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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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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, 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 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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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Latest items:

Poetry

Testing Times

Hearts Of Clay

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

Talking Heads

The Giant Super Market

Salvation In A Storm

When Fog Sets Down

No Fear

Elements Of Life

Heart To Heart

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