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.
Satish Verma, 16 september 2013
you were stealing me from myself
my mitochondria, a little under the name,
while I was unmoored, talking to a mirror
who did not recognize me, caked in heat and dust
touching my tissues and blood
under the ignited roof of the tower,
walking with crutches to wipe the tears,
religion, open pyres, I am still stained
near a lantana thicket, amorous, talking
to death, pirates grabbing the winds,
migration of a whole waxed population
in black air
stalkers have a corrugated mind and
serial killers a mournful voice
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 september 2013
Floaters swim in acrid clouds, I watch
myself killed by me, the image was real, oracular
ashen grey, sitting on a sand dune
I listen to the silence of bending and roaring faults,
the life repeats the mistake, possessed, chasing
the wheels, fever rising, the swish of a snake,
time; could not make it, daintly the moon drifts on
the dark contours, ripples of a lake, a flock
of birds turns inland into shadows of chorus
a small city of voices seeks freedom.
Satish Verma
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