Bob Gotti, 2 october 2013
It’s God’s time, not mine friend, when my life here shall end,
Written in His Eternal Plan, including every woman and man,
With all life’s hows and whys, mixed throughout, in disguise,
Where, in this life God leads, taking care of temporal needs.
Temporal is time down here, the Bible makes this very clear,
That all upon this earth will die, this includes both you and I,
Then all shall see their Creator, even if He is not their Savior,
It doesn’t matter if you believe; a visit by Him all will receive.
When on earth I no longer roam, I will be in my eternal home,
When I depart this earthly place, lifted up all by God’s grace,
With an Eternity for me in store, this life, is recalled no more,
For I will live with God forever, with death encountered never.
This is what’s ahead for me, as from here I step into eternity,
A place for me above in Heaven, far from all spiritual leaven,
With a heart and mind that’s pure, in perfection, forevermore,
Death for me is eternal life; into the presence of Jesus Christ.
Eternal Judgment I shall not see, as Christ’s Spirit lives in me,
For by faith, I believed in Him, so Christ forgave all of my sin;
The only thing better dear friend, than death, at this life’s end,
With the rapture, a possibility; Christ in the clouds to meet me.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 2 october 2013
I hope you are blessed my friend, in the time that you spend,
While here on the temporal earth, living for all that life’s worth,
But true blessing you only receive, when in Christ you believe,
Believing in the Only Son of God, while upon this earthly sod.
Regardless of how long my friend, this life here soon will end,
But, here God would have you see, ahead for all is an eternity,
A time ahead, with or without, The Lord, is Who I speak about,
The Eternal Creator of every man, has indeed His Eternal Plan.
Time down here for you and me, is to think about that eternity,
That time everyone will know, whatever way you choose to go,
Here, with or without The Lord, by God you will not be ignored,
To ignore or hear God’s voice, leads you to that eternal choice.
Whatever choice that you make, one to embrace or to forsake,
The Lord God of all creation, shall affect your final destination,
In this time which is temporal, and a future one which is eternal,
As your present choices my friend, will impact your eternal end.
The choice my friend is to accept, The Lord, whom many reject,
To on this earth, be truly blessed, and to enter into, eternal rest,
But those who choose rejection, will step into eternal separation,
While those who chose Jesus Christ, shall enter into Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 2 october 2013
Looking into the mirror of Scripture, I am able see a truer picture,
Of who I am and what my life is, in view of God’s Righteousness,
The reflection of me in light of, The Holy Lord, Who reigns above,
It gives me The Lord’s true value, of that person, I thought I knew.
I observe, in that poor reflection, a lack on my part, of subjection,
That, to The Holy Spirit of God, in places where I sometimes trod,
While living sometimes far below, God’s Holiness, that I do know,
Living sometimes with one foot in, this fallen world, filled with sin.
The longer I walk with Jesus Christ, the more I question of my life,
Just why did The God of Eternity, reach in darkness, to touch me,
Touching this dark wayward heart, than offer me a brand new start,
A new start, while still on the earth, when I received a Spiritual Birth.
With that birth, He opened my eyes, to a God, both Holy and Wise,
One, who knows my very being; knowing about my life, everything,
So the more I grow, I also realize, things about me which I despise,
It begs the question, why does He, love such a sinful soul like me?
When I look into Scripture’s mirror, next to The Lord, I’m so inferior,
When in that mirror I see my face; I’m again reminded of His Grace,
That God saved a wretch like me, to reign with Him through eternity,
However, very soon, I’ll be like Him, glorified and totally free of sin.
(Copyright ©11/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 2 october 2013
My life is all about three cords, for my entire life is The Lord’s,
While in this very present life, God granted me a beautiful wife,
For she is one of two strands, while we’re both in God’s hands,
With Christ being the third cord, for in our Savior we’re secured.
We are both secure in this world, as trials about us are unfurled,
Fully secure in the hands of God, while we’re on the earthly sod,
While waiting for our Blessed Hope, God helps us to daily cope,
For He is our hope along the way, providing grace for every day.
Many times we do not understand, but, we’re secure in His hand,
From God’s hand we cannot fall, as He is The Lord God over all,
God is over each trial we face, supplying to us all needed grace,
Guiding both me and my wife, through all the trials within our life.
Our hope is not in what we see, but, in The Lord God of Eternity.
Focusing not on uncertainty ahead, but, on Jesus Christ instead,
As uncertainties we leave to Him, God’s peace then dwells within,
As together we’re in one accord, while totally trusting in The Lord.
This life prepared for both of us, is in the control of Christ Jesus,
Christ, who brought us both together, guides us now and forever;
We may not understand His ways, but, He deserves all our praise,
For we are both strands of a cord, sustained always, by our Lord.
(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)
Naeem, 2 october 2013
Some words were in my mouth
but they were never spoken.
They flew along the lines of clouds
as they dissolved and remained broken.
And when they laid me below ground,
a place so dark deep down.
Would you then even cared to smile
to what my voice always had to say
Ah, how I pleaded for some more time,
but you weren't there that day.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Satish Verma, 2 october 2013
One wardrobe malfunction
was a blast, a kill;
undressing imagination.
I was ready for an ambush.
Like boa's grip, entwined, strangulating,
hardly breathing. I am in blue water
like a humpback whale;
donot go for the revenge.
It was not the fabric of flesh
hair and bones. I was tasting
the ash falling off the forehead
of a fallen saint.
The smile was going up for sale
in a gulp of greed.
Tomorrow morning I will find
amnion shaved on street.
Satish Verma
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