All Our Trials Poem by Bob Gotti

All Our Trials

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All our trials and all our strife, have their roots in our spiritual life,
Friend we are not just anyone, for we are the image of God’s Son.
We were created more than whole; we were given a body and a soul.
All other creation is as you see, but we have been made for Eternity.

Placed in a garden with no strife, and we were given Eternal Life.
With God man had unfettered fellowship, then Satan entered into it.
Satan’s ploy had caused man to fall, but that my friend was not all.
Being banished from Paradise, started for all men a world of strife.

God no longer walked with them, as their fellowship came to an end.
Outside the garden it got worse, for on the earth God put a curse.
One thing lost in all this strife, was man’s assurance of Eternal Life,
When man takes his last breath, without God, he faces Eternal Death.

It’s from Adam that we inherit sin, that causes us deep grief within.
Friend it is this sin that causes strife, affecting each and every life.
All wicked trials, big and small, can be traced back to Adam’s fall.
And all evil emotions deep within, stem from Adam’s original sin.

Just as Adam caused all men to fall, Christ came to redeem us all,
To redeem us from a market of sin, that causes us bondage within.
He came in the midst of our strife, to restore to all men Eternal Life,
And give to all an inner peace, and a relationship that won’t cease.

(Copyright ©02/2005)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Herbert Nehrlich1 03 February 2005

Sorry Poetryhound, he does NOT know the answer. What do you expect, just look at the vatican. Bob keeps to his study so he doesn't save too many people, if he did they may not allow him to take his computer up through the Pearly Gates (space reasons) . It does get tiring though H

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Poetry Hound 03 February 2005

Let's see, should I go out and help feed homeless folks, help tutor school kids, volunteer at clinics for poor folks, or do any a number of other charitable acts OR should I sit at my computer and post presumptuous religious screeds posing as poetry? Which would God prefer me to do? I think I know the answer Bob, do you?

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