Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Truly Thankful


Today I am truly thankful Lord, for all, to me, that you afford,
For all the peace along the way, that you grant me every day,
On mountain high or valley low, you are there to let me know,
Upon a path, both me and you, on my journey, you foreknew.
 
On my journey, there’s even more, in Jesus Christ, I’m secure,
When things about me tend to fail, in Christ alone I will prevail,
As you send much needed grace, while I’m in this earthly race,
While on my way to the finish line, on a course of your design.
 
On this journey, that I speak of, you lead me daily from above,
Guiding me in love all my days, as you teach to me your ways,
Ways, I don’t always understand, as you hold me in your hand,
On the path planned out for me, while you guide me to eternity.
 
In you, my Lord, I always find rest, through any trial or any test,
Rest, in the most troubled of days, when only you, I can praise,
As you give me an assuring calm, while I’m safely in your palm,
In your hand to stay through all, the earthly trials, big and small.
 
You afford me, on this journey, so much on my way to eternity,
With so much more ahead for us, who abide in The Lord Jesus,
And till we see our eternal place, we’re sustained by your grace,
Filling us with peace and love, while we long to be home above.
 
(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)


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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Through Every Day


The Lord has and shall always; see me through all my days,
Whatever will come before me, His Gracious hand I will see,
As my life The Lord does guide, with my Savior by my side,
Through any task, large or small, He’s the Lord God over all.
 
I seek God’s face in the morning, before any trial or warning,
When talking to Him, anywhere, my Lord God’s always there,
I just share what’s on my heart, knowing to me He will impart,
Calm, for another day down here, as I cast to Him every fear.
 
I always reach the Throne of Grace, any time, from any place,
To talk about issues at hand, all things I may not understand,
God may not alter the day ahead, but He’s always, like I said,
There, whenever I need to talk, anywhere along my daily walk.
 
Each day from beginning to end, I speak to God, as a friend,
Who helps me with doubt I face, to supply the needed grace,
Always an ear along the way, to help me through another day,
And in God, I’m always assured, I am in the Hand of my Lord.
 
In my days, as they come and go, this for sure I always know,
I’m guided by The Lord above, who leads me daily in His love,
And when I pause to talk to Him, He fills me with peace within,
Through the day into the night, He is always, my guiding Light.
 
(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)


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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Worship


Worshippers by God are sought, from the souls He has bought,
Every believer bought by Christ, to worship throughout their life;
The worship that God does seek, is more than just once a week,
It’s far beyond a weekly throng, of believers lifting up their song.
 
Worship is not in part, but whole, all one’s mind, body, and soul,
We’re to worship in spirit and Truth, with active worship as proof,
Worshipfully seeking God’s face, this, at any time and any place,
Truly lifting up our heart to Him, with worshipful intent not a whim.
 
We worship any time or hour, compelled by love and Holy power.
As we truly lift up our heart to God, anywhere on this earthly sod,
Lifting up Worship to The Lord, worthy to be praised and adored,
For all that The Lord God has done, in giving to us His Only Son.
 
Our worship is for every nation, a worshipful praise for Salvation,
God’s Salvation, offered to us, through The Savior, Christ Jesus,
Worshipfully telling Salvation’s story, all to the Lord God’s Glory,
Thinking on Him, we truly rejoice, lifting up praise, with one voice.
 
Compared to God we’re quite small, so we worship Christ in awe,
Bowing our hearts in humbleness, as we extol His Righteousness,
For he had left His Eternal Throne, to redeem us as His very Own,
So, we go on in worshipful praise, throughout all our earthly days.
 
(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)


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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

By God


By God, we were sealed, when we were spiritually healed,
Sealed by The Savior Himself, His seal appears in stealth,
To all outside of Jesus Christ, but we’re sealed in this life,
In a New Life, God will reveal, in all, marked with His Seal.
 
By God, we were saved, when sinfully lost and depraved,
Saved by His Spirit above, through God’s wonderful love,
It was God, who loved us first, when we were at our worst,
In spite of how we behaved, by His Grace we were saved.
 
By God, we were sought, as new creations being wrought,
While we were not seeking Him, truly lost in a world of sin,
He not only found all of us, but, led us to The Lord Jesus,
By Whom, we were bought, saving all who He had sought.
 
By God, we were redeemed, unbelievable it really seemed,
Yet He bought us on earth, imputing to us His Son’s worth,
It is The Lord’s Righteousness, that God has granted to us,
His Righteousness is what beams, from those He redeems.
 
The Spirit’s seal is our guarantee, that we shall live eternally,
Saved out of this world of sin, God’s Spirit now lives within,
It was God Who sought His own, from His Heavenly Throne,
Redeeming men, in this life, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
 
(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 november 2013

I cannot forget

I cannot forget
how unnoticed
for a week we follow tracks
 
where women terrorists
go to a native village
to trade their bodies
 
and they bring back food
 
and leave weapons, ammunition, landmines
and hand-grenades at that place
 
how that women
break away unnoticed from that village
and plant landmines in a road
 
and a farmer and his wife and child
with their pickup truck lie blown to bits
 
and I wonder if those people
did not also want a life?


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 november 2013

In the dark night I load rockets

In the dark night I load rockets
and stand away
while they are fired against the enemy
and I see them drawing red lines
with long flames
burning beyond them
 
and its like as a child
when I went to the drive-in
and saw how they shoot men off
into space,
on the way to the moon
 
but these rockets are aimed
at T55 tanks and BTR armoured cars
and soldiers of the Cuban and FAPLA enemy
that burn in unquenched flames
 
when at a distance the deadly arrows rain down
and I can smell the fragrance of death,
gunpowder and prosperous
on the evening breeze
while I watch the fireworks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2013

THIS DAY

It was inheritance of pain. I should
have known. Incontinent, she was scared
to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding
the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad

floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in
an incubator, row of infants, life snuffed out in flames;
of being. I want to know ontology, need a
spinal surgery; somebody wants to abort a fetus,

because of mistaken identity, an alien egg
was implanted; racing time, bitter and corrosive,
it happned for the first time; karma, you say.
I don’t agree, you need camel’s milk to clear

your thoughts, like clenched fist against the
darkness; the little child, lad, infants, mortality after
a wrong calculation; the test tubes and petri-dishes,
need despoiling while the soul screams in a

cage; I am ready to jump out of the window,
stories down on the legends, unburdened!


Satish Verma


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Anthony DiMichele

Anthony DiMichele, 28 november 2013

Thanksgiving

Only cannibals eat other animals
Smart meat
evolves
to veganism~ consider it
meet for your mind
*


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 november 2013

Only once in a lifetime

There is a kind of flower
that only once a year
opens her buds
and when the moon rises full and bright
shows her colours
while people await
the appears of her flowers
in silence in a temple
as if she is holy.
 
Only once in a lifetime
there is a girl that is like an angel
without any match
 
and that woman
I have found in you.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 november 2013

Night

The joy that you bring
when we are alone with one white candle
glowing in our room
 
while you draw me into a hot embrace
covers all other things,
even sand, grass, flowers and trees
that is outside,
 
causes me to want the sun
to leave the blue sky
to have you near to me
and to dream while you are here.


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