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Bob Gotti, 5 october 2013

Raising Godly Families

Raising families may be tough, as our times are spiritually rough,
The roads that many take today, can lead youth spiritually astray;
Though times continue to change, God above, remains the same,
So that on The Lord’s Revelation, we can have a firm foundation.

The Lord has a design for us, for families following Christ Jesus,
Regarding the families we raise, for The Lord’s honor and praise,
Building on the Truths of Christ, we guide children to Eternal Life,
As God’s plan moves the family, to a new life with God, eternally.

As we follow our Lord above, our families must be raised in love,
They must become our priority, as we sacrificially love the family,
Sacrificing even our own desire, for a priority much, much higher,
When we provide for the family, they obtain strength and security.

To those who we need to reach, it is necessary to biblically teach,
Godly character and God’s Ways, as we lead them in these days,
Leading them in this world of sin, we must teach Godly discipline,
With Godly boundaries in this life, being followers of Jesus Christ,

It is a must we model personally, real Christ likeness to our family,
So that through our life we reveal, a God to them, who is truly real,
While teaching with a caring heart, in hope that they will not depart,
When times fill them with dismay, so, on God’s path they will stay.

Fervently, we must always pray, for the family each and every day,
Knowing that we need help from, The Lord, when hard times come;
Finally, through all times it is a must, that in all things we fully trust,
The final outcome of our family, to the Lord, who’s over all eternity.

(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 october 2013

Discerning Signs

It is said, that a red sky at night, for sailors at sea is a delight,
As the following day will be, pleasant weather with a calm sea,
But a red sky in the morning, becomes for them a big warning,
That it’ll be bad weather instead, for that morning sky was red.

Christ Himself touched on this, talking to men spiritually amiss,
Many who could discern the sky, knew not who He was or why,
He was sent by God to that nation, sent to that very generation,
Discerning of the sky above, but, not what scriptures spoke of.

The Lord spoke of those signs, that were present in their times,
That should have been obvious, to the leaders spiritually amiss,
Noting they were hypocritical, while other Scripture they’d fulfill,
Having eyes they could not see, Truths, unfolding prophetically.

Is anything really different today, about what men do and say?
About scripture penned long ago, Truths, so that we can know,
The Lord’s purpose and His plan, for this world and every man,
As we see around the world, ancient prophecies being unfurled.

Today is it any different friend, as prophetically we’re in the end,
As we take a look all around, the Age of Grace is winding down;
Is the religious man a hypocrite, or just sadly, biblically illiterate?
About all those signs given to us, through the Lord Christ Jesus.

(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 october 2013

Changing Days And Ways

One chilly start to this day, waiting for the sun’s first ray,
As God above sends forth, the sun for light and warmth,
The sun is the larger light, to break darkness of the night,
Ordered by the Creator God, for daily light upon this sod.

In that sun produced light, we walk in ways deemed right,
Deemed right by the Creator, as men move to the Savior;
While in darkness evil men, go in ways God will condemn,
As they trip and spiritually fall, denying the Lord’s over all.

At times the sun is hidden by, clouds which mask the sky,
Being covered by God’s power, to provide man a shower;
But, with dark clouds overhead, it’s harsh weather instead,
When heavy rains are poured, upon the earth, by The Lord.

Even as the seasons change, it gets cold but light remains,
While the fields receive their rest, we enter into winter’s test,
When the summer rain we know, may turn into ice and snow,
Making travel hectic friend, but, that season has too an end.

God who makes all the change, up above remains the same,
A loving God, but man must, understand that He is also just,
Wanting us to leave our dark sin, while we truly embrace Him,
Moving into the light of Christ, through salvation into new life.

(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Victor, 5 october 2013

Hey musician play

Years and milleniums pass
No change in our die-cast
And in usual routine
Flow following at last.
Some exhausted, and some lazy,
Some about bread are crazy,
Over all sounds simple tune.
All discepancies erazing
Hey, musiciian, play, I'll be believing,
That the better a day will come soon
Hey, musiciian, play, doors all leaving
Wde ajar to the future blue moon
lt is not an audience freak,
No French shouts, no Greek.
Missing curtains; and no prompters,
And the scene is narrow street.
Songs and fates and cities scores
That's musicians' en route chores.
And his empty pocket trite
Is the least of mundain woes
Hey, musiciian, play, I'll be believing,
That the better a day will come soon
Hey, musiciian, play, doors all leaving
Wde ajar to the future blue moon
Hey, musiciian, play, I'll be believing,
That the better a day will come soon
Hey, musiciian, play, doors all leaving
Wde ajar to the future blue moon

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Satish Verma, 5 october 2013

VEILED INFERNO

Take it to the doors of heart:
features are same,
of whores and nuns.

Small steps, big hands
move towards the blood-gates of ropes
to pluck the thorns from books.

Tomorrow was yet to come.
Today it is bloodbath
in river of slogans

Afterword was mine.
The candle will burn for whole night
in different colors.

Who was outsider
in the shivering crowd?
Let everybody shed the mask

Satish Verma

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oluwatosin olabode, 5 october 2013

Keenea

She's beautiful-
A damsel to behold;
With her serene personality
And easy going character,
She's a queen to be told

Her warmth caresses me
Funny; so fun to be with
Smart, intellectual, clever...
Awesomely unique at all she does:
Fashionista, academia,
One with the gift of singing,
Whose drawings reflect 'unedged' talent
With her presence, I'm never fuzzy
Her writings are God's own breath.

Though I'm a thousand miles away
I feel her smiles as though without a distance
She make me smile
I pray her smiles grow in His grace

Happy Birthday Love.
Happy birthday Twiny.
Happy birthday Keenea.

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oluwatosin olabode, 4 october 2013

insured Blood

What will be done
has been done,
Entering into an existence
that has existed,
Giving and doing things
already always done,
Concerning this; it can't be mistaken,
but if and only if, it's followed His way.

Nothing more... nothing less
serious, couldn't give anything else.
While people be getting confirmations
this one- Yes already confirmed.
It's a life free from doubt,
not conflicted, seems to understand life's nature.

I tell you...
No longer I,
but Christ, that lives in me.
His blood's insured,
He is the perfect one; so are my becoming...
Once, all things becoming new,
as I surrender; old things passing away.
My blood's insured too
as he immediately now lives in me.

The insured blood entails
dwelling in the secret place of the Most High,
Where He is a sheild for us;
simply put, our protection is assured.
This isn't to say, it will happen,
but that, it has happened already.

To be insured, is to be certain,
to know without an iota of doubt
that He, in whom you have your being
has covered all you could ever think of-

Without the shedding of blood,
there cannot be forgiveness of sins.
His blood was given...
Off course, it satisties!!!
Only the insured blood
Keeps you whole enough.

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Gert Strydom, 4 october 2013

Some mornings

Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.

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Gert Strydom, 4 october 2013

Some mornings

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Satish Verma, 4 october 2013

WARFRONT

The spectre of falling towers in night
unfolds in awe.
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn.

Heart of pig was being readied
for implant, tallies with the seizured
hollow of a man.

A young girl of seventeen, comes for
a rendezvous with a terrorist,
eats the bullets for a damned nether land.

Every one was angry after
the explosion. Only truth had a slit of smile
in the smokescreen of contenders.

A dialogue on violence must start
to know the reality of nirvana
fear will not end, ending of fear.

Satish Verma

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