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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

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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

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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, 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, 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, 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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When Fog Sets Down

The Way Home

Heart To Heart

Freedom To Fly

Alone

Talking Heads

The Light House

No Fear

The Creator Of A New Day

Struggling Artist,To Death Do Us Apart

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