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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

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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

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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

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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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