Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Just Why The Son Was Given - Poem by Bob Gotti

For unto us a child was born, and unto us The Son was given.
Through The Son I am reborn, and by His blood I am forgiven.
On a cross of shame and scorn, His life for all was freely given.
Many hearts indeed were torn, as the temple curtain was riven.

But that was the end of The Law, and began the Age of Grace.
And access was open to all, who in prayer would seek His face.
This was for men big and small, at any time and from any place.
He came to redeem from the fall, all the sinners of Adam’s race.

The only man, who had no sin, came into this world to be a light.
A world that was made by Him, and filled by men with evil blight.
His light in me He placed within, to guide me in the darkest night.
And as you faithfully follow Him, He fills you with eternal delight.

Christ came as God had willed, to become the Savior of all men.
Christ Jesus being Spirit filled, said that men must be born again.
But by His own, Christ was killed, as one who stood condemned.
However friend this only fulfilled, Christ’s set purpose for all men.

The reason Jesus came to earth, was to be God’s final sacrifice.
For short of Glory was our worth, and so The Son paid the price,
So from God we gain new birth, and this is through Jesus Christ.
And soon we will leave this earth, to begin with Him Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©01/2006)

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  • Chinedu Dike (5/28/2015 8:01:00 PM)


    Beautiful piece of poetry insightfully penned with spiritual insight. A lovely poem that acknowledges Jesus Christ as Lord. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/6/2006 4:11:00 AM)


    Hey Bob, You know how there's no solid proof of the existence of heaven? I mean, there's no SCIENTIFIC proof (or even evidence) . So basically, you're betting that the bible is right, and you’re gambling on a big pay-off after you’re dead, right? It's like your life is a big casino. So I was thinking it would be appropriate to have a charity casino night over at your church. What do you think? We could put up streamers and decorations. You could be in charge of the refreshment committee, Bob. All the dealers could dress like Jesus and say cryptic things to the blackjack players like, oh I don’t know, just something cryptic. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 5, 2006



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