Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

For Itching Ears - Poem by Bob Gotti

There are men both far and near, preaching what men want to hear,
Mixing subtle lies with the Truth, as they try to undermine our youth.
They actively seek out itching ears, even some in their older years.
And these men stand quite aloof, deceiving many with twisted truth.

They offer them a new deduction, as a means of spiritual seduction.
But their deductions aren’t new at all, for they began back at the fall.
They are nothing but an induction, onto a road of eternal destruction.
Even though these men walk tall, their minds are indeed quite small.

For men with a conscience seared, The Lord we love is not revered.
Bold and arrogant are these men, blasphemers, Christ will condemn.
In their heart, there is no fear, that will change, when Christ appears.
God is not mocked my friend, and swift destruction will be their end.

Allowing these men to have a start, and they will only destroy a heart.
They have taken the way of Cain, empty clouds, which have no rain.
From all Saving Truth, they depart, as they sway the wayward heart.
And they are filled with utter disdain, for Jesus Christ’s Eternal Reign.

They sway youth and old alike, destroying men like a religious Reich.
All Eternal Truth these men pervert, for it is Satan whom they serve.
But the very One that they dislike, will soon return to earth and strike,
They’ll get what they deserve, for them the darkest black is reserved.

(Copyright ©10/2005)

Comments about For Itching Ears by Bob Gotti

  • (2/26/2011 12:22:00 AM)

    There is a lot of truth to this poem... a good interpretation of the scripture.

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  • (10/27/2005 11:53:00 PM)

    Hey Bob, back when I was in Sunday School, this other kid put a whoopee cushion on the pastor’s chair and the pastor sat on it during the service. Do you think that kid will go to hell for doing that? And will I go to hell for laughing so hard I nearly passed out? I mean, there was no harm in it really. Sure, the pastor was steamed. But the congregation got a good chuckle out of it, and it took the excessive solemnity out of the service and lightened things up – a good thing, don’t you think? By the way, I’m really enjoying having these theological discussions with you, Bob. Sometimes you seem baffled by my questions. That’s okay, because we both know only Jesus can know the answers. I’ve already asked him about the whoopee cushion thing. He hasn’t answered yet (I think I’m pretty far back in the cue) , but I’ll let you know what he says. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2005

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