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Bob Gotti, 15 november 2013

Living Day To Day

For me there is simply one way, which is to live my life day to day,
Living this life, one day at a time, this prescribed by God’s design;
I can’t be concerned about tomorrow, as today has its own sorrow,
These are the words to all of us, words of our Savior, Christ Jesus.

Tomorrow will come soon enough, along with cares and other stuff,
So I need to live today my friend, knowing soon that it too will end,
Then as dusk gives way to daylight, I will have another day in sight,
Another day granted by The Lord, as one more day to be explored.

Indeed, one more day in which I must, live out my day in total trust,
Trust in my God, who reigns above, each and every day I speak of,
As He’s there in every day new, guiding me until the day is through,
There every day right by my side, helping me, in His Truth, to abide.

Each new day, I rely upon The One, from the sunrise to setting sun,
My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, The very Author of my entire life,
So if clouds this day should show, He’ll guide me in the way to go,
As I walk through life day to day, with my Lord on life’s narrow way.

Living life, just one day at a time, truly brings you a peace sublime,
Peace that goes above life’s fray, of concern and strife of the day,
When Christ’s words, one heeds, God takes care of all daily needs,
Giving you a Heaven sent peace, which on bad days will not cease.

(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 15 november 2013

Beginning Of Strong Delusion

A precursor to that Strong Delusion, is the only sound conclusion,
Why, darkness in politics is ignored, by some who know The Lord,
Ignorance is bliss, many say, is this the face of the Church today?
As some ignore Biblical insight, to embrace what is truly not right!

That Strong Delusion I speak of, will be poured down from above,
By The Lord as a strong reproof, on all who embrace not the Truth,
All those who know not our God, who will see instead His Iron Rod,
When Christ Judges every nation, this, according to His Revelation.

Is this just part of that falling away, in God’s Church, we see today?
Falling away from the Truths we hold, as The End begins to unfold.
Christ asked, will He find faith, when He returns at the end of Grace,
So is this the beginning of the fall, prophesied by the Apostle Paul?

How can we lead others to Light, when we embrace wrong as right?
As we ignore the darkness of man, supporting an even darker plan!
Are we not watchmen on the wall, to warn others of the coming fall?
Of a land falling from righteousness, due to that nation’s ignorance!

Yes, God’s people were destroyed, when ignorance was employed,
As light and darkness will not mix, when we stray for political picks,
For ignorance shall never bliss, when you stray from righteousness,
As all darkness will be condemned, by a Righteous God in the end!

(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 15 november 2013

His Watchcare

Under the watchcare of The Lord, nothing by God goes ignored,
Under God’s care how can I not, be contented, whatever my lot?
Whatever should come my way, He’s in my life and here to stay,
From the morning through the night, I am forever, in God’s sight.

Should my mind stray to despair, my heart knows I’m in His care,
Under His watchcare from above, He leads me in unceasing love,
I sure don’t know what’s in store, but, God does and much more,
Should I experience a darker day, God knows to help on the way.

Setting the entire course for me, from my conception to Eternity,
God knows every path and bend, from the beginning to the end,
Knowing God, I need never to fear, for my Savior is always near,
So any new concern I can share, anytime with my Lord anywhere.

I trust in God’s Righteousness, when I walk through the darkness,
As The Lord’s Light shines on me, helping me in that dark to see,
Even when I cannot see ahead, God’s peace restrains any dread,
With peace I just can’t understand, as God holds me in His hand.

Friend, how can I not be assured, as I am watched by The Lord?
Assured by my Savior in my life, this as I walk with Jesus Christ,
Who, in all the trials that I face, always provides sufficient Grace,
As in this life God’s preparing me, for that life forever in Eternity.

(Copyright ©05/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 14 november 2013

Eternity Is Looming

Many people just can’t see, the looming Truth of Eternity,
An endless time ahead for all, yes indeed, for every soul,
Every soul upon this earth, is here today, by natural birth,
Here for a time all will die; these are truths you can’t deny.

Many don’t give a thought, to what choices have wrought,
This, in the light of eternity, or even what life after may be;
Some have bought the lie, live merry for tomorrow we die,
Giving after life not a thought, as God’s Truth isn’t sought.

Only one life’s decreed by God, for beings on earth’s sod,
As He Decrees our last breath, the time that we see death,
This encounter will then lead, to Judgment, for all decreed,
Appointed to all by our Creator, Who is also man’s Savior.

Time on earth God gives us, so we may seek Christ Jesus,
Who paid the judgment for all, charged on us from the fall,
Reconciling God with men, when in Christ we’re born again,
Removing the sting of death, while giving us eternal breath.

You may not believe this friend, as all life on earth will end,
Our soul lives on eternally, but in darkness without Calvary,
Which, gave us Eternal Life, through the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Come to Him before the end; eternity with Him you’ll spend.

(Copyright ©04/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Joe Breunig, 14 november 2013

Poem: Still Forgiven

O My Lord, there is no one vaguely like Thee,
Who has the ability to forgive me of my iniquity.

Failure to accept Your grace is a sin of pride,
since Your presence within me, can divinely reside.

Forgiveness is a powerful weapon for my wounded soul,
when I recognize that only You can truly make me whole.

Help me Lord, to rightly walk in love without hypocrisy;
help me observe the Christ - in everyone I meet and see.

Don’t allow poor, quarrelsome behaviors to rise up in me,
for ungodly uproars may create opposition to God’s decrees.

Remind me to be kind, gentle and tender-hearted to those,
who still suffer under the weight of sin’s deathly throes.

In the remainder of my days, I will continually confess,
that I’ve been cleansed of all traces of unrighteousness.

Despite my human imperfections, my spirit won’t be riven,
knowing that I am greatly blessed and… still forgiven!

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013

I remember you in the white hot sun

I remember you in the white-hot sun
with rays flaming
when you die shake your hair out
near to the small pond
in which the blue sky and clouds were reflected,
with the oak’s trunk
where morning glories are climbing up
and similar we are tied to each other.

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Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013

When I first saw you (cavatina)

When I first saw you something happened,
in a long glance
our eyes met and the old world decayed,
our hearts did dance,
nights full of perfume, spice was on the wind,
some sweet romance
suddenly was between us, like red wine
your lips shined while you looked divine.

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Satish Verma, 14 november 2013

FRUGALITY

wanted to send a call to me
sitting in a flowing traffic of life, a sinister,
sadistic happiness to see the disasters

coming home, in triangle of death,
for visitation of a nihilistic visual, the wedding
of taxidermal violence, at scope of frugal

clay, moulding the age of anxiety
because there were enough girls to be raped
and hunger was disconnecting the tribes

in camps, the bunkers were safe haven
for daunting, unremembered prodigal sons;
the vultures were dying daily,

you were outcast, a sleepwalker in dark,
confronting the boundaries of labiate palms

Satish Verma