Bob Gotti, 17 september 2013
I serve a God of all comfort, when I am faced with pain and hurt,
In this fallen world, filled with strife, God comforts me in this life,
In an evil world, tainted by sin, He comforts all who come to Him,
God Comforts those in this life, who truly belong to Jesus Christ.
He comforts us in the knowledge of, how The Lord reigns above,
In the knowledge of how He has, comforted believers in the past,
How He said from the start, from believers, He shall never depart,
With knowledge of life ahead for me, with Jesus Christ in Eternity.
We are comforted in God’s love, as Christ guides us from above,
Those who come to Him in faith, God supports with loving Grace,
God’s love that leads all of us, those who belong to Christ Jesus;
The never ending Love of God, always with us on this earthly sod.
God comforts us with His peace, that during trials does not cease,
All understand His peace exceeds, as God meets all of our needs,
His peace doesn’t waver friend, from the start of trials to their end,
As in any trial that we go through, His peace comforts me and you.
God comforts us with His Power, all through the very darkest hour,
This during any trial that we face, as God provides sufficient grace,
For with God’s power, we can cope, focused on our Blessed Hope,
Our Blessed Savior Jesus Christ, who will usher us into Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 17 september 2013
I need the Lord’s transforming power, every day and every hour,
That in my heart He will shower, abundantly His changing power,
For when my heart goes astray, I need His power along the way,
To stay the path ordered for me, a changed heart, for all to see.
I know my friend, that I am saved, but my heart is still depraved,
That old man is fighting within, tempting me, always towards sin,
To spout off, in my older ways, just like I walked in former days,
The ways I need to leave behind, while God transforms my mind.
While this battle inside me rages, carnal thoughts are the wages,
When I give into the fleshly urges, an action or comment surges,
One which is not honoring to, The One, Who saved me and you,
This, as I fall back into old ways, influenced by my former days.
Days that I knew not The Lord, when righteousness was ignored,
My former life when I knew not Him, I lived my life in flagrant sin,
But behind me they all must stay, as I walk on life’s Narrow Way,
By God’s Power, in my life, to live for the honor of Jesus Christ.
I’m here to be a witness friend, so I must allow The Lord to rend,
These old ways from my behavior, to be that light for my Savior,
As Christ purges me of all dross, this by the power of the Cross,
Continually transforming my life, all for the honor of Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 17 september 2013
Many experience religion in this life, but few have met Jesus Christ,
For in many churches you shall find, religious people of every kind,
They religiously go every week, but, what is it that they really seek?
Eternal Truths from God my friend, or is religion their ultimate end?
Religion is man’s attempt to fill, a need for God, through man’s will,
Man needs to fill an emptiness, found only in God’s Righteousness,
A righteousness obtained through, Christ, who died for me and you,
Not from man’s traditional piety, but through the Grace from Calvary.
To church many will religiously go, while The Lord they do not know,
Jesus Christ the head of His Church, even though they weekly perch;
They may know facts about the Lord, but, Truth He spoke is ignored,
For many churches are filled with men, who haven’t been Born Again.
Born of God, by His Spirit above, beyond all the facts they know of,
So brought into the family of God, to make a difference on this sod,
To walk with God in newness of life, in the power of the Jesus Christ,
Leading into New Life, dear friend, as religious ways come to an end.
The difference in religion and faith, is a relationship attained by grace,
A personal kinship with The Savior, so one can walk with their Creator,
The One who provided the only way, to walk with our Lord day to day,
To abandon religion that’s so rife, to a faith by Grace, in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 17 september 2013
Another journey half way through, again my Lord, I depend on you,
For you’re my Lord, God and friend, so on you I shall fully depend,
As my times get dark and bleak, your direction and comfort I seek,
Your Love for me is my uptake, knowing my life you won’t forsake.
You strengthen me when I’m weak, as comfort, in your Word I seek,
For when I’m weary you’re strong, when those darker days are long,
You truly raise me up when I fall, with true compassion through it all,
Always with a gentle loving hand, you raise me up to help me stand.
Your compassions are new every day, as I journey down a dark way,
On a path that I wouldn’t choose, where real peace I sometimes lose,
As uncertainty swirls all around, my true peace in you alone is found,
That is not simply a temporal peace, but, certainty that will not cease.
A certainty you put in my heart, which assures me you will not depart,
From the path you determined for me, although at times I cannot see,
Just what exactly may lie ahead, so you remind me how you have led,
Me safely during each time and place, always in your abundant Grace.
As in this life you lead me through, ahead to a place prepared by you,
In a time ahead filled with certainty, that time we shall know as eternity,
Where you will make all things right, as you eradicate the dark of night,
With only the Light of Jesus Christ, when I finally enter into Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 17 september 2013
Discipleship is God’s purpose, of every believer in Christ Jesus,
We are here to share Jesus Christ, with those who touch our life,
We’re sent to see men receive, the Truth of God, that we believe,
We’re here to share with the lost, saving Truth, whatever the cost.
Even in suffering we can proclaim, The Name above every name,
That Name above is Jesus Christ, Who, suffered as our sacrifice;
With Good News that’s never old, as His witness we can be bold,
Sharing God’s Truth of salvation, with any and all of every nation.
Entrusted with a task from God, to share Truth, wherever we trod,
Sent with the message of Christ, the Gospel Truth of Eternal Life;
With integrity, we must preach, The Word of God, to all we reach,
Reaching out with Truth to men, in Christ they must be born again.
We don’t share for personal gain, for us, there is nothing to attain,
Neither glory from men or fame, for all our effort, is for His Name,
As all glory goes to God above, as Jesus is that Name I speak of,
The only Name above every nation, in which men receive salvation.
As a mother tends to her child, our witness can be gentle and mild,
But exhortation mustn’t be denied; as a father, we must also guide;
Walking godly before all others, as we desire to call them brothers,
As new life in Christ they gain, our discipleship for Him isn’t in vain.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 17 september 2013
Beautiful, solitary in the field
I hear her song
where it forever will haunt my mind;
I pass along
the twisting long road, hearing it again;
it does belong
to a small green bird that is twittering
as continually lovely it does sing
Gert Strydom, 17 september 2013
This morning there are sparrows, a coucal and weavers
that gathers on the few maize cobs near to the fig trees
and a plover acts as if its wing is broken,
tries to attract the cat away from its nest
and the ginger Persian cat sneaks nearer,
treads carefully between each blade of grass and stick,
tries to catch the bird with the apparent broken wing
and I see that some of the grapes are already ripening.
Every year it’s like this when the summer comes
with fruit seamed onto the branches
and flower after flower which astounds me
with their beauty and colour
while the sun hangs high and white
in the cobalt-blue sky
and the days linger
as if they can last eternally.
Satish Verma, 17 september 2013
let me start a * bid for the right
to light the pyre of the bond;
who would not believe, the benign bony fingers
had written off the desires,
from lips to hips
may you go to find the sludge at the
banks of fury at sunrise, I am making
some adjustments with violence in mind,
the human race was acting clumsier
by skirting the tools of death and laughter,
it had become a rage with tiny kids
who were playing with bombs of hate,
missed abortion of faith, a baked infertile
baby opens the darkness with white teeth
* A community ritual to perform the last rites of a jain monk.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 16 september 2013
I wanted to go back to my childhood days,
wanted to play with the delight of a child,
wanted to steal ripe peaches and hide them in my shirt
and I wanted to brake away from the here and now
but then I did meet you
with eyes reflecting the sun,
dancing like starry lights.
Gert Strydom, 16 september 2013
With the eyes of a poet I wanted to look at you
and out of everything that is beautiful
I wanted to bring you something as a tribute
and with knowledge I was looking for deeper meaning
but I could find no flowers
that truly does reveal your gaze
and gardenia and jasmine on the wings of the wind,
the night’s starry lights that I did experience
and not even the sun in its full glory
or spring in her abundance
does reflect your laughter and sadness
and the feelings that you bring to me
but now I am totally mute
as no words want to come to me.
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