Monday, July 27, 2015

Music Box, The 7-27-15


I prayed for peace,
I prayed for me,
I questioned God
to some degree.
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I loved to entertain myself
so took the small box from the shelf.
I carefully, the dust, removed
from ev'ry little, tiny groove.

Beholding it for quite awhile,
I cherished its antique-ish style.
Can this old box, this afternoon,
play once again, its pretty tune?

Familiar songs with tiny chimes
are like a poet's perfect rhymes.
I hear the clock, its 'ticks' and 'tocks',
then slowly open music box.

It's been some years since it has played,
but soon a simple sound it made.
Through tears of joy and tears of love,
it's grandma now I'm thinking of.

Though she won't sing here anymore,
her music plays as years before.
Her praises in harmonic chord
lift ever higher to the Lord.

The heavens call, emotions float,
on each and ev'ry fragile note.
But decades passed... so many years.
She's often lost among my tears.

Though mem'ry dim, I can recall -
her Godly ways, her life and all.
Her music box is all I've got -
and like my Lord, it changes not.

He doesn't change.  He never fails -
despite my storms, despite His nails.
In tune with peace and love for me,
God answers prayers so faithfully.

Before I place it back on shelf,
committed, I will humble self.
So blessed I am,  I praise His name.
My life will never be the same.
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As in the past,
God answers right.
I close the lid...
and hold it tight.

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

This Wide World 7-23-15


Is this wide world a better place,
or have I made it worse?
Is my life something God can bless -
or is it just a curse?
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Frustrated, I so often am
when I help those in need -
because when they have turned on me -
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see thieves succeed -
and politicians turn blind eye.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see Christian seed -
'hawking' books or their CDs..
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when I see drugs and 'weed' -
killing off our naive youth.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when enemies are freed -
only to come kill again.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am
when no one cares to lead -
like Moses, the great prophet did.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

No, everyone just seems to roam
where profits feed their greed -
instead to where downtrodden are.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Who sacrificed Himself for this!?
Did our Lord have to bleed?
I pray today we're one with Christ.
I'm hurt, so much, indeed.
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Is this wide world a better place,
or have I made it worse?
Is my life something God can bless -
or is it just a curse?

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Without A Single Fear 7-12-15


While resting in a field of grass,
I pray, "Almighty God,
The breezes blow in constant waves.
I find it somewhat odd -
I find it odd that grasses bend
and give in to the breeze.
I find it odd that they don't fight,
Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate
as I searched deep inside.
Did I move with the breezes too?
Did I have faults to hide?
Did breezes blow me to and fro?
Did I bend as the field?
Do sins of old and sins anew
keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct
in world that isn't 'just' -
I must live life as Jesus did.
Forgiveness is a must.
Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged
and plagues will follow me,
but faithfully I'll follow Him
and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass
and hand against my ear,
while resting on the greenest slope,
my wishes disappear.
Earth passes now, or so it seems,
as I am resting here,
without concern or troubled angst,
without a single fear.

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Friday, July 3, 2015

Creation's Clue 7-3-15


Accept, do I, the words I've heard,
with most correct, but some absurd?
Accept, do I, decision's fate
and all the problems I create?

Accept, do I, the sunset's hue,
that grass is green and leaves are too?
Accept, do I, my primrose path,
my grave mistakes that mandate wrath?

Accept, do I, the brilliant rose,
that it is covered when it snows?
Accept, do I, that winters bring
a certain death 'til warming spring?

Accept, do I, a baby's smile
and baby's laugh that's so worthwhile?
Accept, do I, all I behold,
that truth and love are good to hold?

Accept, do I, creation's clues,
so why not my Creator too!?
Accept, do I, confession's face,
repentant tears, redeeming grace?

Accept, do I, the guilt I hold,
that as days pass, I'm getting old?
Accept, do I, my sovereign God
before I'm laid here under sod?

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Saturday, June 20, 2015

Rev. Billy Graham 6-20-15


It seems like only yesterday
when I was sitting there -
with black and white TV turned on -
where one man came to share...

Connected, were the speakers (to
a single microphone) -
that echoed over massive crowds
as seeds of truth were sown.

The seeds from God's own Holy Word
were falling on the ears -
of ev'ry soul attending there
throughout those many years.

The overcrowded stadiums
held people, young and old,
who listened quite intently to
the words that they were told...

...so everyone could know the Christ
that He was speaking of.
His sermons were straight-forward, bold
and unabashed with love.

He loved the Christ who lived to help
the poor, the sick, the weak -
who died to save us from our sins -
then rose for those who seek.

Familiar, that distinguished voice
that boldly spoke the truth.
Familiar was that humble man
who loved the aged and youth.

And as the alter call was sang
through tears, "Just As I Am" -
repentant souls in thousands came
to be with Billy Graham.

My eyes still well with many tears
as I look back and see -
a man who loved as Jesus did
through black and white TV.

It seems like only yesterday
when I was sitting there -
with black and white TV turned on -
where one man came to share...
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Thank you Rev. Billy Graham
for your many decades
of unselfish, faithful service
preaching His Word that never fades.

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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Sorry 5-27-15


A tot, I was and always free.
My toys were there and calling me.

I had no time to hear your stories.

And as a youngster, had some things -
toys and games, a slide and swings.

I had no time to hear your stories.

So busy, I, with teenage years
as music soothed my hungry ears.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Our wedding was a fancy one.
So proud we were of our first son.

I had no time to hear your stories.

I labored very hard at work,
but problems?  They would always lurk.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Then older, I had had some pains.
My stock was down.  I had few gains.

I had no time to hear your stories.
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Oh calendar, Reverse the years,
reverse regrets, my sins and fears.

I now have time for many stories.

Once unaware, through breeze confess,
dead leaves that toss against me, press.

I now have time for many stories.

Through my excuses, alibis -
I knew in private of your cries.

I now have time for many stories.

Back here at home, at humble grave,
In tears, your stories now I crave.

I now have time for all your stories.

But time flies by and by, it slips -
so word repeated from my lips?

"Sorry."  "Sorry."  "Sorry."

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Still Thirsty 5-18-15


Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?

On hot sand I walked.  I was lonely
from results of my wide-sweeping sin.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
as the sun burned my leather-like skin.

So I paused and I stood, so weary.
My sore feet burned each time I had stepped.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
then fell on my face and I slept...

I dreamed there of safe haven's valley -
where the green grasses waved in the wind.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and repented, for I had sinned.

And dreamed of brook, to satisfy thirst,
where the bubbling waters were cool -
where I'd be last and put Jesus first -
but awoke to a world so cruel.

Awakened by breeze that caused me see
an oasis some distance away.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and promised Him I'd always stay.

I was drawn to that pool of water.
I in peered, but my face was a mess.
So washed as sun seemed much cooler.
I was happy that God had blessed.

I knew God could give me protection.
With countenance clean, I looked great!
The still water had given reflection
to an ego that none could deflate.

Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?

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Monday, April 20, 2015

Not Me & Not You 4-20-15


I may be old fashioned and that's why I'm shunned -
so don't stare there gawking, confused and so stunned.

Don't judge me because of my deafness and age.
Don't judge me because I may seem disengaged.

Don't judge me because of my old wrinkled face.
Don't judge me because I still live in this place.

Don't judge me because of the place where I work -
whether a bus-boy, a cashier or clerk.

Don't judge me because you've more money than I.
Don't judge me because I will frequently cry.

Don't judge me because of my father or mother -
my country, my neighbors, my sister or brother.

Don't judge my defining complete families -
one father, one mother with full liberties.

Don't judge me because of the car that I drive.
Don't judge me because I don't lie and connive.

Don't judge me because I'm no drunk or narcotic,
but proud and committed and most patriotic.

Don't judge me because I'll defend our top law,
our God-given rights that I hold up in awe.

Don't judge me when tears 'well up' into my eyes
whenever there's terror - as each child dies.

Don't judge me because I respect unborn life
and give of my morsels to slow down the strife.

Don't judge me because I've so little to give.
Don't judge me because I've so few years to live.

Don't judge me because of the morals you lack.
May modesty, love and respect return back.

Don't judge me because I will do no one harm.
Don't judge me because I live on a small farm.

Don't judge me because of the clothes that I wear.
Don't judge me because you will not hear me swear.

Don't judge me because I might be a bit shy,
don't envy your assets, cheat, steal or lie.

Don't judge me because I have faith in my God.
Don't judge me that day when I lie under sod.

Do you love your money, your laughter and fun?
Have you fed the hungry?  Hmm, what have you done?

Don't judge me because you have food on your shelf,
but look in the mirror and then judge yourself.

Look into your eyes - deep into your soul -
and see if there isn't one speck of dark coal.

Admit to yourself and Creator above -
that 'things' are but idols that pilfer your love.

Repent of your selfishness, envy and pride,
then give up your greed and embrace Heaven's side.

Contentment, you'll find, as your burdens decrease.
When Jesus comes into your heart, you'll find peace.

Don't face it, ignore it - but life ends.  It's true.
And God will be judging.  Not me and not you.

©2015 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wish the Fish 11 (love) 4-16-15


ONCE upon a splashing time
a little fish wished he could rhyme.
But 'Wish the Fish' lived in the sea
and brought so much calamity.
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The church seemed very quiet there
below each ocean wave -
and blessed, a special mother was,
because her son behaved.
He didn't whine, he didn't squirm,
he didn't make a sound -
and sat so still and reverently
when off'ring came around.

The doctor bills had taken all -
so money?  She had none.
The off'ring plate had passed her by
- but not her little son.
Inside his 'hand', his tiny fin
where heart and love enjoin,
a 'clink' had echoed through the church.
Dropped in, his little coin.

Her heart was heavy knowing that
she couldn't show more love -
by doing things for her small son
she thought the world of -
...like take him to some baseball games,
go camping after dark -
...like going on vacations,
or to amusement park.

Then after church, as sun came out,
as pastor shook each hand,
as mom and son had left the church -
the pastor didn't stand.
He knelt through socializing noise
with laughter in the air -
and shook the hand of her young boy,
there in his wheel chair.

That night when they knelt down to pray
for animal and bird -
and other fish throughout the sea,
his little voice, she heard.
Despite their plight, his pleading prayer
was for a hungry boy -
so fail, she did, containing tears
from overwhelming joy.

With tear-stained cheeks, so proud she was -
the way that he had prayed -
in humble, true sincerity -
with love for poor displayed.
His meager off'ring, God had blessed
as sleep had passed his way.
They say the ocean level rose -
a thousand tears that day.

Now folded up in closet dark,
a dusty wheelchair -
but wholesome legacy of love
is still expanding there -
where coins drop in the off'ring plates
below each ocean wave.
And blessed, a special mother is,
with treasured mem'ries saved.
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The moral of this poem's great,
if this whole world would love, not hate,
love!

©2015 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Wish the Fish (introduced in story 01)
Big Mouth Bass (introduced in story 03)
Trout (introduced in story 04)
Sunfish (introduced in story 05)
Spark the Shark (introduced in story 05)
Grandpa Koi (introduced in story 08)
Farmer Flounder (introduced in story 08)
Catfish Jim (introduced in story 10)

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Wish the Fish 10 (compassion) 4-5-15


ONCE upon a splashing time
a little fish wished he could rhyme.
But 'Wish the Fish' lived in the sea
and brought so much calamity.
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He seemed to be at his wits end
when Wish the Fish said to his friend,
"Please be at peace in reverent mood.
Do not do drugs or eat junk food.
Chew up your food and do not choke
and do not drink or snort or smoke."

But listen?  Wish's friend did not.
Bad habits grew in him a lot.
He didn't try to change his ways
and he seemed always in a daze.
His friend was Catfish, Catfish Jim -
and habits got the best of him.

"Just stay away!  Leave me alone.
Your voice has a disdainful tone.
Don't preach to me and do not call.
You always think you know it all.
Keep all your morals to yourself.
Leave me alone.  I love myself."

So Wish the Fish went on his way.
And time went on - day after day.
He prayed for Catfish Jim, of course,
to Father God, creation's source.
But facts of life are always true.
The same for me.  The same for you.

Are we diff'rent?  Are we special?
Do we expect a miracle?
Well, Jim called from the hospital.
He said, "I'm down... feeling awful."
Wish visited, but things looked grim.
There looking sad, was Catfish Jim.

"The doctor says that there's no hope.
I can't survive this downward slope.
I wish, good habits, I'd exchanged -
for good ones.  How I wish I'd changed.
You tried to help - so thank you Wish.
You tried to warn this stubborn fish."

Well, God will often answer prayer
and blesses us in loving care
that brings new hope and miracles
and stands us up on pinnacles.
New life for Catfish had begun.
He testifies to everyone!
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The moral of this poem's great,
if this whole world would love, not hate,
compassion!

©2015 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Wish the Fish (introduced in story 01)
Big Mouth Bass (introduced in story 03)
Trout (introduced in story 04)
Sunfish (introduced in story 05)
Spark the Shark (introduced in story 05)
Grandpa Koi (introduced in story 08)
Farmer Flounder (introduced in story 08)
Catfish Jim (introduced in story 10)