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Stephen J. Vattimo, 13 września 2018

The Wild Mouse Ride

Up and downUpright than upside-downNightmareRoller coaster ride never subsidesStatistical clown operating the rideDoing timeWithout committing a crimeLife without hope in Jesus Christ
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 12, 2018

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 8 października 2016

Windows of Heaven

Windows of Heaven
They inhabit places all throughout the world
Some stately,some are meager in statue
They are constructed according to the Carpenter's hand.
Windows of Heaven
They are God's children,
They are passages for God's light to Pass through
To bring the warm light of salvation ,into dark cold spiritual dead rooms
Windows of heaven get weather beaten and wither away with the sands of time
Every window has curtains of sin hanging in them
Curtains open or close
let in,or block out Heaven's light of salvation
According which way it yields it's frame
To the forces of dark or to the light
Will you curtains be open by actions of Love,mercy,and grace
Will your curtain be shut by actions of hate,unforgiveness,revenge
Windows of Heaven
They are God's children,
They are passages for God's light to Pass through
To bring the warm light of salvation ,into dark cold spiritual dead rooms
Written By Stephen J.Vattimo
Jan 1, 2016

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 8 października 2016

In The Stands or Behind The Wheel

Cars cued up
Engines raving
Suspense and energy, thick in the air
We are gathered at the race track of life
Some sit in the stands
Some sit behind the wheel
Some drivers are sponsored by Jehovah Jireh
Some drivers are sponsored by Prince Of The Power Of The Air
The race track is a very dangerous place
There is no room for cloudy minds and slow reflexes
Jehovah Jireh sponsored Drives have to stay sharp through the word and the power of the Holy Spirit
For Prince Of The Power Of The Air Drivers will use every dirty trick to run their opponent’s car into the wall
Drivers Need to rely on their Pit Crew Team to warn them of unseen dangers,replace spiritual warn out tires,with renewed tires
Remove or correct any spiritually malfunction that is hindering the performance of the car
No matter how far a pit stop put a driver behind in laps
The driver has to reenter the track by faith and determination that God will give them the ability to make up the laps and get in position to be able compete to be the first car to cross the finish line
Cars cued up
Engines raving
Suspense and energy, thick in the air
We are gathered at the race track of life
Some sit in the stands
Some sit behind the wheel
Are you in the stands or behind the wheel?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
May 18,2016

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 8 października 2016

Two Spirits Watching The Ocean Of Turmoil

Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Specter who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by annoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an on board fire.
The Specter evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Specter stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Specter of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 27 września 2015

Sail By God's Compass And Map

There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It's mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity

This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
had a proud history but it wasn't always full of smooth sailing

They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen world

They had battled their way through many storm by their faith in their Creator
He through his holy Spirit He gave them the strength of nerves of steel
He place a burning will to fight to over come their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out
He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with it's darkness

They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves
They fault against pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands
to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule

There came a time this nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty they had acquired
They decided to mutiny against the Creator
In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island

The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity
to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
when they were on their way
they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans
and threw them overboard

They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters
They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open it's mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread

The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their
sails
the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus

The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner
For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel
To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them
To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters
But they didn't have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters

They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship
Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds

To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm

To confess and repent from their muteness ways
To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail their ship once again under His banner
By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world

Written by Stephen J.Vattimo
August 10,2015

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 27 września 2015

The Glory Of A Tree Or A Branch Of A Vine

Fortune and Fame,
Is this the root of the value of your name?

If all your valued were stripped away,
would be like a tree who leaves were stolen away by the winds of a hurricane?

In the eye of a watching world,
would you appear to be like a hopeless tree,
stand in the forest with naked branches and rotted out roots?

If you were like a branch that was grafted into a healthy strong vine named Jesus The . Nazarene.
Though the hurricanes will come and go and steel your fortune and fame
Your branches will never remain naked.
For the vine's root will never rot.
For the vine is the source of eternal life and has over come the power behind the force of the hurricanes.

The branch that abides in the vine will always renew it's fruit.

Which is your fortune and fame rooted in?

Are you a tree standing alone in the forest try to produce your own glory?

Are you a branch grafted the vine name Jesus The Nazarene?

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 12, 2015

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 czerwca 2015

Invincible SuperHero

It's splash across the canvas of print
It's blare across the airways

Another SuperHero has fallen.

On the stage of life,they appear bullet proof
but out of the bright lights,in the shadows
every SuperHero has his Kryptonite

In the bright lights
a SuperHero's powers are his wealth and fame
in the shadows super powers can be weakened
by thieves,moths,rust

Don't Gear when a SuperHero has fallen
less it becomes your Kryptonite
and you trip over your own cape.

The strength of a SuperHero's custom is not in silver or gold
but in the strength of a good name.

There is only one invincible SuperHero
He conquered death at the cross
To rescue Humanity from the hands of a villain

The name of this SuperHero is Jesus The Christ

Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 6 2014

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 czerwca 2015

Wild Flowers

Wild flowers

They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them
They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil,
They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator
They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak
They wither,and fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand

Wild flowers

Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas
Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil
For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops.

Wild flowers

Man is like the wild flower of the field

They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them
They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator
Some grow to have families ,some grow alone
Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness
They all reach their peak of their glory,
Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand

Wild flowers

In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty.
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams .

Wild flowers

Relationship are like wild flowers
They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them.
When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it's praise
If we didn't do so while it was alive.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 7, 2015

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 10 kwietnia 2015

I'm Not Living In Stealth Mode

my image might be a fright in your sight
but that doesn't mean I bite

I don't have a college degree
But that doesn't mean I am not wise enough to know the difference between darkness and light

I may not be a Pastor or a Rabbi
But I can still share with your the words of Jesus who has the power to lead you from death and into abundant eternal life

My talents may not fetch silver or Gold
But that doesn't mean they aren't gifts from God
But that doesn't mean they aren't anointed for the service of God's kingdom

I may not have a popular name
I may not have power and wealth
That doesn't mean I live in stealth mode

But thats not going to stop me from turning the world upside down
To introduce the hungry to the name of The Bead Of Life
Jesus The Christ.

Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 25 2014

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 10 kwietnia 2015

Black Sheep Washed Whiter Than Snow

Jesus frees
If you will believe

Cast away your wondering around in your dark past
Start traveling along His lighted path
you will see that Jesus frees
If you will believe

I started my journey as a black sheep in the fold
always rolling in the wrong direction
So I was starved for affection
I was abandoned by the fold

Instead of hanging me from a tree
They leave me in a dense dark forest
In the care of the hands of the wolves

The Father to the Fatherless closes the hungry mouths of the wolves
He safely lead me back to my fold
Though I try to roll in harmony with the fold
I could not win their affection
I recieved their rejection
Because in their I eyes I was still the black sheep of the fold

They curioused me out of the fold
They thought I would never be a successful sheep
They thought I would roll in the direct of a pig
Spending my days wallowing in the mud
becoming nothing more than a dud
My journey would end on a heap pile of crud

I once again was abandoned to the dark dense woods
The home of the hungry wolves

I found the woods were cold with rejection
No flames of affection to warm oneself by
Blinded by darkness ,for there was no hope to provide light
Wandering around lost ,for there was no direction

Then The Father to the Fatherless
The Good Shepherd
Called out to me

He said," You don't have to be lost any more."
"Join my fold."

"I will never neglect you."
"I will never reject you."
"I will never eject you."

"Cast away your wondering around in your dark past."
"Come let Me make you a new creation,old thing are done away with."
"Let Me guide you along the lighted path of abundant life. "

" For I am Jesus, I have come to set you free!"

" If you will believe you will see."

Written Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 04 2014

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Pozostałe wiersze: The Wild Mouse Ride, Windows of Heaven, In The Stands or Behind The Wheel, Two Spirits Watching The Ocean Of Turmoil, Sail By God's Compass And Map, The Glory Of A Tree Or A Branch Of A Vine, Invincible SuperHero, Wild Flowers, I'm Not Living In Stealth Mode, Black Sheep Washed Whiter Than Snow, Mother Nature's Redeemer, Can You Come Out And Play?, Freed Soul, Hoodwinked By The Destroyer Of Nations, Glass Prism, Stand Strong,

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The Wild Mouse Ride

Windows of Heaven

In The Stands or Behind The Wheel

Two Spirits Watching The Ocean Of Turmoil

Sail By God's Compass And Map

The Glory Of A Tree Or A Branch Of A Vine

Invincible SuperHero

Wild Flowers

I'm Not Living In Stealth Mode

Black Sheep Washed Whiter Than Snow

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