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Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 august 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 8 july 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 june 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 17 june 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 9 june 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 june 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 may 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 20 may 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 14 may 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 6 may 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
Stephen J. Vattimo, 29 april 2012
No Fear
The end of my time is drawling near,
I face this event without fear.
I put my faith in Jesus,
so I am going to be welcome into Heaven,
at least,that is what I have read,
and that is what I hear.
How did my life appear ,
to peoples' eyes and ears?
Some may have loved me,
Some may thought I was just weird.
How will any one know the difference between my appears?
When I disappear,
some will jeer,
Some will shed a tear.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 6, 2010
Stephen J. Vattimo, 21 april 2012
The Creator Of A New Day
This is the day the Lord has made .
God woke me up to face another day.
I got out of my bed by faith,not knowing if the day will bring peace or dread.
I open up the Bible,to feed upon God's daily bread,that I may face the day with strength and courage.
That I may be lead around the land mines,my enemy has planted in the battle field I must tread.
That by walking in the Spirit, I will not loose my head, when my enemy's action cause me to see red.
That people I come across while preforming my job will see I am a follower of Christ, not a hypocritical slob.
This is the day the Lord has made,let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Nov. 03,2011
Stephen J. Vattimo, 15 april 2012
Struggling Artist,To Death Do Us Apart
God wakes me up to greet the morning,
I rebel, and roll over, and ask for ten more minutes.
My mind is souring with a thousand things to do,
before I can fly out the door.
To dogie paddle my way through a ocean of humanity,
to get to work on time.
At work I slave away most of my life,
at a hectic mundane job, to maintain my life.
I day dream,and I scheme,
about things I would like to create,paint and write.
To make this world a brighter, and more colorful place.
When I get done my job,
I feel like a dirty,tiered slob.
Like a hamster that just had a heart attack,
from spending all day running on his exercise wheel.
I kick off my work boot,like throwing off a pair of shackles,
I clean myself up.
Then I pray to God, for Him to jump start my battery,
to live my second life.
To create, write,and paint,
To make this world a more brighter,and more colorful place.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo July 19 2010
Stephen J. Vattimo, 2 april 2012
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Once upon a dreary day
He had to appear before a jury
To see if he would be hand over to zoo keeper
To be sentenced to captivity in a cage
or put on a leash until he earned his freedom
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He dressed his best
to impress the jury
That he was tame
not insane
Just a victim of mistaken identity
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He hoped in to his chariot
To make his journey to appear before the court
Along the way
he stop off in the market place
To purchase a potion mad from a magical bean
That would Energies him with the power of caffeine
In market place
every maiden's eye was caught in a trance
by his fancy sport coat,tie,and pants
Every maiden he passed
showered him will flowery Compliments
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
When the jury was held
The King Of Kings pulled the strings of the hearts of the noble of the court
To show mercy
To grant Cinderella Fellow the privilege to remain free
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
The next day he hoped into his truck to make his way to the market place
Along the way he stopped off at Wawa to purchase a cup of Joe
He cheerfully greeted every fair lady He passed
The fair lady were all deaf and blind to his existence
As if he and them were existing in two different dimension
At first he found their reaction to him to be lame and very strange
Then he saw his reflection in a picture window
He no long wore his fancy sports coat,tie,and pants
that caught every maiden's eye
holding them in a trance
causing them to shower him with flowery Compliments
He was wearing humble faded jeans and a cheap T-shirt
Now Cinderella Fellow knows what it feel like when a book is judge by it's cover
Not by the story that is written on the pages inside
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 1, 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 1 april 2012
Hearts Of Clay
A relationship is like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Relationships spin round and round,
some time emotions are up,
some times there down.
A potter's wheel never spins perfectly level.
Hearts are like a piece of clay,
sometime they are hard,
sometimes they are soft.
They take their form from the touch of another person's hand.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
If we fail to show compassion to each other,
the wheel will spin to fast,
our hearts will collapse in on themselves.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo January ,2011
Stephen J. Vattimo, 25 march 2012
Special Friend
You Know this world can be harsh and Cold
Like a winter waste land
Sometimes our soul can become frostbitten
By the trials we tread through
But being held in the warm loving arms of a special friend
can heal a weather beaten soul
Sometimes we walk off the straight and narrow path
We get lost in the dark wilderness of sin
It is a special friend who comes searching for us
Holding up the word of true like a lantern
So we can see our way out of the darkness
and back to the road of safety
A special friend is a soul mate
When they see us beaten down
It fills their heart with sorrow and they lift us up in prayer
When they see us being blessed
It fills their heart with happiness and they give thanks to God
For a special friend is faithful to stay with us
As we travel through the winter barren land
and through the valley of propriety
Everyone needs a special friend
Will you be my special friend ?
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 22, 1998
Stephen J. Vattimo, 10 march 2012
The Light House
There once was a world that was engulfed in darkness,
by heavy clouds of tyranny, and social oppression.
Across a great ocean, in a new discovered land,
some dreamers share a vision , of a land removed from the clouds of darkness.
So they labored together , to build a light house,who's light of liberty and justice ,
would shine freely on every one in the land.
That every one who receives the light, will have freedom to chart their own course of their destiny.
The dreamers constructed their light house using bricks made of the substance of:
Fear of God, love of one's neighbor, high morals, integrity, sacrifice, perseverance,
courage, hard work.
People from far away lands, boarded vessels of air and sea, to escape their countries that are enslaved by the darkness, to start a new life in the land of light, and freedom.
Through out the life of the light house, many storm have rage against it's structure,
yet it's light of hope never went out.
As the light house aged, it's bricks became brittle, So it's keepers began to replace the original bricks with new one, that made of the substance of: Apathy toward God and His Word,envy, self indulgent, immorality, slothfulness.
When the storms beat against the reconstructed light house,
the new bricks crumbled,and the structure was reduced to rubble,
and the light of liberty and justice went out.
The clouds of tyranny and social oppression, returned and engulfed the world.
written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 3, 2009
Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 march 2012
Heart To Heart
I don't desire to dwell in beautiful temples
made by your hands
I desire to dwell in every room of your heart
I don't desire the blood of sacrificed animals
or the good works of man
I desire obedience to my commands
I don't desire your empty religious practices
I desire a heart that is on fire with love for God
I don't desire to be visited only on Holy days
I desire to fellowship with you every day
This is why I laid my live down for you
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
August 15, 1996
Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 february 2012
Pardoned Not Paroled
You were born in to sin
You were living in prison
You were waiting to face the judgment
There came a visitor to your cell
Who said,He paid your dept
to set you free from burning in Hell
You couldn't believe what you heard
until He stepped into the light
You saw a sight that caused a stir in your soul
He wore a bloody crown of thorns on His head
and nail prints in His hands and feet
He had the keys to your cell dangling from His right hand
You fell to your bed,you bowed your head
and believed in what He had said
He opened up the door to your cell and set you free
You heard Him say, " Go your way and sin no more
For you have been pardoned not paroled"
Silent Songs: writtened by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 26, 1992
Stephen J. Vattimo, 26 february 2012
Elements Of Life
Faith is like a spring
it brings life to a desert
The Word is like fertile soil
it provides food for the hungry
and strength for those who are well rooted
The Son shines His light on everyone
But only those who stretch toward Him
Will grow and produce much fruit
Silent Songs : written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Jan 7, 1997
Stephen J. Vattimo, 19 february 2012
Freedom To Fly
Freedom to fly
Is a God given gift
Dreaming is as air is for living
Flowing down from His highly exalted throne
Freedom to fly
Is not a privilege granted
By rulers who's realm of authority is ground bound
Knowledge of wrong and right
Is revealed to us
From The Righteous One
Who dwells in a kingdom on high
Knowledge of wrong and wright
Should not be dictated by corruptible judges
Who suppress the truth
For worldly praise
Freedom to fly
Is a desire
Like an unquenchable fire
A pilot that God ignited in side us
When He created you and me
Chains of sin
Robs us of the freedom to fly
Keeps our souls sinking in the mire
God so full of love
Out of His nature of grace and mercy
Sent from His throne room a Savor to the people of the ground
To shatter the chains that keep us fastened to the gates
To the entrance of the lake of fire
Freedom to fly
Those who God has set free is free indeed
Free to Fly on the Spirit wings
That one day will carry them to God's kingdom in the sky
For those who think the message and Gift of God is a bad joke
They will fabricate their own myths of hope
Like the Greek Character Icarus
They will try to acquire their own way to fly
They will create wings out of wax and feathers
As they Fly toward the kingdom in the sky
The Son will melt their wings
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 18 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 february 2012
Alone
Living life alone,
Is like sailing a dark, cold,ocean.
You only feel the warm of love in your dreams.
Living life alone,
when the raging waves of life toss you overboard,
there is no one to pull you back into the boat.
No one to dry you off, and rap you in a warm blanket.
Living life alone,
the ocean of life,make you feel so small.
When things look hopeless,
Their is no one around to encourage you to sail on.
Living life alone,
watching a romance movie,
Is like a cold two edge sword,
that cuts you soul to the core.
The only warmth you feel,
is your own blood spilled out on the jagged rocks of life.
Living life alone,
The only hope you have in life,
Come from searching the distant shore line,
For the light house of Jesus Christ.
Trusting His light,
will guide you to the safely of the shores of the promise land.
A land of love,warmth,and light.
Living life alone,
Is like sailing a dark, cold,ocean.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo October 31,2010
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 february 2012
Talking Heads
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Rising up in my bed
To enter the rat race another day
Laying down in my bed
To enter rest and peace
All I hear in between
Is Talking Heads
Always competing
Never retreating
Event when they have been decapitated
by their foe
Behind the stage curtains
Waring Heads climb into bed together
When they portray the character of sheriff of Nottingham
Oppressing the Peasants
Empowering The Privileged
Spin it around
Turn it out
Media infiltration
Talking Heads competing
To sell you their vision of the American dream
If you will surrender the helm to the ship
They will sail you to the promise land
When you wake up from their dream land
Reality will open your eye to the night mare they have created
Where they have sacrificed your God,freedom,prosperity
On the alter of human utopia
Turn off the media infiltration
It's time stop looking to the Talking Heads to provide a hopeful future for us
It's time to call upon God to forgive our sins and heal our land
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Feb 11, 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 4 february 2012
Testing Times
Testing times
Some trials come into our lives like a wind that rustles leaves in a tree
Some trials come into our lives like a hurricane that uproots trees
Testing times
Like a spy who reveals to the enemy the strengths or weaknesses of the walls of a fortress
So does the way we handle the trials in our lives
reveal to The Prince of this world whether the walls of our faith are strong or are weak
Testing times
Trials are like an armed bandit
Who robs the wicked man of years of his life
But to the righteous man they are a school master
of wisdom and a builder of faith
Trials test the substance that love between two people is made of
like fire burning off the impurities in a piece of gold
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 13, 1998
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