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Stephen J. Vattimo, 4 february 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 1 april 2012
A relationship is like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Relationships spin round and round,
some time emotions are up,
some times there down.
A potter's wheel never spins perfectly level.
Hearts are like a piece of clay,
sometime they are hard,
sometimes they are soft.
They take their form from the touch of another person's hand.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
If we fail to show compassion to each other,
the wheel will spin to fast,
our hearts will collapse in on themselves.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo January ,2011
Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 june 2012
When the floodgates of opportunity and prosperity are open fore you
Is this a twist of fate or God's hand of provision ?
When a stranger helps you get out of a ditch
Is this a twist of fate or God's hand of mercy ?
Jesus's death on the cross
Was this a twist of faith or God's ultimate demonstration of His love toward sinful
man ?
When a christian travels along the straight and narrow road of faith
Is this a twist of fate or an expression of love and devotional service to God ?
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
March 18 , 1998
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 february 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, 26 june 2012
Religion is like a giant super market
It's shelves are stocked with every brand of god
that the mind can think up
You will hear most people say
It's foolish to put your faith in only one brand
They will advise you not to waste your time
studying the labels on the back of every god
For there are too many of them to compare
just choose the one that looks like it will satisfy your desires
and relax your conscience
For life is short
We all must devote our time to more important things in life
such as work and play
Instead of getting lost at the giant super market
In the maze of aisle that are a mile high
and stretch for miles in length
Today i saw an article in The Religious Consumer's Report magazine
It read, Shoppers who took the time to compare the labels
and put their faith in the Jesus brand
Were rushed through the express checkout counter
and entered Heaven
Shoppers who did not spend time comparing labels
and put their faith in other gods
Found themselves stunned
as they waited in very long lines to go through the check out counter
and enter The Lake Of Fire
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 17, 1996
Stephen J. Vattimo, 6 may 2012
Lighting flashes brightly across the black satin sky.
The greenish gray clouds with their erie glow, race across the sky like winged
giants, who howl their threats to drawn me with their bucket of rain.
The ocean is like a sadistic juggler, with it's mountainous size waves,
it throws me up into the air, then rolls me head over heels underneath it's self.
When it grows board of tormenting me, it threatens to dash me against the rocks.
I struggle to keep my head above water, to expel water out of my lungs, and to
gasp my next breath of life.
I bob up and down in the ocean like a Bobber on the end of a fisherman's pole,
Who has a fish tugging on his line, the ocean tugs at me, trying to pull me under.
In my helplessness I cry out for help, but my pleas fall on deaf ears of my family and friends, for they do not come out to me in boats or throw me a life raft, to rescue me. They stand on the shore motionlessly, like statues in a Greek garden.
My body becomes zapped of energy, like the ocean had stuck a straw into me, and sucked all of my energy out of my body.
My body becomes numb and motionless as if it turned to stone. At any moment I fear I will sink to the bottom of the ocean, like a ship's anchor.
Then a voice whispers to me, but in my mind the voice echoes through me like a sound made in an empty hall way.
It says to me, " Come to Me , you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest ."
When I recognized who is whispering to me, I cry out to God to rescue me.
Suddenly right before my weary eye, out of the dark stormy sea arose a platform in the shape of a cross, it was made of wood and had a pure gold surface, it had steps on for sides of it.
By faith I ascended the steps, and got down on my bended knee, and gave thanks to God for providing salvation in a storm.
As if He acknowledged my prayer, a blinding light broke through the dark satin sky.
The clouds who were like winged giants, their howling threats were silenced.
The sadistic juggler, the ocean, became a tamed gentleman
The platform in shape of the cross transported me safely to the shore of stability.
This is what it's like to tread water in a trial in my life.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
August 28, 2008
Stephen J. Vattimo, 17 june 2012
Some times fog set down on the path we travel
We get confused which way is the right road to travel
Because we aren't sure if there is a black or white answer to our direction
So we stumble and we fall
as we try to find our own way through the fog
So we in our panic
send up a prayer toward heaven
Like a smoke signal, trying to help the Lord to find us in the fog
But God reminds us
there is no place that can hide us from His eyes
So He whispers gently in our ear
Peace be still
open your ears and eye to Me
I will guide you back to safety
Some times fog sets down on the path we travel
We get confused which way is the right way to travel
In our own panic
we try to find our own way out of the fog
So we stumble and we fall
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Aug 8 , 1998
Stephen J. Vattimo, 29 april 2012
The end of my time is drawling near,
I face this event without fear.
I put my faith in Jesus,
so I am going to be welcome into Heaven,
at least,that is what I have read,
and that is what I hear.
How did my life appear ,
to peoples' eyes and ears?
Some may have loved me,
Some may thought I was just weird.
How will any one know the difference between my appears?
When I disappear,
some will jeer,
Some will shed a tear.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 6, 2010
Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 february 2012
Faith is like a spring
it brings life to a desert
The Word is like fertile soil
it provides food for the hungry
and strength for those who are well rooted
The Son shines His light on everyone
But only those who stretch toward Him
Will grow and produce much fruit
Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Jan 7, 1997
Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 march 2012
I don't desire to dwell in beautiful temples
made by your hands
I desire to dwell in every room of your heart
I don't desire the blood of sacrificed animals
or the good works of man
I desire obedience to my commands
I don't desire your empty religious practices
I desire a heart that is on fire with love for God
I don't desire to be visited only on Holy days
I desire to fellowship with you every day
This is why I laid my live down for you
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
August 15, 1996
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