Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

My Lord Is With Me - Poem by Bob Gotti

Father you’re with me night and day, this as you guide me all the way.
You carefully guide your very own, as you lead us to our eternal home.
You are with me in the dark of night, piercing darkness with your Light.
Through the day you light my path, guarding me from man’s evil wrath.

Lord you hear me as I nod in prayer, and that’s anytime and anywhere.
And all my prayer, I know you hear, as I lift to you every care and fear.
All my concerns I can hand to you, as your Grace will see me through.
My life is a testimony that you care, this as I point to answered prayer.

Father, burdens far too big for me, you take away, as you set me free,
Freed from concern to live my life, this as a testimony for Jesus Christ.
Who is with me as the waters rise, the One on whom I will fix my eyes.
And though the waters do not cease, Christ my Savior gives me peace.

And when the flood does not subside, within Christ’s shadow I can hide.
Then as I stand upon Christ my Rock, I am securer than a ship at dock,
As I remember that tide at Calvary, where His blood had flowed for me.
So I trust in the One who had died, this to cleanse me in a crimson tide.

Today the One who died on a tree, lives in my heart and goes with me,
He walks each and every day with me, helping me to live life in victory.
Whether through the flood or the fire, Christ helps me to live life higher,
Father, through it all I can truly say, Jesus Christ is with me all the way.

(Copyright ©05/2006)

Comments about My Lord Is With Me by Bob Gotti

  • (7/21/2009 2:34:00 PM)

    wonderful ode for The Lord, lovely rhymes...10+++ (Report) Reply

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  • (5/11/2006 11:25:00 PM)

    Hey Bob, why doesn’t God destroy hell? It’s scaring too many people and making them distort their lives out of fear of the place. And they don’t even know what the hell happens in hell. Will someone jam a meat thermometer in their ears? Or ream out their nostrils with an apple corer? Or inject Mop ‘n Glow into their veins? They have no idea, but they pray and go to church and read bible verses all because they’re afraid of someone hurting them after they’re dead. So God should just make hell disappear. Some people say he can’t do it, but they’re forgetting one thing: He’s GOD. He can do anything. He could just wipe it away with one flick of his wrist. I know what you’re going to say, that God doesn’t have any wrists. Okay, you got me on a technicality. But you knew what I meant. He’s the Almighty. He could make hell vanish in a nanosecond. So I think it’s very telling that he refuses to do it. Or maybe he just hasn’t gotten around to it yet. (Report) Reply

  • (5/11/2006 10:34:00 PM)

    wow that was very touching i loved it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, May 12, 2006

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