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POEWHIT, 24 march 2014

L O N E B I R D

Limb of my domain

To sing of crying pain

Clouds fill the sky

My heart does fly

Wisps of cool wind

Ground full of sin

Let me leave my limb

Floating on air prim

3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

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Insatiable Sohail, 24 march 2014

The Street-children

Always
In all the ages
They are underprivileged.
In whatever name we call them
They are street-children.

They sleep by the side of the road
As they are homeless.
Scraps of food they eat
Left in the plate eaten by others.

They are humans
Made of flesh and blood .
But are neglected
Ignored , despised
Wretched and abhorrent one.

Life encompassed with
Endless sorrows and pains.
Dilapidated and decayed through ages.
Stricken with poverty
Can’t manage their livelihood
So, they’ve to be content with
Whatever comes ready to hand.

But they have desire
To express delight and choice.
A far-sighted dream
To fly in the open sky at large.
They want to be enlightened.

Is it a curse for them
To be borne as street-children ?
Can’t we extend our helping hands
Towards them a little ?
To decorate their life
To give them equal value
Above all, to create an illuminated society.

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Insatiable Sohail, 24 march 2014

Facing the Naughty World

It’s a naughty world
So get ready.
If you can fight then fight
Help each other in need
Our war has just begun.

Activities are available
Just add meaning.
Give thanks to the pains
That teaches you courage.

Join the two life –
One in mind ,
The other in the real world.
And you’ll find peace.

Happiness is an abstract thing
A spiritual experience of living
Every minute with love, grace and gratitude

Lead a life of integrity, honesty
And capacity to perform and endure.
All you can take with you is that
Which you’ve given away.

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Gert Strydom, 24 march 2014

Two lovers met secretly in the spring (Collins sestets)

(after George Eliot)

Two lovers met secretly in the spring,
their wooing were much more than a mere fling,
a lovely bride into the church stepped,
in joy her mother, friends and sisters wept;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.

Two parents held a small child in their arms
protecting it, each other from all harms,
sweet was the family’s close company
the time together spent in serenity;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.

Two adults followed a own career
but to each other and to God kept near,
but at a time came death, one’s life was spent,
was still lingering although evanescent;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.

[Reference: “Two Lovers” by George Eliot.]

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Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014

Narrow And Wide Gates

We all must consider, every day, both the broad and narrow way,
For destruction, or life awaits, for all entering through both gates,
The narrow gate leads to life; the one where we find Jesus Christ,
The wide gate leads to a road of sin, a broad path of destruction.

First, one must choose a gate; the road that follows will correlate,
Wide or narrow this is my friend, with each having a different end,
We see here a clear deduction, as one’s life, the other destruction,
The choice is ours, in this life, but, only one leads to Jesus Christ.

A choice not only eternal friend, but having results before the end,
As tribulation may come today, we of God choose the narrow way,
Though the wide can be one easy life, with very little toil and strife,
The choice affects our destination, with a bearing on our salvation.

If, the narrow gate you choose, eternally my friend, you won’t lose,
The only road with an eternal view, one unfortunately chose by few,
While filled at times with tribulation, life with God is the destination,
When we finish the end of life, received in Heaven by Jesus Christ,

Not so friend with the wide gate, which is your choice, not just fate,
With many on that broad road friend, for this leads to a darker end,
Being the eternal separation from God, when you leave earth’s sod,
Far from that wide road many cherish, for you shall eternally perish.

(Copyright ©03/2014 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014

Our Task At Hand

If only more men could see, it’s not about down here, but Eternity,
But, Satan has blinded many eyes, to the Truths, he does despise,
As their heart he begins to deceive, like he did with Adam and Eve,
Questioning the very Word of God; fixing minds on the earthly sod.

For believers our job down here, is to make Gods Truth totally clear,
While fulfilling our primary role, as God moves on the wayward soul,
Being the light, which God requires, becoming all that Christ desires,
As God gives others spiritual sight, piercing darkness with His Light.

God works through the Holy Spirit, while we witness and they hear it,
Bringing light to God’s Revelation, focusing eyes upon His Salvation,
Today, believers must understand, the end for many souls is at hand,
And they will only have Eternal Life, through God’s Son, Jesus Christ.

The Truths that God put in our heart, to unbelievers we need to impart,
Knowing that The Holy Spirit is able, to change even that hardest fool,
And it’s The Lord God’s sole desire, to save all souls from eternal fire,
Through Christ’s redeeming sacrifice, providing all the way to Paradise.

All who continue believing Satan’s lie, apart from God will eternally die,
And o they must embrace God’s Truth, to avoid God’s eternal reproof,
So our task today is to lead all men, to Jesus Christ, to be Born Again,
Born from above into God’s Family, and granted life with God eternally.

(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014

My Walk Of Faith

As doctors pump me with medicine, prescribed for me by mere men,
The Lord my God is at the helm, adding to their staff a Divine Realm,
Guiding the staff in my recovery, of a disease a human eye can’t see,
As The Lord God works to deliver, me, from a cancer now in my liver.

Traveling on an unexpected journey, my Lord and God is holding me,
And as God holds me in His hand, I’m exceeding all they understand,
For the fact this day I feel wonderful, goes against their common rule,
Regarding what they have detected, I feel much better than expected.

As a Medical Field looks for praise, there’s a question I need to raise,
As the doctor’s staff race for a cure, where is the Lord in their picture,
Sure the doctors by God are used, as their medicine in me is infused,
However is this the entire story, when indeed God deserves the glory?

As the doctors continue on with me, through their prescribed therapy,
Dear friend, if and when I’m restored, it shall be ordered by The Lord,
For The Lord is the ultimate Healer, and God alone, shall will the cure,
For I am not in this all alone, as God guides doctors from His Throne.

For me, this is truly a walk of faith, as I am being led by God’s Grace,
His Grace, sufficient for every day, as God walks with me all the way,
And with His Grace, my feet are shod, as I walk this journey with God,
Who shall get the praise ultimately, here on earth and through Eternity.

(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014

Strength From God

As more darkness looms ahead, I will look to my Savior instead,
For God’s strength, one more time, in this trial, not of my design,
And as God’s done before, strength He’ll supply and much more,
As God leads me through the night, in His strength and His might.

My own endurance through this trial, will not last, there’s no denial,
God’s resources, I can’t deplete, so in God, my strength’s replete.
With His strength He gives peace, that, from God, shall not cease,
As He’s helped me in past days, He’ll strengthen me to His praise.

Though weak and frail, I may be, that strength that God grants me,
Helps me through minute to hour, not through mine but His power,
Divine power, He extends by grace, for each and every trial I face,
Through the strength of The Lord, I know my ways will be restored.

Through my own strength I would fall, but, He is Lord God over all,
Over all the ways, within my life, as I follow The Lord, Jesus Christ,
Who guides me each and every day, lighting even the darkest way,
By God, dark days are not ignored, for I’m led by Christ, my Lord,

When I am weak, He is strong, so following God, I can’t go wrong;
Grace God sends by His design, into my life, at just the right time,
So never is it too early or too late, as for God’s grace I never wait,
For He Who cares so much for me, is The Lord God, over Eternity.

(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 24 march 2014

Empty Belief

Many people know of God, but, do not know God at all,
But, they will see His Rod, as He judges great and small,
As many live opposed to Truth, living far away from Him,
And they shall see His reproof, when judged for their sin.

Head knowledge of the Lord, is very common in our day,
However, what goes ignored, is His Truth, along the way,
As they live out their days, of their life, God is not a part,
So He receives not their praise, for He’s not in their heart.

Some know that God exists, someplace in Heaven above,
But, their ignorance persists, about The God we speak of,
Ignorance, some say is bliss, as Truth, is not in their heart,
So Heaven they’ll surely miss, hearing our Lord say depart.

What may be more than worse, for men all over the world?
Knowing God, as just a curse, when Judgment is unfurled!
Even all who know He’s there, reigning over Heaven above,
But, who simply do not care, enough to embrace His Love.

Whether they just do not care, or don’t desire to know Him,
All souls on earth, be aware, God’s coming to judge all sin;
With only those believing men, through faith in Jesus Christ,
And through Him are born again, will be granted Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Greg, 24 march 2014

The Rapture

Running like the rabbit
That opens up the door
For a reason to come running
Up from Mexico
The little hole
The gazing glory
Erupts like semen
Into the rotting carcass of highway life

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L O N E B I R D

The Street-children

Facing the Naughty World

Two lovers met secretly in the spring (Collins sestets)

Narrow And Wide Gates

Our Task At Hand

My Walk Of Faith

Strength From God

Empty Belief

The Rapture

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