Bob Gotti, 18 october 2013
The real meaning of present life, begins at The Cross of Christ,
The cross on Mount Calvary, where Christ died for you and me,
Anywhere you travel on this sod, the Cross points men to God,
With a meaning far much higher, than any human earthly desire.
The Cross, purposed in this life, for man’s Savior, Jesus Christ,
For the earthly life of Christ Jesus, not for Him, but for all of us,
His purpose came with a price, which was to be God’s sacrifice,
As The Lord God purposed for Him, to be The Lamb for our sin.
Christ’s example is for all men, in this world, God did condemn,
After sin had entered the earth, then The Lord put down a curse;
With a plan God had initiated, in a place where Christ was hated,
Crying for Him to be crucified; for them and All, Christ had died.
The Lord had left Heaven’s majesty, to die for sinners at Calvary,
Surrendering His life for sinful man, all part of God’s eternal plan,
Where Christ became sin for us, so we could gain righteousness,
This that through Jesus Christ, fallen man could attain eternal life.
For believers now on this earth, our present life has eternal worth,
Now with that promise of paradise, we are to be a living sacrifice,
Surrendering to God, all our life, to be witnesses for Jesus Christ,
So others, by the Cross of Calvary, may also secure life eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 october 2013
God poses a warning to all, that every man on earth must call,
Call upon the Name of The Lord, as the Apostle Paul implored,
Upon His Named to be saved, no matter how lost or depraved,
Call on the Name of Jesus Christ; God will give you a New Life.
Call on The Lord from your heart; God will give you a new start.
Your new start, led by God, wherever on your journey you trod,
In Christ, a new life will begin, leading away from a world of sin,
As you seek God’s Righteousness, guided in this life by Jesus.
Believing beyond one’s mind, which is belief of a different kind,
Unless you believe in your heart, from the Lord you may depart,
Less the heart as one believes, through intellect Satan deceives,
Putting one on a faithless path, to receive with him, God’s wrath.
God’s warning to all men is real, no matter how you think or feel,
All men shall see judgment, unless they heed His call and repent,
Heed the gracious call from Him, then turn from this world of sin,
From former ways we can depart, if we follow God with our heart.
Believing with only mental assent, could lead to a religious intent,
As a casual acceptance of His call, shall lead to no change at all,
For having no true change of heart, new life for God will not start,
But, when in the heart one believes, new life in Christ, he receives.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 october 2013
So many today sporting a smile, this, as they live in denial,
Of the Lord God, their Creator, living apart from the Savior;
While some sporting a frown, are not joyful at all but down,
In full denial of the Lord above, having no true joy and love.
Many like this we see each day, yet we have so little to say,
But, in The Spirit, we must rely, in His Power, from on High,
As we seek in another’s life, to be a voice, for Jesus Christ,
A voice people may not heed, but, it is Truth that they need.
One thing cannot be ignored; all these souls need The Lord,
How can they continue to cope, without The Blessed Hope?
A hope that comes from above; Jesus, the Hope I speak of,
He’s the only one who fulfills, the deeper need in individuals.
It’s nothing new under the sun, that deeper need in everyone,
For all upon this earthly sod, the need to know the Lord God;
A vacuum in the heart of man, that needs to be and only can,
Be filled in both you and I, through God’s Spirit from on high.
The need can be filled only with, The Creator’s Awesome Gift,
God’s Gift, sent to everyone, that Gift being God’s Only Son,
Who grants all souls restoration, through grace and salvation,
Which brings peace, be assured, as one believes in The Lord.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 october 2013
Judgment Day will soon be here, what do Christians have to fear?
Nothing, for they know The Truth, we shall not see God’s Reproof,
The judgment that shall be poured, down on the earth by The Lord,
Christians are upon another path, and will not see the Lord’s Wrath.
Believers, will be judged in His Love, at Christ’s Bema Seat above,
We too will be judged, for our works, which will have eternal perks,
For all the things done for our Lord, we may receive eternal reward,
But, for all done by selfish desire, those works, will be burnt in fire,
If we do above face any trouble, it shall be hay, wood and stubble,
As all our works, Christ shall define, through the Fire of His design,
All that makes it through the fire, were our works of His pure desire,
As on earth we served Jesus Christ, during our temporal earthly life.
After this, a Supper with The Lamb, up above with The Great “I AM.”
Dining with Jesus Christ, our Lord, Who, down here, we’ve adored,
During that time upon the earth, now in Heaven, through New Birth,
For at the time that we believed, Eternal Life from Him we received.
Through Wrath we need not to cope, as His Judgment is our Hope,
For we’ll be taken from this earth, up into Heaven, in our New Birth,
Now perfect, with Christ for all time, all through God’s pure design,
To return to former ways, never, but, to reign with The Lord forever.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
Anthony DiMichele, 17 october 2013
I can't pay you back or in the fast forward
of my future's present
I can't find the present
because it is living in a fictional future
bearing my name
away
as I disappear into my work
for nothing besides the making
filling a spot on a floor for a bed
working toward revolution
in my sleep
the lies go on and on and on
I have no credibility with myself
without you involved
and you have none when you are
I want to give it all back
to you
it has always been yours
I always said never
there is always a lot of dead time
for speculation
and I find it intriguing
thank you thank you from the bottom
there is finally no where left to go
for any reason
without means
and I have mellowed into a neutral smile
a line seperating nothing
inserting its self like a scar
that stitches the tear in the face
into lips
*
Joe Breunig, 17 october 2013
Praising the Lord, on each and every Sabbath,
is a small piece of practicing “the God Habit”.
For one of the best ways for healthy livin’,
is using the brain, that you’ve been given.
Know that thoughts always precede your actions;
idle words leak power and create distractions.
Where the mind goes, the Man always follows;
is it better to walk in the Light or in shadows?
Commune with the Spirit to avoid fleshly lusts;
demonstrate that in Him, you really do trust.
Real success and fellowship is possible in life,
when you are in a sacred relationship with Christ.
Prevent the daily repetition of earthly mistakes;
Don’t be attached to this world - pull up your stakes.
To overcome evil with good choices and decisions,
you must lift up your spiritual eyes and envision…
how you are loved, with regards to His crucifixion!
Embrace this Truth and His supernatural convictions.
With our blessed Lord, one must spend quality time,
to insure the eternal hope of… walking the Godly line.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 8:5, 12:21; Gal 5:16; Col 3:1-2; 2 Cor 10:4-5;
Prov 18:20-21; 2 Tim 2:16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 17 october 2013
Your words do tear me to pieces
and I wonder how such things come from your mouth?
I have disguised my bitter pain from you
and too many times I had to swallow away my own humanity.
Everything that I can I have pressed into our love
and at times my own will have been almost mute,
while I hoped for love to flower again
but by force you have twisted my life around
and now I know that nothing can melt the ice in your glacier-heart
not even my blood, the sun or whatever my love does
and it’s as if you are a part of an ice-age
but maybe you are tuned to your own ways and things,
do prefer this cold season above spring and summer
and at times six months of darkness.
Gert Strydom, 17 october 2013
Your words do tear me to pieces
and I wonder how such things come from your mouth?
I have disguised my bitter pain from you
and too many times I had to swallow away my own humanity.
Everything that I can I have pressed into our love
and at times my own will have been almost mute,
while I hoped for love to flower again
but by force you have twisted my life around
and now I know that nothing can melt the ice in your glacier-heart
not even my blood, the sun or whatever my love does
and it’s as if you are a part of an ice-age
but maybe you are tuned to your own ways and things,
do prefer this cold season above spring and summer
and at times six months of darkness.
Gert Strydom, 17 october 2013
When life keeps folding in on you
and half scared off you look at the whole world
where without understanding it’s hostile against you
and like a hungry fox you do keep at a distance
with a kind of unrest burning in you
as if every hand and tooth
wants to devour you
while you leave bloody tracks in the sand
and you do hear your own small cries
when you become unemployed
just before your days of old age
and aliens gather like vultures around you
and against this kind of madness
you are totally mute.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2013
the pulsating ache of flogging
after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared
with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal
for the drooping roses under the black wings
of shame when in our translucency we were
generously distributing arms to legless boys
for transporting the name across the aisle of memories,
the history repeats again in agony
of centuries. The salt inside a name wakes up
a darkness hauled up from eyes of faithfulls
between the sentences and nude angels, a stroke
will empty the womb of earth;
i do not want to know, what will happen to shaking
robots of mercy-homes, drilling the holes in
walls of love? Will the rain come again of red
drizzle on the mountains, the drought had already sucked up
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