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The Calling

as I walked down the unlit street
I saw a candle lit in a window.
like a lighthouse, leading and guiding
the ships in the dark of night.
so was this flicker of light.
it brought me to this window in a chapel
and the stained glass of my lord
CHRIST on the cross.
as I looked upon his picture
'a thought did enter my mind'.
why was CHRIST facing out? instead of in
for all the congregation to see.
that's when I realized that he was calling to me.
calling for me to come inside
for I had so much to hide.
as I walked to this chapel, I saw
it had twelve steps to get to the top.
I knew then I could not stop.
each step had the face of one of the apostles.
and each apostle greeting me in a different way
and they all had something to say.
by the time I reached the top of the stairs
I realized that I had no worries or cares.
for each one had cleansed me in such a way
that I knew this was where I had to stay.
I had to follow the LORDS teachings
and to help others find the way
because there is so many who had gone astray.
I entered this chapel, and a choir
of angels all sang on high
the voices piercing the deepest sky.
as I looked towards the pulpit
I saw a figure standing there
beckoning me to come closer.
I saw his arms stretched to his sides
and he said:
this is where I abide
give your body and soul to me
for I am the CHRIST, I will set you free.
I did-I do-I am
I did- give myself to him
I do -his bidding
I am- set free.

poem by Louis Rams
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Firefly Love Bug

the firefly which is a beetle
leaves my heart torn and feeble.

it came into my life with its bright light.
when i was at my darkest peak
and my heart was mighty weak.

it radiated such a glow
that i did'nt know which way to go.
so i followed this lovely light
and it took me on a perilous flight.

it said that it could find love
even in the dark
and for me to give it my heart.

so i entrusted to it the one thing
that i had left, and it would give me
all its best.

it searched every road, and every trail
but! to no avail.

then it said that it knew where to go.
where all hearts roam free
and that's where i had to be.

it carried my heart to a beautiful chapel
where the voices of joy rose high
and it stretched across the sky

there my heart saw what it was looking for.
another heart the same as mine
to be with me til the end of time.

as our hearts floated up high.
and we looked down to this chapel.

we saw the name above its doors
'fireflies chapel of love
sent to you from up above'.

poem by Louis Rams
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My Life Story

Everybody has a life story; mine, was touched by God’s Glory,
As God changed my entire life, through The Lord, Jesus Christ,
With new purpose and direction, not by mine, but His selection,
As God, Himself, selected me, to become a part of His Family.

Sealing me with the Spirit of God, a new direction, I would trod,
Saving me from darkened strife, God sent His light into my life,
Light that guides me to this day, guiding me on the narrow way,
A new path far from the one, I walked before I knew God’s Son.

Change came the moment when, I in Christ, became born again,
Born of God from Heaven above, filled with new hope and love,
Hope that looks past the grave, with the power He used to save,
My wretched soul from all sin, and now God’s power lives within.

The Lord now dwells in my heart, and His Spirit will never depart,
And so in this Truth I now abide, as my Savior walks by my side,
With me even in dark times friend; leading me around each bend.
In a world where wrong is right, Jesus Christ, is my Guiding Light.

Saved out of a darkened world, The Truths of God, I now herald,
Saved from a world where sin rife, the Lord God touched my life,
Leading me now in Righteousness, not mine, but of Christ Jesus,
A Righteousness that granted me, life with Christ Jesus Eternally.

poem by Bob Gotti
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A Disciple of Christ

When you cleave onto God’s Word, the Truth of God that you heard,
And choose to follow Jesus Christ, allowing God’s Word into your life,
You then become a disciple of, The Lord and Savior and God above.
Only in Christ, are men truly free, with a freedom that spans Eternity.
It is a freedom which begins inside, when in Jesus Christ you abide.

In God’s Word is revealed proof, that Jesus Christ is the Living Truth.
Knowing this Truth sets men free; that is sinful men like you and me,
From the bondage we’re now in, the hidden bondage that we call sin.
As this Truth you’ve come to know, within your heart begins to grow,
You dear friend indeed will find, frees both your heart and your mind.

You will know just why Christ came, and endured the cross of shame,
With The Truth you can reason why, our Lord Jesus Christ had to die.
Friend, every heart that Christ frees, The Lord above fills with peace,
And His Truth supplies the Light, to lead you out of the darkest night.
Because this Truth is The Light, it’s the only way that’s eternally right.

The Way, the Truth and Life is but one, Jesus Christ, God’s Only Son.
This Truth my friend is Jesus Christ, Truth which leads to Eternal Life.
That is why only Christ can say; He is The Truth, The Light and Way.
Today embrace The Word of God; Truth will guide the path you trod,
Make His Word a part of your life, and you will be a disciple of Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Settling Accounts

Is your account settled friend, with the one all will see in the end?
The One and Only Eternal God, who will rule all with an iron rod.
All that’s hidden will be in sight, exposed by God’s Eternal Light.
Christ will uncover all our past, that’s everything from first to last.

There’s nothing He doesn’t know, where you’ve been and will go.
He knows us deep down inside, there’s nothing that we can hide.
He knows what’s on every mind, thoughts both good and unkind.
Even the motive of each thought, and each action that is wrought.

Very soon every knee shall bend; this includes you and me friend.
This to give an account to Christ, as Christ reviews our entire life.
However all the evil we’ve done, that’s been covered by The Son.
All sins have been blotted from life, by the blood of Jesus Christ.

This, if you accept what’s been done, for you by God’s Only Son.
Christ has wiped clean our old life, this by His Amazing Sacrifice.
Christ will give you a clean slate, with a New Life to contemplate,
What you’ll do and say for Him, now that He’s cleansed you of sin.

We’ll still give account to Christ, on what we did with our New Life.
Sin will be remembered no more, but only our service for The Lord.
As before The Lord we all bow, to judge our work on why and how.
And at this reckoning we will see, our capacity for Christ in Eternity.

poem by Bob Gotti
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From An Empty Tomb

Because the tomb is empty, Jesus Christ can fill your heart,
With God’s Spirit deep inside, and new life from Him above.
When this life comes to be, from your life God won’t depart,
And as The Lord you do abide, God fills you with His Love.

Christ’s death is a picture for, a true believer, like you and I,
As we die to our old life of sin, it becomes buried far away.
We’re seated now with The Lord, in the Heavens up on High,
In our heart Christ lives within, and in our life is here to stay,

From the grave He did rise, claiming over death His victory,
Now He reigns on His throne, as He rules over all the earth.
Opening up hearts and eyes, pointing men towards eternity,
Calling sinners to be His own, refining us through new birth.

Now for all Christ Jesus lives, seated on the throne of God,
With all the power as before, He came to give to us his life.
New Life to all He now gives, as we live on this earthly sod.
A life you live forevermore, when you come to Jesus Christ,

All of this from an empty tomb, provided by a Savior’s love,
Christ who died for sinners lost, becoming for us a sacrifice.
And for you there’s still room, in God’s mansion high above,
If you’d only come to the cross, God’s only way to Paradise.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Last Days In My Life

(3/7/12)

There were days in my life that I recall
When there was no hope left - no hope at all.
Then my thoughts wandered to CHRIST
And I felt that I was in paradise.

SAINT PETER was there to meet me at
Those pearly gates
And I knew I was there because I never lost faith
there were angels on both sides that lined
The path to his throne.
My family and friends were there, so I wasn't alone.

The choir of angels singing all in tune
And I knew my life didn't end too soon.
The path was filled with the brightest of lights
My oh my such a beautiful sight.
And the trumpets blared with the most beautiful sound
As the angels all gathered around.

I walked up the path as if I was floating on air
Because I left behind any worries and cares.
Although I felt a slight pain in my heart
Because I had left so many behind
But I knew that they would be fine.

The transition from being a mortal man
To being a guiding light, had made
My heart jump as it took to flight.
I could now help others more than ever before
For my lord had opened those doors.

Our souls become like lightning bugs that light up the sky
That's what we become you and I.
We light up the path for all others to see
As we greet friends and family.© L.Rams

poem by Louis Rams
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Torn Between Two

At home I would prefer to be, home with my Lord Eternally,
Home with Christ, up above, in a mansion prepared in love,
In that place, free of all strife, when I enter into Eternal Life,
After I enter the eternal door, to be with Christ forevermore.

But, until then, I am here for Him, to labor in a world of sin,
Authorized by God’s Grace, pointing men to another place,
It’s a place far from this one, prepared by The Eternal Son,
Jesus Christ, the Creator of, all of earth and Heaven above.

God’s prepared work for us, when in Christ we put our trust,
To be a witness in this world, as a Lighthouse and a Herald,
His Lighthouse in a darkened sea, of sinfully, lost humanity,
With a message to be preached, until every soul is reached.

Like Paul, I’d rather depart, but, God’s Truth we must impart,
To a world that’s lost its way, while we still have light of day,
As soon the dark of night will fall, when we won’t work at all,
And earthly labor will cease, for our Mighty Prince of Peace.

First we will be taken home, as Christ raptures His very own,
A time that will also usher in, an evil reign of the Man of Sin.
So we must be loud and clear, for that time is drawing near,
So others can join us at home, gathered at Heaven’s Throne.

poem by Bob Gotti
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An Echoing Sadness

Sad is the word to best describe, this feeling I have echoing inside,
Even though Christ lives there, and I know that He really does care.
It is something that on the outside, that today I simply can not hide.
There is an absence of joy within, when I take my mind off of Him.

It is then that the peace in my heart, from within begins to depart.
It’s the same peace, that one day, will in my heart eternally stay.
But in this world filled with grief, I can lose my focus and peace.
But with The Lord deep inside, His presence will not always hide.

So when my world becomes bleak, it’s Christ’s face I must seek,
And in time Christ will restore, that awesome peace of The Lord.
Circumstances can play a part, in the role of peace in my heart.
But friend, this just will not be, if I focus on Christ and Eternity.

For this is not my ultimate home, this darkened earth that I roam,
I need to be fixed on Christ above, for His presence and His love.
My friend, I don’t know why it is, that my heart does get like this.
But I know that in times like this, Christ is my God and I am His.

Whatever mind I may be in, He’s the same as He’s always been.
And if I have a troubled heart, Christ as my friend, will not depart.
Christ will stay right by my side, and it is in Him that I will abide,
As God, Christ is not denied, and He will restore my peace inside.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Taken For Granted

While coming from a darker life, I treasure, much more, Jesus Christ,
He, who took me from that night, bringing me to His Awesome Light.
While in that dark, He touched my eyes, to see the life I now despise,
God’s Truth to me He did show, about that darkness I came to know.

But, some men born into His Light, may not share this precious sight,
Taking for granted this present life, not looking much to Jesus Christ.
Although they may know The Truth, their own life displays little proof,
Of the deep abiding love for Him, The Lord, who died for all their sin.

Some seem to have no appreciation, for The Lord and His Salvation,
Who had left Glory to set men free, and give new life to you and me.
But the new life for some is ignored, as they do not follow their Lord,
For change in their life has no part, while they follow their sinful heart.

Taking for granted all that was done, by Christ Jesus God’s own Son,
Coming to earth to die in our stead, this, for a people spiritually dead.
Men who ignore The Spirit living inside, sent by Jesus for us to abide,
Choosing to live their foolish way; ignoring all that the Spirit does say.

Taken for granted by some of us, is Christ the Lord, in whom we trust,
When to The Lord we do not give, this present life that we have to live,
Who saved us from a darkened world, so our life The Spirit can herald,
Using the witness of the believer’s life, as God’s Light for Jesus Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Somethings Missing

The street looks different tonight
Something has changed
I had this picture in mind
But its just not the same
Had this great expectation
About a heart thats free
I thought thats what I wanted
Would be waiting for me
Chorus:
Baby somethings missing tonight
Something aint feeling right
Baby somethings wrong and Im so confused
Baby somethings missing inside
Something I cant find in the night
I finally realized what Im missing is you
In this crowd of old friends
Why do I feel alone
I thought Id fall back in step
This is where I belong
I thought that freedom was a voice
Calling from the dark
Now I see I was only free
When you were in my heart
Chorus
I thought that freedom was a voice
Calling from the dark
Now I see I was only free
When you were in my heart
Chorus

song performed by by Vince Gill
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Jesus Walk

The other day I was weeping
The tears kept coming to my eyes
But then I looked out my window
As though pleaded, to look outside.
But my tears just kept falling
Caused by the worries and world outside
As the hate and sin kept growing
From which, no one can hide.
So then I brushed the world aside
As compelled to search the sky
And then; I shook in wonder,
For I saw Jesus, walking at sunrise.
He was walking with out stretched hands
Though reaching for every woman and man
And I, didnt make a sound,
For I was lost, and never found.
I watched him walk with such concern
As He watched the world below
He walked with such shame and pity
My teardrops, began to grow.
And as I watched as Jesus walked
I knew then the Lord did care
No matter how I felt,
I knew Jesus would always be there.
And as Jesus kept walking
I saw sorrow on his saddened face
Was it though for His children and world
Or was it, for their future and fate.
So I just kept watching Jesus
As he looked, and searched the world
Then suddenly; He just disappeared
As though, He was never here.
So then I closed my window
And fell to my knees to pray and cry
Though this time not for the world or me,
But for Jesus, who walked at sunrise.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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A Love So Pure

Always did it on my own then one day I realized
I was blind,, nothing I could do on my own
Turn, we have found a way to see, look up... feel the Almighty
Take control as we gaze into your eyes
We're just the tool you use to bring this world to you
Oh, Lord, how we love you
With your grace, take away the hurt and the bruises inside,
reach down let your glory reside
The cross carried for all of us, paint the image in my mind
So I will never think I am something,
but nothing am I but you, you are something
Lord you keep me alive, you give me rest at night
When there seems no way to find calmness in the storm you come and
take me in your arms and then the waves drown me no more
With you I'll last this battle and many others
Through the ages your name will reigh forever... never to be replaced
In these trials I face, I pray you humble me
Humble me I want to be like you Jesus more and more like you
I was crucified on that day with Christ
Nailing you there with sin, accepting you
I nailed my soul to the cross and now my life begins
This world so cold but your love keeps me warm
My father holds me in his nailed scarred hands which I put there
But for some reason he still loves me with all his heart
Even through I betray him constantly
He always keeps his arms open waiting, till I give up my old was
God my father, you are the only one that can give me comfort
You touch my heart in such a way that all I can do is cry your name
Jesus Christ I love you
My heart aches for your love

song performed by by Underoath
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I Know

I know that my Lord is alive, and that today He hears me,
Helping me each day to strive, to be for Him, all I can be;
In my life God makes change, helping me in all my ways,
In the power of His Name, to God’s Glory and His Praise.

I know God hears men call, as they look to Him and pray,
Giving ear to great and small, as He listens night and day;
God desires to speak to men, just like He did in Paradise,
Calling us to be born again, through His Son Jesus Christ.

I know, for my personal life, that The Lord God truly cares,
Helping me in my daily strife, as my Lord answers prayers;
For He is always by my side, while I travel this earthly sod,
A comfort by His Spirit inside, leading with Staff and Rod.

I know Christ is coming again, to meet with me up on high,
The time, I know not when, or if I’ll be raptured before I die;
But for me, God has a place, and this I truly know for sure,
And when I see Christ’s face, I’ll stay with Him forevermore.

I know that I will live forever, with my God in Heaven above,
For God will forsake me never, that is His promise of Love.
My friend, you can know too, and Eternal Life, also receive,
As The Lord also loves you, and all you must do is believe.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Stories Of Hope Series #9 A Drug Addicts Salvation

An educated man, yet he was a fool
He put drugs in his body and let it rule.
He started off slowly with just some pot
He enjoyed the high and would not stop.

He then decided to try cocaine
This was the turning point and what a shame
Everyone was talking about free basing and crack
Once he did that there was no turning back

He became the street poet - for all to see
The poetry he spoke, he spoke beautifully.
Words flowed thru his mind
Like a smooth river of rhyme.

He spoke of days of old when knights were bold
Of wars and loves of histories past
And he knew that this would not last.
His dabbing in drugs was destroying his life
He lost his friends, his family
His children and wife.

And as he stood on the corner that day
Across from him a church a bit away.
He walked over to it not knowing
What to expect, worse than this it could not get.

He walked inside and began to pray
“ help me LORD for I’ve gone astray
Put me on the path of light
Help me to make this wrong a right.
Give me the strength to stop all of this
For the things I had I truly miss.

His chest started to swell up inside
He fell to his knees and began to cry
He felt someone touch his head
And these words was simply said:
Help yourself and I will help you
Put faith and love in your heart
Is all you have to do.

He stopped his crying and turned around
No one was there to be found.
He committed himself to the hospital
That day, and from then on
He did not stray.

Now he preaches in a store front church
And with GOD sits high on a perch.
There is nothing that can bring him down
For CHRIST he has found.

HOPE IS THE KEY IT WILL SET YOU FREE

poem by Louis Rams
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The Holy Cross

O Holy Cross of Jesus Christ!
How must I come to Calvary?
– By giving up world’s pleasures first,
Carrying my own and follow Thee!

O Holy Cross that Christ had borne!
Take me to Heaven’s narrow gate;
Much strife my body does adorn,
My sufferings never abate!

O Holy Cross on which Christ died!
At times, in life I grow weary,
Although in God, I do abide;
With charm all lost, life seems dreary.

O Holy Cross that satan fears;
Then guide me in the way of light;
My stay on earth almost well nears;
Let Truth be always in my sight!

O Holy Cross: eternal sign;
In Jesus Christ, I trust my soul;
In Maker’s Feast, I wish to dine:
My only aim and earthly goal!
O Holy Cross that saves mankind;
Show me the dress of grace to don;
For only pure a heart and mind
Can see the face of God’s one Son!

poem by John Celes
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A Tangible Proof

Tangible proof of The Living God, came to walk on this earthly sod,
In Jesus Christ, God’s Own Son, The Lord and Savior of everyone.
Christ came to minister for all to see, The Living God of all Eternity,
He appeared in The Father’s Place, beginning God’s Age of Grace.

All the men who saw Christ that day, saw the Father in a living way,
Being sent by The Father above, to show all men His Father’s love.
God, who spoke thru prophets of old, sent His Son for all to behold.
No one ever looked on God’s face, apart from His awesome Grace.

Jesus was not just a man by birth; He was the very God of the earth,
The God-Man and Son Jesus Christ, sent to be The Lord’s sacrifice,
Paying sin’s price so we could be, the children of God for all Eternity.
God chose to send His Only Son, to die for the sin that we had done.

It’s only thru the Son Jesus Christ, can we know the Father in this life,
The Way God had revealed himself to, fallen sinners like me and you.
Jesus said The Father lived in Him, the Lamb of God who had no sin,
While Christ our Savior also knew, He himself lived in The Father too.

On returning to His Throne on high, Christ sent His Spirit to you and I,
So that He’d never have to depart, Christ came to live inside our heart.
Christ also has a place for you and me, to live with God for all Eternity,
Where after this present Age of Grace, we’ll see The Lord face to face.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Freedom In My Chains

To be chained in Christ
Is to be free indeed
Free to die and free to bleed
Free to walk the pilgrim way
Free to die to self each day

To be lost in Christ
Is to be found
To feel His presence all around
To plunge into the Father's love
To walk with Him like hand in glove

To be dead in Christ
Is to truly live
To truly love and to forgive
To live this life and so much more
To honor, worship and adore

To live in Christ
Is to die
To walk with Him who dwells on high
Alive to Christ and dead to sin
Gloriously filled from deep within

To reign with Christ
Is to serve
A testimony to preserve
Of the glorious King who reigns on high
Whose glory fills the earth and sky

To walk with Christ
Is to run
To know the journey's just begun
To run and run and never tire
To soar with wings and ever higher

To dwell with Christ
Is to roam
We'll never settle till we're home
Pilgrim saints along the way
Ever closer every day

The paradoxes that we find
In Christ alone renews the mind
The way that seems so right to man
Is opposite to our God's plan

poem by Frank McEleny
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My Chains Are In Christ