Bob Gotti

(03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Living Higher


I need to live my life much higher, much higher than my former life.
To walk with Jesus is my desire, to walk each day like Jesus Christ.
And when I walk through the fire, to remember He was my sacrifice.
As at the time it was His desire, to pay for all men the ultimate price.

However, I must remember friend, the former life from where I came.
Back where God did condescend; saving me from my sin and shame.
With a Love, one can’t comprehend, and now my life is not the same.
And it’s His love that I recommend, and with my life, Christ I proclaim.

I need to be a witness every day, for Jesus Christ, who died for me,
And I need to walk that narrow way, so it is only Jesus men will see.
This as I choose the words I say, so men they may think on eternity.
As soon He’ll come without delay, returning in Power and Authority.

I’m saved by Grace from the night, with a message of light to herald.
Friend, now I am called to be a light, within a dark and gloomy world.
To boldly speak a Truth that’s right, even as men’s insults are hurled.
For soon all will see God’s might, when Christ’s Kingdom is unfurled.

My friend, the only thing sure in life, is that one day this life will end.
What is more than sound advice, is where in eternity will you spend?
If you desire to have Eternal Life, you need to know Christ my friend.
But if you choose to reject Christ, you alone shall stand condemned.

(Copyright ©01/2006)

Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2006

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  • Rich Hanson (1/13/2006 6:17:00 AM)

    Ah Yes, You had to bring out the old 'hellfire' threat at the end, didn't you? Believe, I say or you'll writhe for eternity in the flames of hell. Same mentality that has dictators lining up dissidents in front of shallow graves and mowing them down with machine guns. Oh, I'm sorry. This isn't some 3rd world dictator, this is the High Holy One, the one whose reason we puny men aren't qualified to criticize, dealing with his dissidents. That makes everything all right, I guess. Even eternal damnation for sins committed in a blink of time. Gotta figure. (Report) Reply

  • Poetry Hound (1/13/2006 5:31:00 AM)

    Hey Bob, you know how everyone is always griping and complaining that Jesus never does anything really blatant to prove his existence? Like, he could make all guns vanish with one wave of his wand, or instantly heal all sick people in the word (except for gay people with AIDS of course) . But you know, if I was in Jesus’ shoes (sandals) , I would do the same thing. I mean, I wouldn’t want to start a stampede toward heaven, so I would just do subtle little miracles like make someone’s sock disappear from the dryer, or move their bookmark to the previous page. And when they’d pray to me, I wouldn’t answer most of the time. And when I did, I’d do it in a sort of indirect and ambiguous way so they’d have to spend time pondering and interpreting it. But after they’re dead, watch out! No more subtlety! Anyone who didn’t pick up on the nuanced little clues of my existence, well, it’s too late now! I’ll have the devil take an electric belt sander to their faces. (Report) Reply

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