Friday, October 12, 2018

If You Can Interpret 10-12-18

If there's love in you still, please read if you will
so that you can understand fully -
the wisdom of God from the Heavens to sod,
from ants to the mammoth so woolly.

Can you understand of the rock and the sand -
a foundation as in white and black?
If so, you will master the words of your pastor
and find that you're on the right track.

So don't be discouraged but be ye encouraged
if you can interpret these words.
Avoid your destruction and heed this instruction,
removing yourself from the herds.

For many will perish because they won't cherish
the grace from the Father above.
and willingly selfish, they cannot embellish
a life that is full of His love.

Deny yourself firstly before you'll be thirsty
for kinship that's second to none.
If you lend Him your ear you will certainly hear
the truth from our God's only Son.

So don't read this poem if you cannot know Him
as you will be wasting your time.
For this poem's of love of our God up above,
if you can interpret its rhyme.

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, September 28, 2018

Proud To Follow 9-28-18


Some are quite embarrassed when
their pride gets in the way.
They can't defend a hero who
is still brushed off today.

So tell me, what is wrong with Him,
...a Man who healed the blind?
...a Man who healed a withered hand?
...a Man who was so kind?

I'm proud to be a follower
of He who loved so much,
of He who sacrificed for me -
whose hands I'll one day touch.

I'll hold those strong and loving hands
when I am rid of earth -
for He has given me new life
through this, my second birth.

He died so I might live again
and never more in sin.
That's right.  A new creation here.
I have been 'born again'!

So go ahead, if that's your wish -
just joke and laugh and sneer -
but I know where I'm headed now.
I'm getting out of here!

I gave my life to Jesus, all -
escaping sin's great chain.
I'm free as I could ever be.
In Him I will remain.

Though at times this world is harsh,
I sing when life is grim.
I'm thankful that He saved my soul
and proud to follow Him!

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, September 22, 2018

That Special Boy 9-22-18


This poem's for that little boy
who I met in the store;
just helping grandma groc'ry shop
as he had done before.

This poem's for that patient boy.
While we began to chat;
attentively he listened too.
I was impressed with that.

This poem's for that quiet boy -
a little hard to gauge;
polite and rev'rent standing there,
mature for his young age.

This poem's for that humble boy
who's good and never sways,
who knows what's right and knows what's wrong,
who faithfully obeys.

This poem's for that precious boy
who grandma deeply loves;
there standing by her wheelchair
who she was speaking of.

This poem's for that pauper boy
whose grandma nodded "yes" -
when offered I, a loving sum.
She smiled and said "God bless".

This poem's for that speechless boy.
I turned to walk away
before the tears flowed from my eyes.
Then I began to pray.

This poem's for that special boy
I'll never see again;
but faithfully still pray for him...
before I say "Amen".

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, September 16, 2018

It's Irrefutable! 9-16-18


I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but I'm a rose unopened
and just a bud, I am.
So therefore, you're loved more than me
'cause I'm not beautiful.
It's so unfair, unfair to me!
It's irrefutable!
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I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb.
But now you see me open.
So beautiful, I am.
It is quite fair, quite fair to me
'cause I am beautiful.
Now I am loved much more than you.
It's irrefutable!
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I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but now I'm old and wilted,
ugly again, I am.
It's so unfair, unfair to me
'cause I'm not beautiful.
Once more you're loved much more than me!
It's irrefutable!
---
I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but I'm a rose that's guilty.
Repenting now, I am.
It's so unfair, unfair to God.
It's He who's beautiful!
For I'm the one who blamed my God!
It's irrefutable!

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, August 18, 2018

Oh To Be A Butterfly 8-18-18


Oh to be a butterfly.
Cocoon would pave the way.
Arise, I would, from dark of death
to see the light of day.

Oh to be a butterfly -
to rise above the dead,
to spread my multi-colored wings
of orange, green, blue and red.

Oh to be a butterfly
with brilliant-colored wing,
that I would stretch and open wide -
and I could beauty bring.

Oh to be a butterfly
whose wings bring ne'er a sound.
reflecting brightly in the sun -
the prettiest around.

Oh to be a butterfly,
to float on easy breeze,
and softly drift to other fields
where flowers meet the bees.

Oh to be a butterfly
upon a little hill
and set atop a milkweed plant
where I'd be resting still.

Oh to be a butterfly,
to never worry why -
the oceans depths seem much too deep
or clouds seem much too high.

Oh to be a butterfly,
creation's grand rebirth -
inside of God's great masterpiece
and handiwork on Earth.

Oh to be a butterfly
in flight and fully free -
and then to be in peace again
at rest on Jesus' knee.

Oh to be a butterfly
emerging from cocoon,
unfolding vibrant colors bright
on Sunday afternoon.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, August 3, 2018

Walkin' On Water 8-3-18


Floatin' on water, lightning's flash!
Floatin' on water, raindrops splash.
Floatin' on water, pouring rain!
Walkin' on water?  So insane.

Floatin' on water, leave my boat?
Floatin' on water.  Will it float?
Floatin' on water, don't capsize!
Walkin' on water is unwise!

Floatin' on water here hiding.
Floatin' on water deciding.
Floatin' on water hearing voice.
Walkin' on water is a choice.

Floatin' on water in the storm.
Walkin' on water's not the norm.
Floatin' on water still in fear?
Walkin' on water, volunteer?

Floatin' on water, who succumbs?
Walkin' on water, Jesus comes!
Floatin' on water, Jesus see -
walkin' on water calming sea.

Floatin' on water, no more waves.
Walkin' on water, Jesus saves!
Floatin' on water does enslave!
Walkin' on water's not your grave!

Walkin' on water?  Can't conceive?
Walkin' on water?  Just believe!
Walkin' on water, I am too!
Walkin' on water, how 'bout you?

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, July 13, 2018

A Beautiful Rose 7-13-18


My love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

But memories trample as conscience awakes.
It's then I'm reminded of all my mistakes.
Regrets, I have many.  They give me great pain.
They pelt me like hail and they drive me insane.
If only the future could remake the past,
where I could relive it much diff'rent than cast -
in stone where it's buried and cannot breakout,
I'd free it most quickly and change it, no doubt.

For pain's overwhelming when past can't reverse.
From pit in my stomach, it couldn't be worse.
Though Jesus can heal all the greatest of pains -
He won't let it happen if I'm locked with chains
in guilt-ridden prison where I can't accept
forgiveness from actions when I was inept.
Grace breaks ev'ry chain so that I can't destroy
this beautiful rose of unspeakable joy.

If God could change hist'ry, if God made it so,
I'd treat her much diff'rent and clearly would know
that God's grace is priceless and made for such love
for all still in waiting and not there above.
Because she's not with me, there isn't a cure,
so pain grows beyond all that I can endure.
I'm sorry I hurt you and this I must share -
while Heaven awaits you, you're in ev'ry prayer.

So love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, July 7, 2018

My Cheap & Paltry Skies 7-7-18


While I was thinking I was good,
in church while singing hymn -
my Lord was getting tortured so,
as they were whipping Him.

While boss was just not being fair
and I held righteous wrath -
my precious Lord lugged heavy cross
barefoot on stony path.

While I was wishing for a house
and dreaming how it'd be -
my Lord was tied and nailed tight
to hard and rugged tree.

While I stared at the deep blue sea
then wanted boat instead -
my Lord endured more agony
by thorns forced on His head.

While I had found a car for sale,
a nice and perfect ride -
my Lord cried out in gruesome pain
long hours before He died.

While in anticipated dreams,
a playoff game begins.
My Lord, though, wasn't in the game,
but took away my sins.

While I was taking selfies here
and holding high, my phone -
the people thought they buried Him
behind one heavy stone.

I'm now regretting sinful ways,
collapsing in my cries.
My Lord has paid and rose above
my cheap and paltry skies.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, July 1, 2018

Tell Me Why (2) 7-1-18


What charms my heart to butterflies?
What charms my heart to fly?
What charms my heart to loudly sing?
And can you tell me why?

What lures me to the water's edge?
What lures me to the lie?
What lures me to the ocean's depth?
And can you tell me why?

What makes a son do crazy things?
What makes a mom to die?
What makes a father distant so?
And can you tell me why?

What draws me to the pastures green?
What draws me to the sky?
What draws me to His loving arms?
And can you tell me why?

What drives my soul to worship Him?
What drives my eyes to cry?
What drives my love to do His will?
Please, can you tell me why?

What pulls my thoughts to greater thoughts?
What pulls emotions nigh?
What pulls my soul so Heavenward?
Now can you tell me why?

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, June 23, 2018

If I Were Jesus 6-23-18


Here's something we might think about
and something to discuss -
if born, we were, in Zero Year
and grew up as Jesus...
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If I were Jesus would I heal
the blind so they could see?
Or would I joke when stumbled they
and would I laughing be?

If I were Jesus would I heal
a crippled, withered hand?
Or would I buy some sandals new
and brand new clothes demand?

If I were Jesus would I feed
five thousand; fish and bread?
Or would I scold them, call them fools
and stuff myself instead?

If I were Jesus would I pray
for each and every one?
Or would I brag and boast a lot
of all that I had done?

If I were Jesus would I die
on cross set up for me?
Or would I show them who I was
and walk away painfree?

If I were Jesus would I rise
to Heaven up above?
Or would I store up treasures here
because I money love?

If I were Jesus would I care
for people still today?
Or would I care for only me?
What would I do and say?

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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