A Larger Plan Poem by Bob Gotti

A Larger Plan

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You set your mind and your heart, on your goal right from the start.
You then begin to plan a course, consulting every available source.
As you plan for hopes and needs, you also plant a few extra seeds,
Placing just a few irons in the fire, and this plan’s for a future desire.

However, you can never be quite sure, just which plans will endure,
Or which plans made in this life, could lead you into unknown strife.
When you fall into times of strife, God’s Plan creates a peaceful life.
So as you choose to plan ahead, be sure you seek His Plan instead.

Times change; we know not why, and some dreams will tend to die.
Even when your directions change, real Hope will remain the same.
What truly never dies is real hope, the staying force helps you cope,
Helps you cope in changing times, when your plans are misaligned.

This is the Hope from up above, which changes lives by God’s Love.
Our Blessed Hope in Jesus Christ, is the stabilizing force in this life.
Friend, the only hope that will endure, is the Hope in Christ our Lord.
He extends beyond an earthly hope, expanding to an eternal scope.

You can make your plans my friend, but God directs them in the end,
For The Lord God has a larger plan, and wants to include every man.
But you my friend must do your part, and have a real change of heart,
Then when real change does come, you’ll be in Eternity with His Son.

(Copyright ©10/2005)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melvin Banggollay 03 October 2008

I totally agree with you brother, that no matter how we want or desire something for us, God still has the full control to plan over us. I believed, God has a purpose for all of us and we can only know its purpose for us if we cling with faith in our heart. thanks and more power, melvin

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Poetry Hound 29 October 2005

Hey Bob, sometimes I wonder how you have the audacity to present yourself to us. There you are with your clunky, scuffed black shoes, your black polyester pants that are 4 inches too short, your stained white shirt (How on earth did you get yellow stains on it – is that from the cat?) , sitting in your dilapidated house with crumbling shingles falling off the roof and ratty old duct tape covering cracks in the windowpanes. And you’re going to tell ME how to lead my life?

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