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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Poetry

No Fear

The Creator Of A New Day

Struggling Artist,To Death Do Us Apart

Cinderella Fellow

Hearts Of Clay

Special Friend

The Light House

Heart To Heart

Pardoned Not Paroled

Elements Of Life

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