Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

One By One - Poem by Bob Gotti

Lord one by one and two by two, I will draw all men Lord, to you,
Lord, to the one and only friend, all men will need come the end.
There’s no greater friend indeed, than one who knows our need,
And He not only knew the cost, but suffered and died for the lost.

I only desire to share The Truth, not concerned of men’s reproof.
And although they may criticize, a word of Truth may open eyes.
All of God’s Truth will be fulfilled, and just as God eternally willed.
Today the words they dispute, one day shall see indeed as Truth.

I pray that their hearts can see, their need they have for eternity,
A need beyond their place of birth, and beyond a temporal earth.
God’s Judgment is sure to come, when all men will see His Son,
And for all who refuse The Truth, they will see His strong reproof,

Until then my Lord I need to be, a guiding Light for all men to see,
And my Lord, according to your will, place my light high upon a hill.
Through your Light Lord I pray, that men will see your eternal way.
The only way men can be assured, of an eternal life with you Lord.

No longer will men see the light, but only a darkened eternal night.
Just like Jude, it is my desire, to snatch some from the eternal fire.
Then Lord one by one, two by two, men shall come to faith in you.
And with their eyes all will see, the home you prepared in Eternity.

(Copyright ©04/2006)


Comments about One By One by Bob Gotti

  • (4/29/2006 8:54:00 PM)


    Hey Bob, our congregation is having a problem with some annoying neighbors. They’re always complaining that we take up all the parking spots on Sunday. We tell them we need those spots for people coming to church for spiritual rejuvenation. After all, we’re doing the Lord’s bidding, unlike them. Why can’t they sacrifice their parking spots for a few hours? Jesus sacrificed a lot more than that. Speaking of Jesus, I know he’s on our side. But I wish he would get off his duff and do something about these bothersome neighbors. They’re all heathen sinners anyway, so it’s not like it would be a big deal if their houses burned down. I think the church maintenance staff must have some kerosene lying around. We could just tell the police that the fires were the will of God. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006



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