Stephen J. Vattimo, 19 lutego 2012
Freedom to fly
Is a God given gift
Dreaming is as air is for living
Flowing down from His highly exalted throne
Freedom to fly
Is not a privilege granted
By rulers who's realm of authority is ground bound
Knowledge of wrong and right
Is revealed to us
From The Righteous One
Who dwells in a kingdom on high
Knowledge of wrong and wright
Should not be dictated by corruptible judges
Who suppress the truth
For worldly praise
Freedom to fly
Is a desire
Like an unquenchable fire
A pilot that God ignited in side us
When He created you and me
Chains of sin
Robs us of the freedom to fly
Keeps our souls sinking in the mire
God so full of love
Out of His nature of grace and mercy
Sent from His throne room a Savor to the people of the ground
To shatter the chains that keep us fastened to the gates
To the entrance of the lake of fire
Freedom to fly
Those who God has set free is free indeed
Free to Fly on the Spirit wings
That one day will carry them to God's kingdom in the sky
For those who think the message and Gift of God is a bad joke
They will fabricate their own myths of hope
Like the Greek Character Icarus
They will try to acquire their own way to fly
They will create wings out of wax and feathers
As they Fly toward the kingdom in the sky
The Son will melt their wings
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 18 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 lutego 2012
Living life alone,
Is like sailing a dark, cold,ocean.
You only feel the warm of love in your dreams.
Living life alone,
when the raging waves of life toss you overboard,
there is no one to pull you back into the boat.
No one to dry you off, and rap you in a warm blanket.
Living life alone,
the ocean of life,make you feel so small.
When things look hopeless,
Their is no one around to encourage you to sail on.
Living life alone,
watching a romance movie,
Is like a cold two edge sword,
that cuts you soul to the core.
The only warmth you feel,
is your own blood spilled out on the jagged rocks of life.
Living life alone,
The only hope you have in life,
Come from searching the distant shore line,
For the light house of Jesus Christ.
Trusting His light,
will guide you to the safely of the shores of the promise land.
A land of love,warmth,and light.
Living life alone,
Is like sailing a dark, cold,ocean.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo October 31,2010
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 lutego 2012
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Rising up in my bed
To enter the rat race another day
Laying down in my bed
To enter rest and peace
All I hear in between
Is Talking Heads
Always competing
Never retreating
Event when they have been decapitated
by their foe
Behind the stage curtains
Waring Heads climb into bed together
When they portray the character of sheriff of Nottingham
Oppressing the Peasants
Empowering The Privileged
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Talking Heads competing
To sell you their vision of the American dream
If you will surrender the helm to the ship
They will sail you to the promise land
When you wake up from their dream land
Reality will open your eye to the night mare they have created
Where they have sacrificed your God,freedom,prosperity
On the alter of human utopia
Turn off the media infiltration
It's time stop looking to the Talking Heads to provide a hopeful future for us
It's time to call upon God to forgive our sins and heal our land
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 11, 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 4 lutego 2012
Testing times
Some trials come into our lives like a wind that rustles leaves in a tree
Some trials come into our lives like a hurricane that uproots trees
Testing times
Like a spy who reveals to the enemy the strengths or weaknesses of the walls of a fortress
So does the way we handle the trials in our lives
reveal to The Prince of this world whether the walls of our faith are strong or are weak
Testing times
Trials are like an armed bandit
Who robs the wicked man of years of his life
But to the righteous man they are a school master
of wisdom and a builder of faith
Trials test the substance that love between two people is made of
like fire burning off the impurities in a piece of gold
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 13, 1998
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