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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
Diversity is found in university,
Flows from the Devine, magnified among every kind
Shape of eye, size of body, color of hide
The creativity Of Our Creator will blow your mind
Diversity is found in university,
The deceiver he is a weaver of webs of lies
He want nothing good to flourish,
His’s heart pines for everything created by the Devine to die
He poisons the mind toward diversity,
Portrays it as a strangling vine
Of Hate, violence, death
Diversity proclaims the Glory of the Divine
Diversity in color creates art
Diversity in sound creates music
Diversity in thought creates poetry
Celebrate diversity
It proclaims we are created in the image of the Divine
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Feb 27, 2017
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It's splash across the canvas of print
It's blare across the airways
Another Super Hero has fallen.
On the stage of life,they appear bullet proof
but out of the bright lights,in the shadows
every Super Hero has his Kryptonite
In the bright lights
a Super Hero's powers are his wealth and fame
in the shadows super powers can be weakened
by thieves,moths,rust
Don't Gear when a Super Hero has fallen
less it becomes your Kryptonite
and you trip over your own cape.
The strength of a Super Hero's custom is not in silver or gold
but in the strength of a good name.
There is only one invincible Super Hero
He conquered death at the cross
To rescue Humanity from the hands of a villain
The name of this Super Hero is Jesus The Christ
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 6 2014
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
Jesus frees
If you will believe
Cast away your wondering around in your dark past
Start traveling along His lighted path
you will see that Jesus frees
If you will believe
I started my journey as a black sheep in the fold
always rolling in the wrong direction
So I was starved for affection
I was abandoned by the fold
Instead of hanging me from a tree
They leave me in a dense dark forest
In the care of the hands of the wolves
The Father to the Fatherless closes the hungry mouths of the wolves
He safely lead me back to my fold
Though I try to roll in harmony with the fold
I could not win their affection
I recieved their rejection
Because in their I eyes I was still the black sheep of the fold
They curioused me out of the fold
They thought I would never be a successful sheep
They thought I would roll in the direct of a pig
Spending my days wallowing in the mud
becoming nothing more than a dud
My journey would end on a heap pile of crud
I once again was abandoned to the dark dense woods
The home of the hungry wolves
I found the woods were cold with rejection
No flames of affection to warm oneself by
Blinded by darkness ,for there was no hope to provide light
Wandering around lost ,for there was no direction
Then The Father to the Fatherless
The Good Shepherd
Called out to me
He said," You don't have to be lost any more."
"Join my fold."
"I will never neglect you."
"I will never reject you."
"I will never eject you."
"Cast away your wondering around in your dark past."
"Come let Me make you a new creation,old thing are done away with."
"Let Me guide you along the lighted path of abundant life. "
" For I am Jesus, I have come to set you free!"
" If you will believe you will see."
Written Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 04 2014
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
had a proud history but it wasn’t always full of smooth sailing
They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen world
They had battled their way through many storm by their faith in their Creator
He through his holy Spirit He gave them the strength of nerves of steel
He place a burning will to fight to over come their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out
He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with it’s darkness
They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves
They fault against pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands
to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule
There came a time this nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty they had acquired
They decided to mutiny against the Creator
In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island
The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity
to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
when they were on their way
they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans
and threw them overboard
They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters
They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open it’s mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread
The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their
sails
the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus
The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner
For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel
To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them
To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters
But they didn’t have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters
They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship
Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds
To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm
To confess and repent from their muteness ways
To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail their ship once again under His banner
By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world
Written by Stephen J.Vattimo
August 10,2015
Sail By God's Compass And Map
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Fortune and Fame,
Is this the root of the value of your name?
If all your valued were stripped away,
would be like a tree who leaves were stolen away by the winds of a hurricane?
In the eye of a watching world,
would you appear to be like a hopeless tree,
stand in the forest with naked branches and rotted out roots?
If you were like a branch that was grafted into a healthy strong vine named Jesus The . Nazarene.
Though the hurricanes will come and go and steel your fortune and fame
Your branches will never remain naked.
For the vine's root will never rot.
For the vine is the source of eternal life and has over come the power behind the force of the hurricanes.
The branch that abides in the vine will always renew it's fruit.
Which is your fortune and fame rooted in?
Are you a tree standing alone in the forest try to produce your own glory?
Are you a branch grafted the vine name Jesus The Nazarene?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 12, 2015
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Once upon a dreary day
He had to appear before a jury
To see if he would be hand over to zoo keeper
To be sentenced to captivity in a cage
or put on a leash until he earned his freedom
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He dressed his best
to impress the jury
That he was tame
not insane
Just a victim of mistaken identity
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He hoped in to his chariot
To make his journey to appear before the court
Along the way
he stop off in the market place
To purchase a potion mad from a magical bean
That would Energies him with the power of caffeine
In market place
every maiden’s eye was caught in a trance
by his fancy sport coat,tie,and pants
Every maiden he passed
showered him with flowery Compliments
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
When the jury was held
The King Of Kings pulled the strings of the hearts of the noble of the court
To show mercy
To grant Cinderella Fellow the privilege to remain free
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
The next day he hoped into his truck to make his way to the market place
Along the way he stopped off at Wawa to purchase a cup of Joe
He cheerfully greeted every fair lady He passed
The fair lady were all deaf and blind to his existence
As if he and them were existing in two different dimension
At first he found their reaction to him to be lame and very strange
Then he saw his reflection in a picture window
He no long wore his fancy sports coat,tie,and pants
that caught every maiden’s eye
holding them in a trance
causing them to shower him with flowery Compliments
He was wearing humble faded jeans and a cheap T-shirt
Now Cinderella Fellow knows what it feel like when a book is judge by it’s cover
Not by the story that is written on the pages inside
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 1, 2012
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
What was the crown of thorns fore ?
Why was it hammered to Jesus’ brow ?
Like forcing a nail through a piece of wood.
Was it a badge of mockery toward the Jewish leaders?
Fore pressing Pilate to crucify a man he proclaimed to fine no fault there in.
What was the crown of thorns fore ?
Was the crown of thorns Mother Nature’s representative ?
For she needed to be redeemed from the cruse of sin.
Redeemed from suffering under the Agents of Darkness ,Devour,Destruction,Decay.
Just as the first man Adam through the act of disobedience ,sold Mother Nature into slavery.
To The ownership of The Archangel of deception,insurrection, and Devourer of Souls.
Mother Nature Was purchased out of slavery by God,and she will be set free from the presence and power of the Prince Of The Power Of The Air.
Fore the purchase price to set Mother nature free ,
was for the sinless Son Of Man,The Son Of God,to wear the Crown of thorn on His brow.
while out of perfect obedience to the Father ,
He was offering his life on the cross as a ransom to purchase sinful man back to God.
This is why Jesus wore The crown of thorns .
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Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 30 2012
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I was traveling along my life line,
when mine line intersected with a peculiar guy,
In a time and a place,that was not unfamiliar to me.
He stared at his reflection in a mirror, and chanted,
“Me,My,I.”
This was a peculiar sight,
so I couldn’t help but pry, “Are you all right ?”
He replied, “My life line has taken some sever curves and Steep dives !”
I felt compassion for this peculiar Guy’s plight , and had to pry,
“Have you considered inviting God to help you straighten out the sever curves and steep dives in your life ?”
He replied, " Yes,every time I look into a mirror."
“Me,My And I.”
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 19 ,2011
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Stephen J. Vattimo Poem
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
For a servant of The Lord to grow
The Lord has to send them on a journey along a desolate desert road
Tho the desert is like a snow white blank canvas
No terrain feature to navigate by
Have no fear
During the dark cold night
God will warm you
God will light you your path
By his pillar of fire
Have no fear
During the fiery furness heat of the day
God will cool you
When you eyes are blinded by the reflect of the sun off the sand
God will direct you by a covering cloud in the sky
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
Tho the desert is like empty cupboard
Void of substance to sustain life
Have no fear
God will fill your hunger by delivering daily bread with the morning dew
God will quench your thirst by turn a dry hard rock into a water fountain
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
The desert road is a solitary journey
the silence of friendly familiar voice is deafening
The roar of the enemy
Ever loud and threatening
Have no fear
The Lord never slumber or sleeps
He keeps a protective watch over His sheep
He doesn't not run to escape the harm of a poacher or wild beast,
He stand boldly to defend his sheep
Jehovah-Jireh
“The LORD Will Provide”
Amen !
For a servant of The Lord to grow
The Lord has to send them on a journey along a desolate desert road
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 15,2017
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