Bob Gotti, 13 december 2013
This is the season Christ was given, so His Spirit could then live in,
In the very heart of earthly men, when believers are truly born again;
The Holy Spirit is what I speak of, sent by God from Heaven above,
Sent down to all who truly believe, God’s Spirit, all believers receive.
Today on earth for many living, this has become a season of giving,
Giving, which began with The Lord, Who, by many, today is ignored,
Focusing today on their biggest gift, creates for many a spiritual rift,
A separation with God between, those engrossed in a holiday scene.
While seeking for others big gifts, in the true madness of Christmas,
Many don’t seek the best gift of all, the One, delivered inside a stall,
The One with an unmatched price, who actually became our sacrifice,
That One Gift being Jesus Christ, Who, offers us a gift of eternal life.
Christ was sent to all by God above; God’s Gift of unparalleled Love.
Christ, who’s actually the only reason, why we even have this season,
Yet the many today continue to ignore, Christ, Who came well before
All those now presently on earth, to offer those souls a spiritual birth.
Christmas by many, is truly spent, ignoring that Gift, which God sent,
To not just one, but every nation, to bring to all men God’s Salvation,
The Greatest Gift to all mankind, One which many today leave behind,
With God lost in their holiday strife, as they continue on in a futile life.
(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 13 december 2013
As believers reflect on this season, the holiday with but, one reason,
In a season which bears His name, we reflect on the One, who came,
The One, Who came for everyone, God’s One and Only Eternal Son,
The One, Who came for all of us, The Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus.
During this special time of the year, how many today truly draw near,
The One, sent from heaven above, He who fills this season with love,
Not simply a love, that passes by, but, God’s Love, from up on high,
Love, beyond our human reason, which, extends beyond this season.
Real Truth, that men need to hear, is so absent from this time of year,
The Truth that nations proclaim, in this season, which bears His Name,
Though the name’s altered by some, it’s still about when He did come.
Being God’s Gift, sent to everyone, Jesus, God’s Only Begotten Son.
This is the season for every life, to reflect on our Savior, Jesus Christ,
The Author of life and our Creator, Who came to be the world’s Savior,
But, in this postmodern world, Christmas Truth, people seldom herald,
In this world that is so fast-paced, Christmas Truth has been replaced,
With an empty meaning so far from, Truth, that would have men come,
To The Lord sent to every nation, to receive from Him God’s Salvation;
But, this season and for all year long, Christmas can be a lasting song,
In your heart through truthful gleaning, giving Christmas a real meaning.
(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 13 december 2013
Today Christians rejoice in Emmanuel, The Lord God of Israel,
The Lord sent as Messiah to them, is The Lord God of all men,
The Savior, sent to Israel first, is Living Water for all who thirst,
He is for men The Bread of Life, Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Emmanuel means “God with us”, in the person of Christ Jesus,
He came to God’s chosen nation, to bring Israel, His Salvation,
To save His people from their sin, all that darkness deep within,
In that darkness they didn’t see, Christ was the Lord of Eternity.
Because of that nation’s denial, Christ would turn to the Gentile,
Men, walking in spiritual darkness, would see the light of Jesus,
All those in the spiritual night, could come to The Savior’s Light,
Now obtainable to every nation, was The Lord’s Great Salvation.
Now not aliens of the Covenant, are all embracing The One sent,
The One sent to all the world, as God’s Revelation was unfurled,
Christ fulfilling ancient prophecy, so all in darkness now will see,
Jews and Christians now are one, through The Body of The Son.
Salvation is offered to all men, when in Christ they’re born again,
Born of God’s Spirit from above, available to all by God’s Love,
As Christ came to do God’s will, saving both Gentiles and Israel,
The Lord Savior of all of us, all through Emmanuel, Christ Jesus.
(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 13 december 2013
Say Christ at Christmas, men pause, isn’t it about Santa Claus?
Isn’t he that one, who comes, for all of our daughters our sons,
Bringing presents for everyone, creating for us all, holiday fun?
Say that Jesus is the ultimate Gift; simply creates a spiritual rift,
A gift for whom, they may say, even though it is Christmas Day,
Is not Christmas all about toys, for our precious girls and boys?
Mention at all the baby Jesus; they reply, He is not for all of us,
Speaking of Christ, He’s the one, who came down for everyone,
The only Son of The Eternal God, sent from Heaven to this sod.
Speaking of the Man Jesus Christ, you will create political strife,
For we must be politically correct, not to mention at all that sect,
Christ is never to be spoken of, during a season that we all love.
Mention at Christmas the Savior, many don’t believe in a Creator,
Accountability, they have none; they have no regard for His Son,
Christ, being the one they need, Christmas Truth they don’t heed.
Just mention at Christmas Calvary, they say what about the tree?
The one on which He was crucified, when for all, the Savior died?
Even all who’ve yet to believe, yes, God’s Truth they can receive.
Friend, what is the exact reason, we have the Christmas Season?
It’s not for presents, but God’s Son, Who was born for everyone,
And Jesus Christ is His name, Who, well before Christmas came!
(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)
Joe Breunig, 12 december 2013
Do you believe the idea,
of being made in His image?
Can you dispute that we are
clothed with the beauty,
of a spiritual accent?
Few will doubt, our composition
of mind, body and soul.
Will technology allow us to see
our spirit’s rainbow glow…
of being iridescent?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 1:27
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.
But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.
So I will take some time away, to be alone with you
and we will find a rocky cove, where the sea is blue.
As we watch the children play, we’ll wonder at it all
then I’ll steal a kiss from you, as the waves caress the shore.
And I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you strolling by the sea.
We’ll take a walk across the cliffs, up where the seagulls fly
and watch the sea crash on the rocks, as the clouds drift by.
Then we’ll stroll down to the beach, to find a shell or two
and watch the surf ride on the tide, just glad it’s me and you.
The winter has us in its grip, now snow has fallen too
but my thoughts are of summer days, just being alone with you.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Maybe, just one child is all it would take
born into this world of conflict and hate.
To grow up with a voice all men would hear
who would speak of peace, not war and fear.
Someone who would bring the world peace
and encourage all wars and cruelty to cease.
A man, or woman, the world would listen to
I’m just a man with a simple point of view.
But could it be, it’s already happened before
and no one will listen to anyone anymore.
Perhaps we just need it all to happen again
but would we just listen and carry on the same.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Living in another world
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.
So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.
Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.
I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.
I’m taking the early plane
to be home with you tonight.
Knowing we’ll be together
and I can kiss you goodnight.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!
The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.
Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
( Christmas time, when I was a boy)
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2013
Who would have thought that a time would come
where daylilies flower right through the winter
and that I would find my wife and darling
in my days of old age?
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