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Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014

Be Still

Simply be still, my dear soul, for the Lord is in control,
From what makes you quiver, the Lord God will deliver,
When you begin to quake, remember He won’t forsake,
Those, who belong to Him, as He comforts from within.

As He comforts a weary heart, and peace He will impart,
Calming all my undue fear, by His presence always near,
Uplifting me, with His hand, as He helps me understand,
From me He will not depart, while calming a weary heart.

God helps me to fix my mind, as I put my worry behind,
Upon my Savior, up above, as He comforts, in His love,
Setting my mind, by His grace, onto a very stable place,
Recalling He promised me, to guide me through eternity.

God reminds me, I’m whole; heart, mind, body and soul,
Delivered fully by Jesus Christ, to live for Him a new life,
Living in the peace of the Son, as a witness to everyone,
That God can help us cope, through an everlasting hope.

Hope which helps me be still, as my soul is in God’s will,
Calming my heart deep inside, while in Christ, I do abide,
As God fixes my mind above, comforting me in His love,
Knowing God’s preparing me, for life with Christ eternally.

(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014

Little Is Much

Little is much, when God is in it, guided by God’s Holy Spirit,
The third person of The Trinity, Who guides both you and me,
Guiding us, for God’s Glory, as He begins an awesome story,
Displaying Power and Grace, as God leads us place to place.

As we enter God’s economy, things are not what we may see,
All we can’t see He does for us, as a follower of Christ Jesus,
God does things, we think not of, as God directs from above,
All along our journey my friend, with eternity, our ultimate end.

No effort is too small for God, as we are led by staff and rod,
When we choose His path to go, though the end we not know,
Confidence in God is a must, as in our Savior we put our trust,
As God achieves in me and you, what by our self we’d not do.

Doing what we wouldn’t conceive, as the blessings we receive,
As God works His miracles, while God’s purpose Christ fulfills,
God always does more with less, and as we live He shall bless,
All who willingly give their life, and submit to our Savior, Christ.

In all of us, much is the size, ordered by a God, Eternally Wise,
Working out His Eternal Plan, in each and every Believing man,
Doing more than we can imagine, when your life, The Lord is in,
Blessing even our smallest ways, so to The Lord, we lift praise.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014

Healing Hand of God

The Lord to me has revealed, from my illness I’ve been healed,
From that cancer, deep inside, this, the doctor has not denied,
What was said to be incurable, is now removed, by God’s Will,
Stating that, I am now cancer free, for The Lord has healed me.

For when my body was diseased, my Lord above was pleased,
To touch my body in that state, to heal my body along the wait,
Upon my Lord’s healing touch, as God loves His own so much,
Always faithful to each one of us, as we follow our Lord, Jesus.

It could seem God may hesitate, while for Him we patiently wait,
But God moves in His own time, by His decreed, eternal design,
A design involving each one of us, who in God, place their trust,
As from God, it is understood, all things, work out for our good.

My healing is all for God’s Glory, as He takes my doctor’s story,
Using the doctor’s medical skill, in accordance with Christ’s Will,
This is also part of our Lord’s plan, to touch an unbelieving man,
Who has been used by The Lord, though by him, God’s ignored.

As I lift up to the Lord, my praise, for carrying me all these days,
In all, the doctor is able to see; he too, can be healed spiritually,
That the doctor, can really rejoice, along with me, with one voice,
As to him, The Holy Spirit reveals, it is The Lord, Who truly heals.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014

Serving From Above

Indeed my friend and very soon, we’ll fly above the sun and moon.
Up to a celestial abode above, eternally surrounded by God’s love,
When at the end of our earthly road, we’ll enter our heavenly abode,
Where we will begin our new journey, which, shall last for all eternity.

We will enter The New Jerusalem, that is all believers, not just some,
That is all believers found in Christ, who shall enter Into Eternal Life,
This as we enter into eternal rest, now, freed from every earthly test,
But, the rest shall not be our end, as we serve Christ eternally friend.

How we serve and where we will go, this, believers have yet to know,
However, we know, prepared for us, is a Mansion, with Christ Jesus,
A home that we truly don’t deserve, from which, The Lord we’ll serve,
Serving Christ, The King of kings, as God guides us in eternal things.

We will start in the Millennium, going to and from The New Jerusalem,
As Jesus Christ is King on Zion’s Hill, as The Word Christ does fulfill,
The Church shall judge Israel, as the Nation is restored per God’s will,
Fully restored by God’s own Hand, back to their own Promised Land.

We eagerly await that trumpet sound, for then in Glory we’ll be found,
As we see Christ our Blessed Lord, with all of eternity to be explored,
While serving eternally from above, directed by Christ, whom we love,
As we serve The Lord God eternally, from a realm we have yet to see.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Gert Strydom, 28 january 2014

Winter remembered (cavatina)

Stripped naked to the most inner core
as during winter
a leafless tree stood very near to death
a branch did splinter;
as if out of proportion drawn, printed
on a printer;
lonesome my heart was there in the weather,
as nothing good could bring us together.

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Satish Verma, 28 january 2014

JEALOUS BLOOD

Standing on a hump,
a chilled remorselessness
of a shadow trauma climbs out of a sealed
grotto of infinity

like a vas deferens, spilling fiddled lies.
You grope for your identity in griping
acceptance. From the umbilical cord
the pink flesh brandishes a monster.

You forget the vowels in a solo monologue
in a tormented accent, muffled
in bleeding throat. Take my ears
for cosmetic therapy, which killed my hearing.

Between blindness and tidy rocks
I am walking discreetly to count the
digs of mysterious armless truths:
disappeared in the pages of history.

Satish Verma

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xxxxoxox, 28 january 2014

Who?

Who locked me outside,
In this Desolate place,
Who left me behind,
In lifes worthless race,

You stood at the door,
And watched me bleed,
I closed my eyes,
And fell to sleep,

Another monster in the mirror,
Another demon behind the fear,
Round edges that cut like knives,
Bottled anger in this life,

Who helped when you screamed?
Who walked away when you were in need?
Who came when you cried?
Who laughed when you died?

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Insatiable Sohail, 27 january 2014

The Unavoidable One

How crucial the death is !
It never comes with a notice.
And takes away –
Our dearly loved one.
Nobody can escape
From the grasp of death.

Death doesn’t need any permission
To come and go.
It has no fear, no sloth,
No discrimination.
Nor any chance of partiality
Or the chance of taking bribe.

Death is inevitable.
Today or tomorrow
Everyone has to take
The taste of it.

Death is not the ending of life.
It’s just the door of an eternal world.
Take lessons from your surroundings
By going through the changes in atmosphere.

That death will not spare us
We all know this absolute truth
But don’t make ourselves for it.
How spiritually blind we really are !

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Gert Strydom, 27 january 2014

That you are a wonderful and beautiful woman

(in answer to T.T. Cloete)

We loved each other
from the day that we met
and that you are a wonderful and pretty woman
your admirers do not have to tell me
and I am not blind
for the glances that follow you
while you still do stay true

and that a husband and wife
can love each other intimately
without distinction between husband and wife
is certainly the greatest kind of nonsense.

I do thank God
that He has created you as a wife for me

and still I do know that love
goes much further and deeper than just passion
and when old age comes
I still want to embrace you
and know about your beauty.

[Reference: “uniseks” (unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]

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Satish Verma, 27 january 2014

TRIGGER POINT

A missile in the home,
what they have done?
You are on flames.

A red smoke rises
from bottomless hole.
Memory slumps.

A glow in pain washed
cells, calls the mirror.
Instead, grave diggers arrive.

This was the manufactured truth
of the eternal kiss
of death. I stretch my arms

to feel the terror.
The walls start crying.
There was no roof.

Satish Verma

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Be Still

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Winter remembered (cavatina)

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