Bob Gotti, 24 december 2013
Life is simply what it is, but I’m blessed to know Jesus,
Who is my guide in this life, even in the pain and strife,
He’s indeed a light to me, in dark times to help me see,
Christ is forever by my side, as God helps me to abide.
To abide in Christ is a must, when in God I put my trust,
With trust, comes His Grace, guiding me place to place,
While I live my life in faith, He supplies abundant Grace,
Grace sufficient for my need, as the Living Word I heed.
His Word lights the path I trod, led by The Truth of God,
Truths not always easy to bear, but, I am under His care,
Shielded from unknown harms, safe in everlasting arms,
Wherever my path may lead, Christ supplies every need.
Secure in God’s arms of love, as I’m led from up above,
With God above is security, knowing my path to eternity,
Even through trials below, grace and mercy He will show,
To all souls who live this life, for the Savior, Jesus Christ.
And so this life, I live for Him, in this world cursed by sin,
Through hard times of pain, as I have eternity yet to gain,
For this life is nothing friend, compare to life with no end,
Not here but in eternal life, living forever with Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 december 2013
There is another bend in the road, again with another heavy load,
A heavy load of concern and care, another load in which to bear,
Yes, for another time in this life, I will have to go under the knife,
For The Lord has willed for me, yet, one more necessary surgery.
It’s not only me filled with cares, but, concerns my family shares,
It is especially in times like this, when we trust in The Lord Jesus,
As concerns around us are rife, He comforts my concerned wife.
Who is bearing yet another load, as we travel down another road.
I am not eager for the time ahead, laid up in another hospital bed,
And far away from my normal routine, while in that hospital scene,
Again, limited in all that I can do, while The Lord sees me through,
Back again, with my family instead, while far from a hospital bed.
But The Lord knew well before, I’ll have to enter the hospital door,
And why I needed surgery again, as He guides the hands of men,
While they wield that surgical knife, guided by The Creator of life,
So as they work with their hands, the Lord by me faithfully stands.
All this as God works in my days, for my good and God’s Praise,
As The Lord’s comfort and peace, trumps this now awful disease,
While each day I’m again assured, this battle belongs to my Lord,
As God brings me closer for sure, to His timely and ultimate cure.
(Copyright ©09/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 december 2013
There is a God, indeed my friend, as all shall see come the end,
The God of love, who sent His Son, into this world for everyone,
Everyone’s Sovereign Creator, was sent to be the world’s Savior,
Though a God of love, He is just, God in whom we need to trust.
Although a God we cannot see, He is sovereign over all Eternity,
Creator of the heavenly sphere, and all of that we see down here,
The Creator of all we see on earth, God behind every human birth,
Creator of all the animal world, and all around us He has unfurled.
In His image, God created man, a greater part of His eternal plan,
Created for fellowship with Him, then, Satan seduced man to sin,
This had separated man from God, so He cursed this earthly sod,
Although Satan caused man to fall, God, is still The Lord over all!
As Creator, God made the move, and man’s fall God did reprove,
With separation, from sinful man, but, redemption was in His plan,
As God would provide restoration, of the world through Salvation,
And fellowship could be restored, through Jesus Christ, The Lord.
Today man is accountable to Him, as we are creatures born in sin,
And all must come to Christ Jesus, Who, took on sin for all of us,
Justifying man at the cross of Calvary, so man could live eternally,
Reconciled to a Holy God above, through His Just and Holy Love.
(Copyright ©09/2011 Bob Gotti)
angel paul kaitharan, 23 december 2013
going back to the time
when i was a little girl
brought back the nostalgic memories
of those good old days
looking back i found a girl
Who was woken up by her mother’s kiss,
Who made her mom run around with her food,
Who slept beside her to hear the unending tales.
And when it was her first day to school,
I remember her hands clutching her mom’s
With those tearful eyes,
When her mom left her alone amidst many strangers.
She was then a mommy’s girl.
And then she grew up.
Now, she never wakes up by that loving kiss-
She lives in a world woven by herself.
Those people who were mere strangers,
Are now her dear ones.
She has no time for those lovely tales,
Nor any time to spare for the one who was once her friend.
The girl has grown up
Losing all the innocence of her childhood.
It’s rightly said,
“The best days are the good old days”
angel paul kaitharan, 23 december 2013
She was then a child
Who circled around her mother
Refusing to leave her presence
The world in her eyes
Was then a fairy land
With people all around who were caring
And wanted the best of her
She believed all what she saw
And what was told to her
Everything around was fair and beautiful
And nothing felt better
Than living in this world
But then she grew up
And realized;
All that glittered was not gold
The world was a different world
Everything which felt right once
Was not right anymore
It had a darker side
Which was ugly and frightening
Not all people were good
Nnd one got to choose good and bad
She finally understood
Living here is an act of survival
This is the process of growing up
Which sometimes bring us pain
But still you gotta survive !
steve, 23 december 2013
It lies in wait.. a dormant beast...
residing where there's none...
In the hills.. and caves of dark...
where rocks are weighed in tons,
Waiting for the blood-red moon...
when slumber is no more...
It rises from the darkest depths...
and steps out of ancient lore,
You strain your eyes to see it...
through the shadows of the trees...
But you know that something lies in wait...
you can smell it in the breeze,
The crackling of a breaking branch...
the rustling in the brush...
Your heart pounds like thunder...
and your blood begins to rush,
You turn to see those big red eyes...
as they are set on you...
And the distant echo's of your screams...
too late for legends true,
It roams the hills on moonless nights...
in search of scattered souls...
A thousand years.. it hasn't changed...
and no one knows the toll,
Legends warn.. of thee beware...
what lies beyond the road...
The Beast of Agua Fria lives...
where blood-red river's flow.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2013
Through the elements of fear in faith
you become vulnerable to conversing legends.
The reclining god was stolen from the temple
for a weeping skull.
Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes
in a terracotta urn were not involved
of a body disrobed. A prosaic
flight of birds was circling around a humpback
sleeping on a lone bench.There were no qualms
in valley of ebbing coat of arms.
You want to coax the nuts and screws
to shut the thousand windows.
A pinhole camera may not be able to capture the light.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 december 2013
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall of extremes
was overlapping the sunset of empire.
I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire
raging in petunias. The emotions are becoming
volatile after the rape of a child. Is there any
medicine for rape? Nowhere on earth, the violence
stops moving shirtless. The dead century hangs
from the eyelashes, traces the dried up tears.
Some people think, bricks are weightier than
truth. They burn the buses under a weeping
willow. A high caste god will not glaze beyond
the frozen lake of crutches. Belongings on a
striped road vanish in books. A hate gift
drops on tulips.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013
About that baby, Christ The Lord, people on earth cannot afford,
To forget about the one who came, in the Power of God’s Name;
He came as both man and God, from Heaven to this earthly sod,
Coming for God’s nation Israel, and all the nations per God’s will.
The one who came for all of us, was to be given the name Jesus,
For by the power given Him, He’d save His people, from their sin,
The angel would go on to tell, he’d be given the name Emmanuel,
Describing the presence of Jesus; a name meaning “God with us”.
He came to set His people free, but they had eyes that didn’t see,
He was that One spoken of, by the prophets, from Heaven above,
And so Christ turned from Israel, to other nations with His Gospel,
From Jerusalem, into every nation, God would send His Salvation.
Christ turned His light to the world, with the Age of Grace unfurled,
As the Church began at Pentecost; its mission to reach all the lost,
With all the Authority given to Him, to save a world dying from sin,
In the last days, by God, revealed, for man to be spiritually healed.
Born a baby to die as God’s Lamb, but rose again, being the I Am,
He’s coming back in power again; who will be accountable, all men!
Today, being the day of salvation, all must embrace His Revelation,
For a man to enter into eternal life, they must embrace Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013
With our dark journey behind, we need from God, peace of mind,
Regarding just what our future holds, as this present life unfolds,
God needs to help all my family, to see He’s still God of Eternity,
Ways He used to help us through, God above will continue to do.
Together we must trust God above, in all things that we speak of,
To trust the Lord with all our heart, Truth, which we mustn’t depart,
Acknowledging Him in all our ways, relying upon Him all our days,
And The Lord will direct our path, through our journey’s aftermath.
Our journey has been a long one, and at times, very far from fun,
But, even in the darkest place, our Lord supplied abundant grace,
Grace which came always on time, not by ours but God’s design,
As He walks us through this life, to build our faith in Jesus Christ.
The future can be uncertain to us, and so we look to Christ Jesus,
Although it may be unsure at best, He has helped us in every test,
As The Lord God molds my family, for a future He called Eternity,
Where uncertainty won’t be found, not on earth but eternal ground.
On The Rock we’ll need to stand, in the times we don’t understand,
Not relying upon what we know, but trusting in what God will show,
Through His Power and His Grace, as, in God, we live out our faith,
Preparing each of us in His Son, for a future home in His Kingdom.
(Copyright ©10/2011 Bob Gotti)
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