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Bob Gotti, 25 july 2013

From Adam To Christ

God revealed Himself to Adam and Eve, the first souls to believe,
In The Creator of all this earth, Who through them, conceived birth,
The birth of all souls created by Him, in a world now cursed by sin,
But, of those Adam and Eve left, God had continued through Seth.

First Noah had encountered God, prior to Him flooding earth’s sod,
For, Noah was righteous enough, to save man’s seed from a flood,
Along with man, all life created, by that flood that Noah anticipated,
As God had revealed to him, the destruction, because of man’s sin,

As God resumed populating earth, the wife of Terah had given birth,
To the son they named Abram, from who the nation Israel had come,
God changed his name to Abraham, the spiritual father of each man,
As God revealed he’d be a nation, that would bring God’s Salvation,

First, came Isaac then Jacob, who was Israel, by the decree of God,
Who spoke to the nation of Israel, regarding God’s plan and His will,
Revealing the future time to come, for God to reveal His Eternal Son,
Speaking through Him in our time; revealing to all Salvation’s design.

Speaking to all through Jesus Christ, about the cross and eternal life,
As fallen man could be restored, through God’s salvation in the Lord,
Revealing the only way back to God, for man, on earth’s cursed sod,
When His Son you find and believe, that Eternal Life you can receive.

(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 25 july 2013

It’s A People Problem

The problem is not the Gospel, God’s Good News, but, the people,
Those souls who refuse to see, that they’re sinners like you and me,
From the world they’ve understood, that all men are inherently good,
So salvation they need not my friend, for Heaven is everyone’s end.

However, every life, when they begin, are separated because of sin,
Born of sin in their mother’s womb, so for The Lord there’s no room,
For the Lord is not sought at all, as man has been tainted by the fall,
All are in need of a seeking heart, before life with God can ever start.

A heart must be willing to repent, moved by The Spirit God has sent,
Willing from their sins, to turn away, to follow The Lord’s narrow way,
Willing to enter in that new door, leaving that life they’ve lived before,
Willing to start a whole new life, as they obey The Lord, Jesus Christ.

It is only after you do understand, that you’re a sinner in God’s hand,
That the Good News you will embrace, to be saved, by God’s Grace,
Granted a new life, upon this earth, this, only through a spiritual birth,
Born Again, by The Spirit of God, to be led by Christ’s staff and rod.

Then in Christ you’re a new creation, all this, through God’s Salvation,
Not because of what you’ve done, but by the sacrifice of God’s Son,
Saved by Christ’s work on the cross, when He saved the sinfully lost,
He died, was buried and rose again, to give new life to believing men.

(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 25 july 2013

Waves Of Religion

Religion has a hold of many, in this land, of good and plenty,
Many today are spiritually lost, adrift in man’s religious sauce,
So many are religiously sauced, like Paul said are just tossed,
To and fro about all the waves, in a religion which never saves.

Today with many religious views, many ignore the Good News,
Hindered in their own way to God, all across this religious sod,
Swayed religiously to and fro, never certain of where they’ll go,
Unsure of where they will end, where in Eternity they will spend.

Many have forsaken the cross, so they continue spiritually lost,
Wandering about, in religious stew, living as if they never knew,
The Lord as Savior, Jesus Christ, who came to be our sacrifice,
Who came to set prisoners free, from their chains of Religiosity.

In religion there’s no freedom, only mandates, not from the Son,
Religious edicts imposed by man, not in God’s redemption plan,
Christ alone, was to fully replace, man’s works with God’s Grace,
Grace that saves both you and me, finished by Christ at Calvary.

All was accomplished by our Lord, this, in religion goes ignored,
Bringing this to one conclusion, religion creates much confusion,
Folly of spiritual leaders today, simply leads many people astray,
Far from God’s one salvation, the one found in God’s Revelation.

(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 25 july 2013

Sharing Our Joy

The Lord cultivates His joy in us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus,
A joy, found in Christian brothers, joy we need to share with others,
Led by The Spirit of Jesus Christ, may the joy from God fill our life,
This as we move from the pews, to share with men His Good News.

While traveling on this earthly sod, it’s the plan and purpose of God,
For all the believers who weekly perch, in the pews of God’s Church,
All who have come through Calvary, who in Jesus Christ have liberty,
Through His Spirit we have received, when in Christ we truly believed.

Now, in the flesh we mustn’t walk, but, we must live our Christian talk,
Our former ways we must reject, for we are truly the Lord God’s elect,
Chosen by The Lord God above, to walk in God’s joy and in His love,
As we now live in a newness of life, as we walk in The Spirit of Christ.

Through God’s power of salvation, we’re now in Christ a new creation,
To the old sinful flesh we have died, now in The Spirit we must abide,
That change to joy in our behavior, comes from abiding in our Savior,
Christ, who gives us joy and peace, which, from God will never cease.

The joy we share with others friend, is from a Hope that will never end,
The joy and hope from Jesus Christ, throughout all aspects of our life,
This includes every trial and test, where in The Lord Jesus, we can rest,
Through all of our present suffering, as we serve in joy Christ our King.

(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Naeem, 24 july 2013

To Hope

Wait not for my return,
soon, as time fades, I will be forgotten.

Let go of this hand, dearest of all,
it is not you but I, who cannot see me crawl.

Let me fly into the fogs where great waves may lay,
worry not, dearest! Surely I have foreseen this day.

-Nr.

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Gert Strydom, 24 july 2013

Down at the fen (cavatina)

Down at the fen small red weavers twitter,
they do frolic,
are joyous fluttering from reed to reed
while mud do stick
to my boots, as it seems impassable
and soft and thick.
Reeds grow; weeping willows give their shadow,
in a world that I do not really know.

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Gert Strydom, 24 july 2013

I have seen some fading red roses (cavatina)

I have seen some fading red roses,
pink hollyhocks,
all withering at the end of summer,
stripped like rocks,
many trees standing like huge skeletons;
the sheer amok
that black ripe brings as it falls destroying,
and that all life has also an ending

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Gert Strydom, 24 july 2013

I remember her fluttering (cavatina)

I remember her fluttering, a bird
at the window,
twittering as if calling me to her,
a small shadow
on the ledge, finding a new kind of world
she did not know;
that she moved on the day of her death,
great pain then took away my very breath

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Satish Verma, 24 july 2013

DEATH'S REVERSAL

Coming to cephalic withdrawl,
sharing a deadly delusion,
O my world -
I will not ask,
I will not take back.
For my own liberation, I will set you free.

I am reversing myself,
my battles are still raging.
The flames have reached the tallest branches,
naked in sky:
Verga, why the drops are not going to come down?

Going alone in the woods,
to find the skeletons, in the shades of grief,
a deathless comp of apostates,
to start a revolution, we become
carpenters, carving totems.

The question marks are increasing
in wrinkles. On the shoulders of a lone tree
a black bird sings to an old moon.
Are there any worlds beyond the stars?

Inspired by a poem of famous urdu poet Allama Iqbal

ABHI ISHQ KE IMTIHAN AUR BHE HAIN
SITARON KE AAGAI JAHAN AUR BHE HAIN

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 23 july 2013

She was like a girl lost happily (cavatina)

She was like a girl lost happily
in a attic,
when she told me of her childhood, of things
that catch and trick,
of some magic bottles in the pantry,
her tongue did lick
her lips in great excitement, we looked
at some semi-precious rocks, she was hooked

on a blue necklace of glowing sapphire,
amazing hued,
with a unknown fire in its blazing depths,
we were then glued
to imaginings, flights of fantasy;
just by some blued
gemstones that catch the eye in their sparkling
and being with her was quite exciting.

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From Adam To Christ

It’s A People Problem

Waves Of Religion

Sharing Our Joy

To Hope

Down at the fen (cavatina)

I have seen some fading red roses (cavatina)

I remember her fluttering (cavatina)

DEATH'S REVERSAL

She was like a girl lost happily (cavatina)

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