Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Forgave, Saved And Raised - Poem by Bob Gotti

The Spirit sent from Jesus Christ, came and my heart He engaged.
Christ became for all a sacrifice, and all of my sins Christ forgave.
And by the blood of Jesus Christ, a sinful soul by Christ was saved.
From the grave He came to life, and now my life Christ has raised.

The Holy Spirit Christ sent to us, came from The Father up above.
Who had sent to us His Son Jesus, to the entire world by His Love.
And in His Son we place our trust, as we look to The Father above.
God then purges us of worldly lust, by filling us with Christ like love.

Christ forgave me of all my sin, when I accepted Him into my heart.
He cleansed my heart deep within, and gave me a brand new start.
And The Spirit that was sent from Him, from my life shall not depart.
The Spirit helps me avoid all sin, as He guides my mind and heart.

As a darkened soul I was saved, through the blood of Jesus Christ.
With the very life that Christ gave, He paid for all the ultimate price.
From my life that was so depraved, He gave to me brand a new life.
And so this life, back to Him I gave, to be for Jesus a living sacrifice.

Men who once knew me are amazed, as I live like an innocent dove,
As now with Him I’ve been raised, seated in the Heavens up above.
Where He’s to be forever praised, for what’s truly God’s Eternal Love.
And I may never look on my grave, if soon raptured to His side above.

(Copyright ©01/2006)

Comments about Forgave, Saved And Raised by Bob Gotti

  • (1/5/2006 4:50:00 AM)

    Hey Bob, do you really think Jesus is sitting on a throne? Boy, that sure makes him seem elitist and remote, and it compounds the image problem he already has as a do-nothing when it comes to dealing with the world’s problems, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, he didn’t lift a finger to prevent genocides by Hitler, Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, Pol Pot, and Idi Amin. He just sits on his hands as people perish in earthquakes, tsunamis, and hurricanes. Basically, he’s been a no-show for at least a century. And then when we die, we’re going to find him sitting on a throne having the gall to pass judgment on us? And his judgment will be based on the self-centered notion of whether we loved him or not? Well let me tell you, I’ll be pretty steamed, and I’ll feel obliged to scold him for lying down on the job. Even if he admits to being lazy, I will have a hard time forgiving him. He needs to repent big time. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 5, 2006

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