Spiritual Journeys #2 |
Walk With God |
Bob Gotti Senior Member
since 2003-06-07
Posts 895United States |
Walk With God Why does one walk with God, and why does a heart humbly nod, While a sinner in the present life, to follow as Lord, Jesus Christ? What are the choices one will make, as former ways they forsake, Ignoring all that others will say, as they choose in life a new way? No soul will move towards God, upon the earth we presently trod, Unless the person is drawn by, the Spirit of God, Who is on High. Their heart by God is stirred within, that sinner lost and wandering, And given eyes so they will see, the need for The God of Eternity. A need they never saw before, the Savior knocked upon the door, The very door of their own heart, for the new life with God to start, And at that moment they believe, The Holy Spirit, they will receive, Thus, beginning a New Life when, that sinner becomes Born Again. It is only after that spiritual birth, the things of God have real worth, When given new sight from above, God’s Spirit kindles a new love, A flame in your heart becomes a fire, with new purpose and desire, Walking with God you’ll soon find, the former ways are left behind. With a desire to walk in The Light, to help men still lost in the night, Persuading others to open the door, to a life in Christ forevermore, So as the Spirit of God moves in, they leave a present path of sin, To join that race with you and me, on the new path to Life Eternally. (Copyright ©09/2009 Bob Gotti) He’s coming very soon as the signs are very clear, And when that trumpet sounds, we’ll be otta here! Praise God for our Great Blessed Hope, Who Will Deliver All Those Who Believe, out of this present World of Darkness into His Glorious Eternal Light! (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 and Titus 2:11-14) What a Blessed Hope, Bob Gotti |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
It became apparent to me at some point that I could not hide from God in vodka. He reached me even there. I have no idea why I was chosen. I'm really nothing special: not highly educated, not a physical beauty, not a highly placed leader. It's a mystery to me. Sometimes I feel guilty that I was selected. Loved your poem! More please. |
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