Bob Gotti, 11 november 2013
Shouldn’t we have a true urgency, about this thing we call eternity?
While we are in this temporal time, to help change a thinking mind;
Shouldn’t those in the Body of Christ, have an urgency in this life?
Urgency for family and friend, knowing that Grace could soon end!
Shouldn’t Scripture move our heart, within this Age to do our part?
In leading more souls to the Faith, while it is still the Age of Grace;
Shouldn’t we speak in a bolder way, of what Scripture has to say?
About the end, that faces all, peoples everywhere, great and small.
Shouldn’t Scriptures in our heart, burden us with a desire to impart,
The Truths we find in God’s Word, which so many, have not heard?
Truths that we’re not only to read, but, Truths that we all must heed,
Truths that we all must embrace, moved by God’s unmerited Grace.
Where is the urgency of our call, from Christ our Lord, to reach all?
With God’s only Truth that saves, any soul from the coming waves,
Of Christ’s soon Righteous Judgment; this is why we’ve been sent,
To reach all the spiritually lost, with God’s saving Truth at any cost.
When we’re rapture to God’s Son, this Age of Grace shall be done,
With The Restrainer out of the way, God’s Judgment, will not delay,
With strong delusion from on high, all men shall believe Satan’s lie,
Not embracing God’s Saving Truth, all shall see His strong reproof!
God’s Judgment will be their end, whether they are family or friend,
For their refusing The Truth of Christ, they will never see eternal life,
So an urgency must fill our heart, before from this earth, we depart,
So that others can enter into eternity, as members of God’s Family.
(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 11 november 2013
With darkness looming now, the question for us is, why and how?
The question’s for God’s Church, while weekly in a pew they perch,
Learning in God’s Word each week, yet, at times we do not speak,
As right has now becomes wrong, we have become a quiet throng.
Why is the Church quiet friend, about the prophesied coming end?
Why are some folks blinded to, the darkness around me and you?
Why is there not more urgency, in light of darkness which we see?
Why are some not concerned at all, while we watch our nation fall?
How can Christ’s Body be divided, as we are all to be likeminded?
How can some embrace the ways, of political figures in our days?
How can some pretend it’s right, with their views as dark as night?
How can we not be concerned, with all The Bible we have learned?
It is for the times like this in life; we need to stand for Jesus Christ,
Sealed in God’s Righteousness, we must live our life in soberness,
Being His Witnesses in the world, as we see the darkness unfurled,
Believers need to be of one mind, while we witness the end of time.
For we should not have any fear, of pointing out the darkness near,
A darkness that has blinded some, of the evil time, that have come,
Deceiving the Elect, if possible, as Satan works out his wicked will,
Preaching to us, wrong is right; we must in the dark be God’s Light.
(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 11 november 2013
I need my little light to shine, for The Savior, all the time,
That light God has put in me, for everyone around to see,
The difference now in my life, in the Light of Jesus Christ,
Each and every place I go, my light for Christ must show.
The light God has put in me, is light that leads to eternity,
A light that leads other men, to know that I’m Born Again,
Born of God’s Spirit above, providing all light I speak of,
Light that is all from God, this I say with a confident nod.
A light must shine every place, as we’re still under Grace,
In an age where wrong’s right, I need to show God’s light,
Light shines best in the dark, and it begins with His spark,
From God’s light deep within, to be light in a world of sin.
When I’m going through a trial, His light shines, no denial,
Through a trial or in a test, God’s light surely shines best,
It is Christ’s Light men see, not the strength of you or me,
For in a day when all is wrong, it is His light that is strong.
God’s light reflects true peace, that all see doesn’t cease,
Peace that is from the Lord, by others, goes not ignored,
As God affords us in this life, to point all to Jesus Christ,
For His light shines anytime, as I’m God’s and He is mine.
(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 11 november 2013
Receive The Word in your heart, and you’ll give Wisdom her start,
In your conduct as you live this life, while you follow Jesus Christ,
This, if Wisdom you will treasure, indeed, she’ll guide you forever,
Helping us on a path that’s right; leading us to walk in God’s Light.
With Wisdom’s discerning heart, from The Lord you will not depart,
As her discernment comes your way, she will lead you day by day;
Seek out Wisdom as if silver, and through grace you shall find her,
Seeking her as hidden treasure, when found, she’ll leave you never.
Through Wisdom one understands, where a Holy Lord God stands,
And exactly what God expects of us, as we follow The Lord Jesus,
By Wisdom, we know to fear The Lord, when His Word is explored,
As like silver is when we mine, we learn of God’s Righteous design.
Wisdom, in a world like this, allows us know God’s Righteousness,
His Righteous Judgment we can see, by God’s Justice and Equity,
Wisdom puts us on a righteous path, leading far from God’s wrath,
Saving God’s own from evil men, and their ways God will condemn.
Godly Wisdom shall lead all of us, onto a path of God’s Goodness,
Preserving us through all these days, while we lift to God the praise,
Who is the source of True Wisdom, leading men to God’s Kingdom,
His Kingdom that’s forever friend, where God’s Wisdom has no end.
(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 11 november 2013
Just before twilight
I could smell the heat of the sun on the wind,
the garden looked beautiful through the window
and I did long for you
when the first star appeared in the dark sky,
car lights passed in the street,
the bright moon appeared
and for long moments I did wait
on your return home.
Gert Strydom, 11 november 2013
Late in the afternoon the horizon swallowed the sun,
the flowers folded and closed there heads,
the evening star beckoned the moon
and I did think of you
and later I heard the gate open
and my heart went wild
as you did come home.
Satish Verma, 11 november 2013
Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from
anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne;
invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs,
the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration
or helium filled masks for assisting suicides were
mutilating genes. Multiasking for eugenics? Hate and revenge
hangs a body on the turret of a tank, a wrong
for wrong. A little crown, winged pollens scattered
on brittle areola, the milky way shying away from midnight
sun. The toppled vision in blindness of a tribe
unearths the skeletons of mass murders; the
fanatics changing the face value of truths.
Images do not leave the temples.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 10 november 2013
A fledged reincarnation starts a carnage
before the scared skull, ribs were missing
from the pink wraps. Eye over eye opens a split
vision, to live in a shirtless thoughts, to kill
where the truth was. An accidental lover hovers over
the green breasts, full of secret grief.
All the birds on the lake have surrendered
the sun's light to extinguished nests and flown away.
The pain of yesterday now, will haunt the bride
of moon who had to abandon the baby in mud
to be watched by wolves of garlanded priests.
The tear was me, subway was me.
The skin was changing colour, camouflaged for
shame and guilt, pleading a glimpse of fire.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 november 2013
Deluge of criminality in the moral night;
sun was taking a plunge on the falls,
in the name of cobbled up front, for our
rise and fall in the primary casuality.
Sacred contusion, on the floor of mausoleum,
when you smell like a forgotton god, and
lie in the generosity of asylum under the downy mildew.
You cannot cry in the armless death.
History begins with starvation and murders
of innocents between the blasts. Spiders were fattening
on walls eating untangled, discarded syllables.
Punishment of defeat makes you a sex slave.
The ash smeared body must lie on doormat.
Satish Verma
patty turner, 8 november 2013
she screams in pain,
like she never felted before.
she opened her eyes...
but there nothing but darkness,
and the felling of a cold knife,
going down her spin.
she cried in pain,
only to realized it wasn't even real.
she couldn't tell anymore,
she's lost in time,
she became like a puppet.
then she saw it.
a small light,
it was getting bigger and bigger.
then the girl saw her mother glowing in the light.
she smiled,
the mother hugged her like ther was no tomorrow.
saying " sorry I'm here now"
all the girl could say was
"about time"
they walked into the light,
never letting go of her mother's hand.
then the light slowly disappeared.
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