Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Christ Suffered For Us - Poem by Bob Gotti

Jesus Christ had suffered and died, while His accusers all survived,
The accusers cheered as they said; on the cross the Savior is dead.
Christ was accused of The Truth, which His enemy could not refute.
With a crown of thorns on His head, Christ said forgive them instead.

Saying they know not what they do, as The Lord died for me and you.
At the sight of the earthquake, at the cross one centurion then spake;
He exclaimed with a reverent nod, surely Christ was the Son of God.
Friend with a nail deep in His side, for all sins Christ Jesus had died.

His body that night was then laid, by Joseph into his newly cut grave.
But some feared in their heart, that from the grave He would depart.
So a stone was rolled to the door, this in order to stop the risen Lord.
But Christ did exactly what He said, and Christ was no longer dead.

Fulfilled was Jonah’s prophecy, when Jesus rose again for all to see.
The stone was rolled from the tomb, thus sealing His accusers doom.
With that tomb left opened wide, His resurrection can not be denied.
But accusers exist to this day, those not believing what God did say.

Jesus did as He said my friend, and He’s coming back to do it again.
And when He comes back friend, every single eye will see in the end.
Even those who pierced Him will see, that He is The God of Eternity.
If you believe He was pierced for you, you’ll be raised into Glory too.

He’s coming back first in the clouds, to return within His holy crowds.
He prepared a place for His own, and is coming to take us all home,
While those who scoff in unbelief, will depart into darkness and grief.
Will you be in the scoffing crowds, or with The Lord in those clouds?

(Copyright ©07/2005)

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  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (7/13/2005 4:49:00 AM)

    Hey Bob, did I tell you about the fracas I got into at my church? I was in the little church store admiring a small metal crucifix with a wooden base. Then I saw that they wanted $29.95 for the damn thing! I told the lady working there that that was a rip-off. She explained that it was hand-made. Hand-made? I told her these things are churned out by the thousands in Asian sweatshops. So she said the Lord would be pleased if I spent the money. I said yeah, right, like the Lord told you that. She kept throwing out dumb arguments. Finally, she called in the church heavies and lied to them that I was harassing her. These two guys came, called me “Sir, ” and told me to leave, but I said I didn’t have to. So they tried to grab me and we struggled and some stuff got broken (their fault) . I was able to kick one of them in the head. You’d have been proud of me, Bob. I put up a good fight. But they finally threw me outside. As I lay there on the sidewalk, one of them said to go home and dry out. As if I’d been drinking! So I’ve started working out at the gym. I’m getting bulked up. Those church goons are in for a surprise. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 13, 2005



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