than expected.
As a Medical Field looks for praise, there’s a question I need to raise,
As the doctor’s staff race for a cure, where is the Lord in their picture,
Sure the doctors by God are used, as their medicine in me is infused,
However is this the entire story, when indeed God deserves the glory?
As the doctors continue on with me, through their prescribed therapy,
Dear friend, if and when I’m restored, it shall be ordered by The Lord,
For The Lord is the ultimate Healer, and God alone, shall will the cure,
For I am not in this all alone, as God guides doctors from His Throne.
For me, this is truly a walk of faith, as I am being led by God’s Grace,
His Grace, sufficient for every day, as God walks with me all the way,
And with His Grace, my feet are shod, as I walk this journey with God,
Who shall get the praise ultimately, here on earth and through Eternity.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014
As more darkness looms ahead, I will look to my Savior instead,
For God’s strength, one more time, in this trial, not of my design,
And as God’s done before, strength He’ll supply and much more,
As God leads me through the night, in His strength and His might.
My own endurance through this trial, will not last, there’s no denial,
God’s resources, I can’t deplete, so in God, my strength’s replete.
With His strength He gives peace, that, from God, shall not cease,
As He’s helped me in past days, He’ll strengthen me to His praise.
Though weak and frail, I may be, that strength that God grants me,
Helps me through minute to hour, not through mine but His power,
Divine power, He extends by grace, for each and every trial I face,
Through the strength of The Lord, I know my ways will be restored.
Through my own strength I would fall, but, He is Lord God over all,
Over all the ways, within my life, as I follow The Lord, Jesus Christ,
Who guides me each and every day, lighting even the darkest way,
By God, dark days are not ignored, for I’m led by Christ, my Lord,
When I am weak, He is strong, so following God, I can’t go wrong;
Grace God sends by His design, into my life, at just the right time,
So never is it too early or too late, as for God’s grace I never wait,
For He Who cares so much for me, is The Lord God, over Eternity.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014
Many people know of God, but, do not know God at all,
But, they will see His Rod, as He judges great and small,
As many live opposed to Truth, living far away from Him,
And they shall see His reproof, when judged for their sin.
Head knowledge of the Lord, is very common in our day,
However, what goes ignored, is His Truth, along the way,
As they live out their days, of their life, God is not a part,
So He receives not their praise, for He’s not in their heart.
Some know that God exists, someplace in Heaven above,
But, their ignorance persists, about The God we speak of,
Ignorance, some say is bliss, as Truth, is not in their heart,
So Heaven they’ll surely miss, hearing our Lord say depart.
What may be more than worse, for men all over the world?
Knowing God, as just a curse, when Judgment is unfurled!
Even all who know He’s there, reigning over Heaven above,
But, who simply do not care, enough to embrace His Love.
Whether they just do not care, or don’t desire to know Him,
All souls on earth, be aware, God’s coming to judge all sin;
With only those believing men, through faith in Jesus Christ,
And through Him are born again, will be granted Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Greg, 24 march 2014
Running like the rabbit
That opens up the door
For a reason to come running
Up from Mexico
The little hole
The gazing glory
Erupts like semen
Into the rotting carcass of highway life
Greg, 24 march 2014
If I stop before the flow begins
The end marks a flower
To bloom sends life to death
So preparations are made
But the bed is laid to rest
Find the seed
Deep within the words
To keep a light hidden tight
Nothing is seen
But all is heard on edge
Today
Greg, 23 march 2014
Gather together on the banks oh holy ones
Inspiration fades over time
As beauty is stretched to multiplicity
Satish Verma, 23 march 2014
That fake encounter
takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness
and terror strikes you when you were
looking for the healing torch.
Clutching the old rags of history
I sit on the pyramid of bones:
somewhere the sanity puts up a metaphore
in the abyss of ashes.
I travel with untouchables to unburden
the past; between us we throw the questions
to escape from the sizzling heat of truth,
lifting the lids of time.
Cause will suffer, the answers linger
pure as glittering lies. The purple
guilt smells of a dying flute.
Satish Verma
Greg, 22 march 2014
An unsettling pain eases over me
As night comes rushing in
To ease the glory of bygone moments
And transcend the laughter of the little girl
To sweep through what?
All to such an end
To an end in itself
A mistaken crisis of identity
Rummaging lost
To be found
Vanish into thin air
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