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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 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

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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Poetry

Pardoned Not Paroled

The Giant Super Market

Elements Of Life

Touching the Heart

Dirty Hands

Salvation In A Storm

How Does Your Garden Grow ?

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

Soldier

Mistaken Idenitity

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