Bob Gotti

Rookie (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

The Lord Reigns - Poem by Bob Gotti

The Lord Reigns from on High, upon His throne above the sky,
And from His throne in majesty, He rules the world that we see.
He ruled the world in ages past, with a rule that will forever last.
For Christ will reign for Eternity, as all nations on earth will see.

His uplifted hand still is raised, though by all, He is not praised.
When His Wrath begins to flow, every nation on earth will know,
That Christ is the sustainer of, everything in the heavens above,
And of all upon the earth below, everything we’ve come to know.

One thing you can not dismiss, that He reigns in Righteousness,
Indeed, Holiness is found in Him, that reigns above all earthly sin.
When He reigns upon the earth, all sin and iniquity will be purged.
At that time His righteous decree, will cover earth from sea to sea.

Today Christ reigns in the heart, of every believer who’s set apart,
Set apart by The Lord above, cleansed from sin and filled with love.
Today we reign in Christ’s Spirit, sharing Truth with all who hear it,
Knowing when Christ does come, we will reign with God’s own Son.

You can also reign with Christ, and receive from Him Eternal Life,
If you receive Him in your heart, you, in His Reign, will have a part.
If you choose to dismiss The Lord, you, by Jesus, won’t be ignored,
And from His Reign of Righteousness, you will surely be dismissed.

(Copyright ©09/2005)

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  • (9/30/2005 2:10:00 AM)

    Hey Bob, you must get really steamed at God for putting you in this predicament of having to go around badgering everyone. It seems that He doesn’t want you to have any fun. He just wants you to harangue passers by, I guess. I’m sure that just ticks you off, doesn’t it? But Bob, rather than sitting around typing out clunky proselytizing verse all the time, I thought of a more productive thing you could do to glorify His name. Here’s what you should do. Haul that rusty washing machine in your front yard on over to the county landfill. You might also want to get rid of those old tires in the backyard with weeds growing up through them. Frankly, I’m rather astonished, Bob, that you would conveniently forget that cleanliness is next to godliness. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005

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