Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Longing For Home - Poem by Bob Gotti

My Lord I am longing to go home, away from this earth that I roam,
For Lord I long to be at that place, where I can look upon your face.
High above earth’s lowly sod, in the Glory of Heaven with my God,
From a world where wrong is right, into that Glorious Eternal Light.

I know not when the time will be, when I’m brought up into Eternity.
That time is not for me to know, I am simply told by The Lord to go,
To go and preach to every nation, the Good News of His Salvation,
Until that time, I just need to be, a light for Christ for all men to see.

At times I long to be by the side, of Him, who on a cross had died,
Where He bled and died for me, so that I could live for all Eternity.
I long to see God’s eternal shore, where evil darkness is no more,
Where there’ll be Eternal Light, this my friend, both day and night.

I long to hear that trumpet sound, so that we can all gather round,
Gathered with those saints above, saved by God’s matchless love.
I long to see my loved ones who, on the day they died, truly knew,
That they departed into His arms, to be safe from all earthly harms.

I am longing for a new body too, it’s something like we never knew,
This body will be an eternal kind, with perfect form and perfect mind.
An Eternal Body prepared for me, that shall last through all Eternity,
And this new body will be Glorified, as I stand by The Savior’s side.

This longing will not leave my heart, until the day in which I depart,
Depart from here to be with Him, who died to cleanse me of my sin.
All who long for the appearing of, Jesus Christ in the clouds above,
By Jesus Christ, will be blessed, this with a crown of righteousness.

(Copyright ©03/2006)


Comments about Longing For Home by Bob Gotti

  • (3/28/2006 2:23:00 AM)


    Hey Bob, do you think Jesus has ever sat around with guys like Superman and Spiderman and compared super powers? Boy, I would love to listen in on that. Spiderman would probably talk about being able to climb buildings and ride long swinging web-ropes around the city. Superman would talk about flying into outer space and having x-ray vision. Then they’d turn to Jesus, and he would say something like, “I turned some water into wine.” There would be a silence as the other two stared blankly at him, unimpressed. Then Jesus might add, hopefully, “I also rose from the dead.” Superman would probably roll his eyes and then look over at Spiderman and say, “Yeah, I’ve done that in so many episodes I can’t even count ‘em.” As Jesus looked down at his shoes, Superman would exhale slowly and say, “Hey Spidey, let’s go get a beer.” The two of them would stand up and start to go. Then Superman would turn and look back. “Oh, wanna come with us, Jesus? ” (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006



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