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Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 sierpnia 2012

Soldier

Soldier
Where is the war you are running off to fight ?

Soldier
Who's ideology are you fighting for ?

Soldier
What will be your spoils of war ?

Will it be obtaining earthly power
and possessions ?

   Will it be the wounded you have rescued
   from the battle field of souls ?

   Soldier
   The war is won in Heaven
   How will you win it on the earth ?

   Soldier
   Will you fight to win
   Or will you become another casualty of war ?

    Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
   November 18, 1995

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 8 lipca 2012

Mistaken Idenitity

I was traveling along my life line,
when mine line intersected with a peculiar guy,
In a time and a place,that was not unfamiliar to me.

He stared at his reflection in a mirror, and chanted,
"Me,My,I."

This was a peculiar sight,
so I could't help but pry, "Are you all right ?"

He replied, "My life line has taken some sever curves and Steep dives !"

I felt compassion for this peculiar Guy's plight , and had to pry,
"Have you considered inviting God to help you straighten out the sever curves and steep dives in your life ?"

He replied, " Yes,every time I look into a mirror."

"Me,My And I."

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 19 ,2011

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 czerwca 2012

The Giant Super Market

Religion is like a giant super market
   It's shelves are stocked with every brand of god
   that the mind can think up

   You will hear most people say
   It's foolish to put your faith in only one brand

   They will advise you not to waste your time
   studying the labels on the back of every god

   For there are too many of them to compare
   just choose the one that looks like it will satisfy your desires
   and relax your conscience

   For life is short

   We all must devote our time to more important things in life
   such as work and play

   Instead of getting lost at the giant super market
   In the maze of aisle that are a mile high
   and stretch for miles in length

   Today i saw an article in The Religious Consumer's Report magazine
   It read, Shoppers who took the time to compare the labels
   and put their faith in the Jesus brand

   Were rushed through the express checkout counter
   and entered Heaven

    Shoppers who did not spend time comparing labels
    and put their faith in other gods

    Found themselves stunned
    as they waited in very long lines to go through the check out counter
    and enter The Lake Of Fire

    Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
    June 17, 1996

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 17 czerwca 2012

When Fog Sets Down

Some times fog set down on the path we travel

     We get confused which way is the right road to travel

     Because we aren't sure if there is a black or white answer to our direction

     So we stumble and we fall
     as we try to find our own way through the fog

     So we in our panic
     send up a prayer toward heaven
     Like a smoke signal, trying to help the Lord to find us in the fog

      But God reminds us
      there is no place that can hide us from His eyes

     So He whispers gently in our ear
     Peace be still
     open your ears and eye to Me
     I will guide you back to safety

     Some times fog sets down on the path we travel

     We get confused which way is the right way to travel

     In our own panic
     we try to find our own way out of the fog

     So we stumble and we fall

     Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
     Aug 8 , 1998

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 9 czerwca 2012

The Way Home

I have journeyed to the crossroads of life
    Where light meets darkness

    To seek you out of love
    To call you back home

    I didn't come to preach about your sin
    You know wrong and right
    I came to help you find your way back home

    You use to walk the road of light
    Now you try to flee from The Lord's sight

    You took a flight down the dark road
    To fulfill your dreams of silver and gold

    Now you can't find your way back home
    You have lost your spiritual sight

    You have found yourself wandering around in circles
    Lost in the emptiness and darkness of the world

     I didn't come to preach about your sin
     You know wrong and right

     I came to help you find your way back home
     I came to restore your spiritual sight

    Jesus stands at the crossroads of live
    Where light meets darkness

    To seek you out of love
    To help you find your way back home

    Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
    June, 1992

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 czerwca 2012

Is It A Twist Of Fate Or The Hand Of God ?

When the floodgates of opportunity and prosperity are open fore you
    Is this a twist of fate or God's hand of provision ?

    When a stranger helps you get out of a ditch
    Is this a twist of fate or God's hand of mercy ?

    Jesus's death on the cross
    Was this a twist of faith or God's ultimate demonstration of His love toward sinful
    man ?

     When a christian travels along the straight and narrow road of faith
     Is this a twist of fate or an expression of love and devotional service to God ?

     Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
     March 18 , 1998

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 maja 2012

How Does Your Garden Grow ?

A christian life is like fertile field,
     that is purchased with a costly price by The Master,
     Who put the field under our stewardship while He is away.

      Now there are two kinds of seed,
      that will take root in the fertile soil.

      One is The Word of God,
      The other is the desires of the flesh.

      When The Word seed is nurtured,
      It will grow and produce spiritual fruit and abundant life.

      When the desires of the flesh seed is nurtured,
       It will grow to produce false satisfaction and death.

      So when The Master returns,
      Will He be pleased with what you have cultivated in His field ?

       Remember what you sow is what you will reap !

        Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
        Feb 24 , 1999

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 20 maja 2012

Touching the Heart

See the need ,
meet the need ,
Let the world know ,
Jesus loves them so !

Words are cheap ,
actions of love ,
touch the heart deep .

So keep your eyes peeled ,
fore a chance to show them ,
Jesus is more then a myth ,
His presence is real !

See the need ,
meet the need ,
let the world know ,
Jesus loves them so !

Silent Songs : Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 31, 1992

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 14 maja 2012

Dirty Hands

The field has been purchased ,
The field has been fertilized,
by the blood of The Vine Dresser.

The Vine Dresser is in the market square,
hiring hands that are willing to work His land.
The Vine Dresser promises to share the fruit of the harvest,
with ever hand that work His land.

Will you get your hand dirty,
by working in the Vine Dresser's field,
or will you lay back in your easy chair?

Be quick to make up your mind,
for day light is burning fast.
The harvest ends at the approach of night.

The field has been purchased ,
The field has been fertilized,
by the blood of The Vine Dresser.

The Vine Dresser promises to share the fruit of the harvest,
with ever hand that work His land.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo October 20,2010

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 6 maja 2012

Salvation In A Storm

Lighting flashes brightly across the black satin sky.
   The greenish gray clouds with their erie glow, race across the sky like winged
   giants, who howl their threats to drawn me with their bucket of rain.

   The ocean is like a sadistic juggler, with it's mountainous size waves,
    it throws me up into the air, then rolls me head over heels underneath it's self.
    When it grows board of tormenting me, it threatens to dash me against the rocks.

    I struggle to keep my head above water, to expel water out of my lungs, and to
    gasp my next breath of life.
    I bob up and down in the ocean like a Bobber on the end of a fisherman's pole,
    Who has a fish tugging on his line, the ocean tugs at me, trying to pull me under.

     In my helplessness I cry out for help, but my pleas fall on deaf ears of my family and friends, for they do not come out to me in boats or throw me a life raft, to rescue me.    They stand on the shore motionlessly, like statues in a Greek garden.

    My body becomes zapped of energy, like the ocean had stuck a straw into me, and   sucked all of my energy out of my body.
    My body becomes numb and motionless as if it turned to stone. At any moment I   fear I will sink to the bottom of the ocean, like a ship's anchor.

    Then a voice whispers to me, but in my mind the voice echoes through me like a sound made in an empty hall way.
    It says to me, " Come to Me , you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give   you rest ."
    When I recognized who is whispering to me, I cry out to God to rescue me.

     Suddenly right before my weary eye, out of the dark stormy sea arose a platform in   the shape of a cross, it was made of wood and had a pure gold surface, it had steps on for sides of it.

    By faith I ascended the steps, and got down on my bended knee, and gave thanks   to God for providing salvation in a storm.
    As if He acknowledged my prayer, a blinding light broke through the dark satin sky.

    The clouds who were like winged giants, their howling threats were silenced.

    The sadistic juggler, the ocean, became a tamed gentleman

    The platform in shape of the cross transported me safely to the shore of stability.

    This is what it's like to tread water in a trial in my life.

    Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
    August 28, 2008

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How Does Your Garden Grow ?

Touching the Heart

Dirty Hands

Salvation In A Storm

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