Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

The Gospel Truth - Poem by Bob Gotti

The Gospel Truth has been preached, to the far ends of this world,
Many hearts this Truth has reached; Good News men would herald.
And many men with joy received, the Good News they would impart,
Moved by faith, they then believed, then Christ indwelled their heart.

And on this Truth men take a stand, when guided by The Holy Spirit,
Helping other men then understand, Truth when they chose to hear it.
And by this Truth all men are saved, through The Holy Spirit’s power,
Divinely saved from a life depraved, saved every day and every hour.

Christ came into this world to die, as God’s ultimate atoning sacrifice,
This for sinful men, like you and I, on the cross paid the ultimate price.
The Lord then was buried friend; they buried Him in a Garden Tomb,
However that was not to be the end, of what seemed to be His doom.

The Lord and Savior rose again, just like Christ Jesus said He would,
Thus He sealed victory for all men, just as The Savior knew He could.
Jesus was then seen by many men, and was believed by even those,
Who had doubted He’d rise again, when His presence proved He rose.

This Truth is centered on The One, Who came to earth to set men free,
Who was and is, God’s Only Son, Who gives men New Life in Eternity.
He is Ruler of Heaven and earth, and He is coming back for all to see,
And friend only through a New Birth, can men live through all Eternity.

(Copyright ©03/2006)


Comments about The Gospel Truth by Bob Gotti

  • (3/14/2006 11:32:00 PM)

    Hey Bob, I was thinking of opening a barbeque restaurant called “The Four Horsemen.” The food would come in four gradations of spiciness, with the fourth category being extra super spicy hot! When you take a bite, you’ll start hyperventilating, writhing around on the floor, and speaking in tongues. Yeeouch! Praise the Lord! I can feel the heat! Gee, I hope Jesus isn’t mad at me for suggesting this. I hope he’s laughing but I don’t really know because he’s so standoffish towards me. He never whispers sweetly in my ear or shepherds me all over the place like he supposedly does with others. I actually feel kind of shunned by him. Isn’t there some kind of magic lamp I can rub and have him pop out to answer my prayers? I assume he won’t be wearing a turban. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 14, 2006



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