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Bob Gotti, 7 december 2013

Just A Taste

Come meet The God of Eternity, just taste Truth and you’ll see,
Just how sweet it is to your soul, as you stand with Him in awe,
In awe of what He’s done for us, through His Son, Christ Jesus,
Who had left His Eternal Throne, to make sinners His very Own.

The love of Christ is wonderful, reaching even that darkest fool,
Giving those who’re in the dark, His loving light through a spark,
A spark to take them of the night, into the Lord’s Glorious Light,
The saving light of Jesus Christ, which grants to them a new life.

In only takes but one small taste, to realize that it is not a waste,
To go ahead with a positive nod, to look into The Word of God,
About the Truths of God’s Son, which were written for everyone,
Just why He came into the world, the Truth today that we herald.

Of how by God’s matchless love, He had left His Throne above,
To come down onto this earth, through a prophesied virgin birth,
The Eternal God, yet born a man, to bring God’s Salvation Plan,
Good News to men everywhere, when tasted, you too will share.

That Goodness, of The Lord God, everywhere upon earth’s sod,
When you come to know your place, and God’s abundant Grace,
Your heart and soul will rejoice, as in Truth you lift up your voice,
Saved by Christ from Adam’s fall, you too, in Him will be in awe.

(Copyright © 02/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 7 december 2013

We Are Saints

I’ve been sanctified, set apart, for God’s service from the start,
The very moment that I believed, when Christ’s Spirit I received,
I was indeed, set apart by God, while still upon this earthly sod,
Sealed by the Spirit of Christ, for God’s purpose within this life.

All believers are God’s holy ones, truly set apart, by God’s Son,
Becoming saints while on earth, through the power of New Birth,
Indeed, not by the choice of men, but when we were Born Again,
We’re true saints of The Living God, led on earth by Christ’s rod.

Saints, according to God’s Grace, for His purpose on this place,
To have an impact, in this world, as His Truth we fervently herald,
Truth that states we are saints, regardless of what religion paints,
Saints, chosen by Christ The Lord, truth, that by many is ignored.

We are saints, as God has willed, with His purpose to be fulfilled,
Not simply saints for another time, but on earth by God’s Design,
Separated from this world’s plan, to be used by The Son of Man,
In spreading the Gospel of Christ, while in this present earthly life.

We’re not saints for just above, but here by God for sharing love,
The love of His Saving Gospel, as this for believers is God’s will,
To fill with saints the Church of God, those upon this earthly sod,
Then we can spend Eternal Life, saints together with Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©01/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 7 december 2013

Controlling All

It is The Lord God who chooses, every doctor that He uses,
To treat the cancer deep in me, to heal my dreaded infirmity;
And with allowing each procedure, this for certain, I am sure,
Granting grace along the way, for every single hospital stay.

He directs my path with grace, dictating every doctor’s pace,
Never allowing what might be, controlling what is best for me,
When His providence did override, the procedure was denied,
Surely not the doc’s first choice, God trumps the doc’s voice.

Such has been the way of God, on this present journey I trod,
Along the journey with my wife, while in the autumn of our life,
A journey that wasn’t our choice, but, in God we could rejoice,
For God holds us in His hand, in times difficult to understand.

With another procedure behind, we in God had peace of mind,
With God’s peace in our heart, knowing Christ wouldn’t depart,
Who, is that light upon our path, through all and any aftermath,
We, not knowing what’s ahead, lean upon Jesus Christ instead.

With more ahead down the road, God will help lighten our load,
As we cast all burdens to Him, Christ gives us His peace within,
And with decisions yet to be made, at His feet they can be laid,
While we lean upon Jesus Christ, through all the trials in our life.

(Copyright ©01/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 7 december 2013

What A Ride

Present life can be one big ride, but, in my life God is glorified,
As The Lord guides me through, times and places He foreknew,
Times He ordered in my life, in that I could lean on Jesus Christ,
While God leads me from above, all through this ride I speak of.

My ride has valleys and hills, but lacking an amusement’s thrills,
For although each hill was high, at times they’d bring just a sigh,
Although at times it brought relief, time on the hill was only brief,
With yet another valley in view, that time was short, this we knew.

For on this ride I wasn’t alone, the experience wasn’t just my own,
Along with me in this ride of life, was a God provided loving wife,
By my side in the good and bad, a comfort when times were sad,
Comforted, not only by His grace, but by my wife in all we’d face.

The Lord was with us at every turn, as we helped each other learn,
God’s ways in dark times, as He comforted our hearts and minds,
And when on a hill we’d plateau, in our ride we had come to know,
Hearing the joy within her voice, together in God we would rejoice.

The time together in which we spend, upon this ride will soon end,
For Eternity is ahead for both of us, together with our Lord Jesus,
As soon we’ll both leave this place, to a home afforded by Grace,
And before in my life I have died, I shall say to Christ, what a ride!

(Copyright ©01/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Gert Strydom, 6 december 2013

From the days of yonder

From the days of yonder
you did prepare our garden beautifully
and like a English teagarden
planted several flowers together
that they can spread
their magical fragrances and colours throughout any season

and now that summer is coming

and God lets His rain pour down
our garden has become a piece of paradise.

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Satish Verma, 6 december 2013

ONCE MORE

He nearly jumped
from the cliff shrinking back to
the old avatar.

Crossing the dawn in
winter of life for a gift
of the autumn.

It never ends for-
the tears, which lighten up
the candle in dark.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 5 december 2013

Poem: Nothing, But Olive Oil

She was in a panic; her husband was dead,
while the fear of dread had filled her head.

The local creditor wanted to enslave her sons;
she desired to keep her family from being undone.

She observed the seriousness of her situation
and sought the prophet for an inspired solution.

In their meeting, Elisha asked about her resources,
to determine a course of action, for him to endorse.

“With my spouse gone, my finances have been despoiled;
all that is left, is but a small container of oil.”

“Listen carefully my sister, and I’ll instruct you
with the needed wisdom, for your divine break-through.

Seek out your neighbors, for many, empty pots and jars;
be diligent in your search, with friends, near and far.

Once you have completed your first task of collection,
lock yourselves inside, with the jars in your possession.

Then take your original vial of olive oil and begin to pour,
filling each, empty vessel, behind the safety of your door.

For once you start, you will see the blessings of God flow,
according to your level of faith, His grace He will bestow.”

One at a time, she filled a cleaned vessel and set it aside;
when she was finished, her and her family were teary-eyed.

Upon further instruction, she sold the oil, paid her debts,
and was thankful, that their future needs were… completely met.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
2 Kings 4:1-7

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, 5 december 2013

Sometimes I do ask

Sometimes I do ask for a bit of mercy from you,
to hesitate when you do not immediately understand
and to keep at mind
that wherever life goes

I do love you out of the depth of my heart.

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Gert Strydom, 4 december 2013

Like a fragile cosmos flower

Like a fragile cosmos flower
you came unexpectedly into my life,
before I knew it I did fall in love
and now you turn my days over and over.

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Gert Strydom, 3 december 2013

As a mere child

As a mere child I played the marigold game
and pulled off and did divide
the yellow leave one after the other
but now that I have got you
I do not want to determine your love like this.

Everything in life I want to share with you,
I cannot and do not want to forget you
and what does flowers know about true love?

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Sometimes I do ask

Like a fragile cosmos flower

As a mere child

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