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Bob Gotti, 19 november 2013

By God’s Authority

While on this side of eternity, we take comfort in God’s Authority,
As challenges come into our life, we stand in the Power of Christ,
As we walk by faith, not by sight, in The Lord’s Power and Might,
As we serve God’s Eternal Son, until our work down here is done.

As we war in that darkest hour, our weapons are of Divine Power.
Relying not upon man’s intelligence, but, in God’s Righteousness,
As that warring is within our mind, our battle is of a different kind,
While we do battle upon this sod, against many opposed to God.

While in the battle God will afford, strength and might of our Lord,
When we put on The Armor of God, led by Christ’s Staff and Rod,
This as we battle a worldly view, with the Truth that is eternally true,
Taking down strongholds in a world, where wickedness is unfurled.

When we do war, in this life, we bring all thoughts captive to Christ,
As we cast off all disobedience, captive to Christ’s Righteousness,
A righteousness we must herald, to oppose darkness of this world,
As we stand upon God’s Authority, in ways men around us will see.

My friend, as we battle in this war, only God’s Authority will endure,
In a battle opposing God’s enemy, we must stand on His Authority.
For that true victory is only assured, through Jesus Christ our Lord,
This, as we wage battles in this life, in the Authority of Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©11/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 19 november 2013

Relinquished

From the start to the finish, this life to God I will relinquish,
While each and every day I live, to The Lord, my life I give,
Submitting each day to Christ, I yield to Him my whole life,
To be guided in God’s ways, all my nights and all my days.

God knows all tomorrow holds, before today even unfolds,
So I simply need to live today, living by all God has to say;
To be concerned for tomorrow, will surely welcome sorrow,
This, as all focus is turned away, from living for God today.

Knowing I am in God’s hand, all things I needn’t understand,
And so I do not need to see, things ahead, that may not be,
But focus on my Lord above, believing all that He spoke of,
Trusting Him with all my heart, as I rely on Him from the start.

Acknowledging Him in all I do, as Christ will see me through,
For the work God has begun, He will finish through His Son,
As for us there’s no exemption, all saved in His redemption,
God’s salvation provided to us, by The Savior, Christ Jesus.

So my life’s in God’s hands, even if life’s like shifting sands,
For God is The Rock of Ages, and He alone turns the pages,
Within this book called my life, authored all, by Jesus Christ,
With God’s written plan for me, which continues on Eternally.

(Copyright ©03/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 19 november 2013

Sowing For The Lord

As I live in this present world, The Truth of God, I must herald,
While each and every place I go, Truth, my Lord helps me sow,
As my Lord waters every seed, for only He, knows every need,
In every life and in every heart, as God’s Truths to men I impart.

My part is to simply be faithful, sharing Truths, per Christ’s will,
As I was commissioned by Christ, to share His Truth, in my life.
The seed I sow is not for me, but, for The Lord God of Eternity,
Who shall harvest, in His time, some seed I sow, by His design.

For all the seeds that I sow, it’s the Lord that makes them grow,
Of that part, I have no control, for only Christ, can move a soul,
For it’s God’s Spirit from the start, that moves upon every heart,
Moving upon the hearts of men, as only The Lord God truly can.

It’s God, who moves on the earth, offering all men spiritual birth,
While He uses those Born Again, to share this Truth with all men,
The spiritual birth, God speaks of, is born from His Spirit above,
Adopted as Sons of His Family, to live with The Savior eternally.

So we continue to share The Word, until all around us has heard,
Eternal Truth that all need to hear, as the end of time draws near,
The Age of Grace for every nation; the time to accept Salvation,
Afforded by Christ, at Calvary, so all men can now live Eternally.

(Copyright ©03/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 19 november 2013

So Many Need The Lord

There’re so many who need The Lord, a truth by some that is ignored,
Even by those who claim to be, bought through the Blood of Calvary,
By God, for a purpose and a plan; to reach for The Savior every man,
From every tribe, tongue and nation, with the truth of God’s Salvation.

We’ve been saved for a mission, to be part of The Great Commission,
Commissioned by Jesus, Himself, to be his witness, not live in stealth.
To live with God’s purpose in mind, as we leave earthly desires behind,
As we live in the world for Christ, willing to be for Him a living sacrifice.

Each and every believer knows, this Age of Grace will come to a close,
The time is surely drawing near, when Jesus Christ says “come up here”,
When that trumpet sounds for us, everyone, who truly belong to Jesus,
Taking us from this earth we roam, to be with our Lord in our real home.

This Blessed Hope, we must share, as there may be little time to spare,
This, with many a family and friend, those who aren’t ready for the end,
We need urgency and God’s zeal, as the time and God’s Truth are real,
That only true believers, in Jesus Christ, have that Hope of Eternal Life.

We must ask God to open each heart, so God’s Holy Spirit can impart,
God’s Truth as The Spirit works in us, believers who know Christ Jesus,
This, as we follow The Spirit’s lead, speaking to those, who are in need,
Of the saving Hope in Jesus Christ, that they too, can enter Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©03/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 19 november 2013

Corporate Worship

Most Believers gather corporately, to worship The Eternal Creator,
The Lamb of God from Calvary, The Lord our God and our Savior;
Believers are filled by God’s Word, to guide us all through this life,
As we’re led, by all we have heard, from the words of Jesus Christ.

We too are filled with Christ’s Spirit, as He dwells within our hearts,
Moved in Truth, this as we hear it, as Truth to us His Spirit imparts;
And so we worship God in Truth; Words of Truth from God above,
With our life as His living proof, when we display a Christ like love.

All God’s people worship in liberty, being freed through the blood,
From the rugged cross of Calvary, controlled by the Spirit of God;
We must worship in full unity, as Christ’s Body, through New Birth,
Worshiping The God of Eternity, as God’s Church, upon this earth.

Believers value the Church’s history, the people of God in the past,
As we journey forward to eternity, a time for all that will forever last;
Believers value God’s present ways, as we worship Christ together,
Lifting up to The Lord our praise, till one day we praise Him forever.

Indeed we value all people of God, together, for one Great Mission,
Believers across this earth we trod, fulfilling His Great Commission;
So we gather as God’s people, remembering God’s Great Sacrifice,
Moving beyond church and steeple, to bring others to Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©03/2012 Bob Gotti)

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mayank sharma, 18 november 2013

My Dream for India

Like martin Luther king jr. said I have a dream,
Caste based reservation gone for the cream;
Where scams aren’t the only thing you hear about,
Black money not making politicians’ kids stout;
Where religious diktats don’t rule the minds,
And not cause riots with violence of all kinds;
Where the political parties work for the cause,
The noble dream of independence that it was;
Where hatred does not nicely fetch you votes,
Speeches in rallies aren’t full of empty quotes;
Where sacrifice for the nation is looked at with awe,
Not as if you had an academic flaw;
Where the potential of a man is truly probed,
Not just pay the good graduate beautifully robed;
Where the positions of responsibility are filled with a diligent lot,
And with crammers and bribers of any sorts not;
Where the poor don’t feel so badly oppressed,
And farmers don’t commit suicide depressed;
Where meaningless universities don’t decrease the value of education,
Meagre paying jobs not killing hardworking students’ motivation;
Where natural disasters aren’t used to campaign for election,
And parliamentary blame game doesn't hinder India’s super power transformation;
Where girls aren’t killed while still in the wombs,
And government stops spending crores on politicians’ birthdays whilst they rest in their tombs;
Where soldiers don’t die in the hands of terrorists, Maoists and naxalites alike,
And aren’t forgotten by the bureaucracy during the commissions for pay hike;
Where power and money don’t rule people’s will,
And the hunger for survival doesn't make people kill;
Where honor killings don’t scare the feeling of love in the young,
Not leaving in fear of dying after some time out you've hung;
Where kids don’t sell ancestral property for fancy cars and mediocre lives abroad,
And end up in regrets for the life they once awed;
Where women aren’t made to walk miles for water every day,
And people waste even the luxuries as per their wish as they may;
Where there are no kids deprived at night of light to read,
And plenty of it isn't with those who don’t even pay heed;
Where a lot don’t have to be born and eventually die in slums,
And a few don’t just inherit palatial houses guarded by hoodlums;
Where little kids don’t have to cross rivers as a chore,
And a few don’t even walk even if you lure;
Where a geographical quarter’s population doesn't be racially discriminated,
And the so called holy Ganga isn't polluted by disposal of corpses never cremated;
Where the rejection doesn't seem better than to vote,
And the democracy isn't run by bags of thousand rupee note;
Where indiscriminate mining does not mess the environment up in pain,
And the cash flow of the nation does not go outwards in drain;
Where the political will of the nation does have some spine,
And doesn't just come out to the citizens as swine;
Where whistle-blowing wasn't forced to be the norm of the day,
And those close to the government not looting as they may;
Where hollow pre-election promises aren't made,
And the development work simply does not fade;
Where it doesn't matter if you are Brahman, baniya, Kshatriya or a chamaar,
I bet this wasn't Nehru’s vision at the stroke of the midnight hour;
Where people don’t join the public service for power, bees and honey,
And serve people without siphoning off a single penny;
Where the rulers don’t try to save the people wrong,
And don’t still get elected again for five years that are painfully long;
Where being over-educated for a lower grade position isn't a necessary evil,
And life doesn't get tough as if in the world of the devil;
Where- as of now enough have I said,
For tomorrow’s a class and I've got to go to bed;
The dream I see is Utopian with no doubt,
But that’s what the nation improvement process is all about;
I wish that this dream comes true soon,
And the ideal India comes out of gloom;
Where I don’t have to sit and write such stuff,
And governance is no longer a total bluff;
Where there is such an era- a golden time,
I don’t have to write such stupid a rhyme.

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Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013

Early Childhood

(in answer to Richard Aldington)

The hurt, the loss of my father at a very early age
brought me to my knees and to God
and I started to love God from being very young,
did not understand to where my dad had left,
although I saw people bury his coffin
in the cemetery just beyond our house
and death of people and animals
to me was a painful kind of thing
that went far beyond any kind of comprehension

but I did believe that God was still caring
although I missed my father terribly,
believed with the same honest sincerity
that my mother did when she asked God
to provide, to take care of us
and she cared with a selfless kind of love.

When I was about seven our puppy got tick-bite fever
and on that winter afternoon it laid dying
right next to the fireplace
and made a moaning sound and was silent.
I covered it with a small blanket
and the puppy was already stiff
but I did not realize that it had died
and in front of that fireplace prayed
for the little dog to be healed.

That afternoon a miracle did happen
and that small dog came alive again,
crept out from under the blanket
and on waggling legs walked right up to me
to drink a bowl of milk
and it was pure proof to me
that a caring and loving God does exist.

[Reference: “Childhood” by Richard Aldington.]

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Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013

I have seen men

I have seen men
believing in avenging gods,
believing in weapons of war
and have experienced
the havoc that war does bring
and do know that nothing that is good
comes from fighting
and only death and destruction
is the final outcome of it.

I have seen men
believing in materialism,
that peace joy and love comes
from what you do possess
and in a hospital bed
I have seen a wealthy man
in desperation trying to end what life is
for whom life had cost far too much.

I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only one of the gods,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ did not rise from death,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only a good man

and then they lecture at university seminaries
and call themselves Christians
and it’s clear that they do wait
for the Cosmic Christ to appear.

And still I do know that God does really exist
and I do believe in Him,
believe that Jesus Christ will return
to this catastrophic world
as its judge, redeemer and king.

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Satish Verma, 18 november 2013

STRAY FALL

With gray wolves around,
he put the gun on the chin
and pulled the trigger.

The crowded nest and tainted gemones:
the double helix had the sex crumbling:
consensual hate.

Some beasts and hairy saints
were turning the world black,
sitting on marbled floor and talking of white moon.

Drifting faith in swollen eyes, watching
a burning train;
tomorrow I will travel again in pursuit of walking trees.

Proud legends like scorpions
climbing on your throat. Enamelled stings
ready to spin you blue.

Clams shut on the poor pink,
honeycomb becomes a trap.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 17 november 2013

When I Go

Friend, when I die, I won’t be dead, for I will be in Heaven instead,
Not because of flowery prayers, but, because of Him, who cares,
Christ, who cares for everyone, God’s Only Eternal Begotten Son,
Who died for me as a sacrifice, so that I could enter into Paradise.

It was Christ, who had rose again, displaying His power to all men,
This, my friend is the only power, which transforms us in that hour,
That moment we take a final breath, we will enter into life not death,
Eternal Life with Christ my friend, the perfect life which has no end.

It’s not the power of men on earth, but the power of a spiritual birth,
For it’s the power of resurrection, not mortal man’s prayer selection,
Not through prayer or man’s desire, but only by power much higher,
Only by the power of Jesus Christ, can a man enter into Eternal Life.

It begins when one is Born Again, not from prayers of religious men,
It starts when you are on the earth, when you experience a New Birth,
Born anew by The Spirit of God, as you are alive on this earthly sod,
It is not through a religious ritual, but, God’s Grace that saves a soul.

I’ve been saved by God’s Grace, Who, for me has prepared a Place,
This, for that day, if I should die, to reign and live with Christ on high;
The Rapture too, I could also see, should that Trumpet sound for me,
As I will leave this earth before I die, to meet my Savior up in the sky.

(Copyright ©11/2013 Bob Gotti)

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