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Seeds To Heed

They listen but they do not heed, although you may plant a seed,
A seed which can grow from in, convicting them of wrong and sin.
With what you say they disagree, about God’s Truths on Eternity.
They won’t accept The Only Way, disputing all that you may say.

Men cannot deny Eternal Truth, without receiving Divine reproof,
Reproof that leads men to look, into The Good Lord’s Holy Book.
You’ll see on pages of His Word, many Truths that you’ve heard.
With His Word before your eyes, you’ll see Truths you recognize.

That God’s created every man, and Christ rules over every land,
And that every man can live his life, with or without Jesus Christ.
For a free will to all God gives, to every man on earth who lives.
And God will not force anyone, to accept and embrace His Son.

Even though you do not believe, that His Son you must receive,
God will put men in your life, to move your heart to Jesus Christ.
Sowing seeds along the way, to be watered by what others say,
Growing seeds of need in our heart, so His Truth He can impart.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Belief In Christ Alone

When in Jesus Christ you believe, Eternal Life you will receive,
Your faith alone is all you need, if Christ’s words you will heed,
I am the Way, the Truth and Life, Truth spoken by Jesus Christ,
The same Truth that is true today, no matter what man may say.

No one will see God, but by Him, Christ who saved us from sin,
Only through The Son we’ll see, The Father and God of Eternity,
The Lord, Who died on Calvary, to provide life, for you and me,
Jesus Christ, God’s Only Son, holds Eternal Truth for everyone.

But, some continue adding to, The Truth spoken to me and you,
Jesus own words “It is finished, ” by false teachers is diminished,
Teaching which adds to His Truth, leading only to God’s reproof,
As The Father will truly condemn, all the False Teachings of men.

Not heeding what Christ had said, they all remain spiritually dead,
Remaining dead in all their sin, ignoring The Truth spoken by Him,
Implying that we must do our part, from salvation they will depart,
To a belief where Satan lurks, around a salvation of man’s Works.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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One By One

Lord one by one and two by two, I will draw all men Lord, to you,
Lord, to the one and only friend, all men will need come the end.
There’s no greater friend indeed, than one who knows our need,
And He not only knew the cost, but suffered and died for the lost.

I only desire to share The Truth, not concerned of men’s reproof.
And although they may criticize, a word of Truth may open eyes.
All of God’s Truth will be fulfilled, and just as God eternally willed.
Today the words they dispute, one day shall see indeed as Truth.

I pray that their hearts can see, their need they have for eternity,
A need beyond their place of birth, and beyond a temporal earth.
God’s Judgment is sure to come, when all men will see His Son,
And for all who refuse The Truth, they will see His strong reproof,

Until then my Lord I need to be, a guiding Light for all men to see,
And my Lord, according to your will, place my light high upon a hill.
Through your Light Lord I pray, that men will see your eternal way.
The only way men can be assured, of an eternal life with you Lord.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Enlightenment

Christ came not only to enlighten, but to lift high God’s Word of Truth,
And many who He would frighten, responded back with sharp reproof.
But their sharp words could not ever, hinder The Lord’s Eternal Truth,
As The Word of God will last forever, with Christ’s reign as living proof.

Today men may scoff and mock Him, because of Truth they’ve heard,
And this because their heart of sin, which is convicted by God’s Word.
Speaking on what they do not know, and this with anger in their heart,
About The Lord who loves them so, and of whom they’ll have no part,

Many men just don’t understand, The Word of Truth when they hear it,
For all throughout this darkened land, they are men without The Spirit.
For their minds have been blinded by, the leader of all those perishing,
Filling unbelieving hearts with the lie, to despise who we’re cherishing.

It’s God’s Truth that these men refuse, as they continue on in their life,
Continuing with words of abuse, which they cast at followers in Christ.
But, we must continue on as His Light, within this ever darkening land,
Speaking always what is only right, even when men don’t understand.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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The Necessity Of Self–Abasement

Source of love, my brighter sun,
Thou alone my comfort art;
See, my race is almost run;
Hast thou left this trembling heart?

In my youth thy charming eyes
Drew me from the ways of men;
Then I drank unmingled joys;
Frown of thine saw never then.

Spouse of Christ was then my name;
And, devoted all to thee,
Strangely jealous I became,
Jealous of this self in me.

Thee to love, and none beside,
Was my darling, sole employ;
While alternately I died,
Now of grief, and now of joy.

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poem by William Cowper
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The Borough. Letter XII: Players

These are monarchs none respect,
Heroes, yet an humbled crew,
Nobles, whom the crowd correct,
Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;
Beauties shrinking from the view
Of the day's detecting eye;
Lovers, who with much ado
Long-forsaken damsels woo,
And heave the ill-feign'd sigh.

These are misers, craving means
Of existence through the day,
Famous scholars, conning scenes
Of a dull bewildering play;
Ragged beaux and misses gray,
Whom the rabble praise and blame,
Proud and mean, and sad and gay,
Toiling after ease, are they,
Infamous, and boasting fame.

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poem by George Crabbe
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Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
There, in the left-hand parlour, all in state,
Sit he and she, on either side the grate.
But though their goods and chattels, sound and new,
Bespeak the owners very well to do,
His worship's wig and morning suit betray
Slight indications of an humbler day

That long, low shop, where still the name appears,
Some doors below, they kept for forty years :
And there, with various fortunes, smooth and rough,
They sold tobacco, coffee, tea, and snuff.
There labelled drawers display their spicy row--
Clove, mace, and nutmeg : from the ceiling low
Dangle long twelves and eights , and slender rush,
Mix'd with the varied forms of genus brush ;
Cask, firkin, bag, and barrel, crowd the floor,

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poem by Jane Taylor
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Lara

LARA. [1]

CANTO THE FIRST.

I.

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, [2]
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Far chequering o'er the pictured window, plays
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze;
And gay retainers gather round the hearth,
With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.

II.

The chief of Lara is return'd again:

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poem by Byron
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Lara. A Tale

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord--
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Far chequering o'er the pictured window, plays
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze;
And gay retainers gather round the hearth,
With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.

II.
The chief of Lara is return'd again:
And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main?
Left by his sire, too young such loss to know,
Lord of himself;--that heritage of woe,
That fearful empire which the human breast
But holds to rob the heart within of rest!--
With none to check, and few to point in time
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime;

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poem by Byron
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The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to cherish. Any lasting grief is reproof to their neglect.

Marguerite Yourcenar in Memoirs of Hadrian
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