Saturday, January 13, 2018

His Land 1-13-18


I think I have solutions to
our country's deep disgrace.
I think I have the answers to
the problems that we face.

Yet heroes fought and died for me,
so who am I to brag?
Oh, who am I to claim to be
the bearer of our flag?

Deserve I little comfort now.
Let bombs burst in the sky!
While I encumber those like me
our taxes go sky high.

I vote for those who promise things,
that put food on my shelf.
I vote for free stuff I can get
that benefits myself.

Are we a nation full of sin
that we have not a clue?
Greed has so unraveled threads
of our red, white and blue.

The red continues running as
the white becomes blood-stained.
The blue has faded into gray.
We all should be ashamed.

And politician's greed and graft
I also will speak of.
It seems that they have helped themselves.
For country, they've no love.

Great heroes fought and died for them,
so who are they to brag?
And who are they to claim to be
the bearers of our flag?

If they, nor I, have right to bear
our flag that we hold high -
then who can be our leaders now
when all we do is lie?

With lobbyists and twisted words
our country cannot stand.
Yes, God will one day judge us all -
for this is still His land.

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Now That Is Peace 12-19-17


Small snowflakes float on easy breeze -
without an effort, find the trees.
Now that is peace.

They rest upon the solid branch,
upon the roof of humble ranch.
Now that is peace.

They settle on a rail fence
without a thought, without suspense.
Now that is peace.

They blanket softly, all around,
upon the leaves upon the ground.
Now that is peace.

The Christmas snow reflects all light
from its decor with such delight.
Now that is peace.

More snowflakes settle.  They're unheard -
as Heaven speaks without a word.
Now that is peace.

The stars above, they sparkle too -
a gift from God, to me, to you.
Now that is peace.

Without the pomp and circumstance,
the scenic beauty is romance.
Now that is peace.

A babe in manger once was born -
without the fanfare, without horn.
Now that is peace.

Through virgin love, through virgin birth -
A blanket grace for all on earth.
Now that is peace. 

So why this blanket when it snows?
So why this gift?  The Christian knows.
Now that is peace.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, December 9, 2017

But Grace 12-9-17


When I think back at my whole life that I have spent on earth -
and when I think of all the wrong that I have done since birth -
for selfishly I'd done my will.
My life was all for me.
I wonder how God loves me still
and wants me to be free?

I failed my spouse, I failed my kids, I failed my screaming boss,
I failed my ever patient God - and also, too, the cross.
I wonder why He sent His Son,
I lied and lied and lied.
I selfishly had been just one -
one reason that He died.

But God is patient, more than I.  He's waited many years -
for me to find that faithfulness, for me to come to tears.
I wonder why He loves me still.
I wonder why He cares.
I need that mustard seed to grow.
Does He not hear my prayers?

And pray, can I, a sinner's prayer?  What right have I to pray?
What right have I to anything with life in disarray?
But grace is mine and that's because
mere works do not suffice.
I have no right, but Jesus does -
because He paid the price.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, November 24, 2017

That Distant Light 11-24-17


The air was calm below the palm
so rested, I awhile.
I stared across the quiet lake
with my own lazy smile.

The sun had set and I had let
the time just slip away.
I lost myself among my thoughts
and it had seemed okay.

Reflections though, had taught me so.
There's something you should know -
how they reflect the real thing
in fascinating show.

There's no delight in distant light
where nothing misbehaves -
But watch those sparkles dancing on
the tops of rippled waves.

That shimmer see, will always be
from light across the lake.
That dancing drew attention from
the light that isn't fake.

Half-way across the lake they tossed.
They glittered brilliantly.
Deceiving, long reflections as
that light shone silently.

I liked the show - reflection's glow -
and there was nothing feared.
But when that distant light turned off,
reflections disappeared.

Was I deceived?  Did I believe
that distant light, God's Son?
Or focused I, on rituals -
merely the reflection?

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, November 17, 2017

The Covered Bridge 11-17-17


Still washing o'er and 'round the rocks,
the splashing rapids pass the fox.
They pass the beavers before dawn.
They pass the doe.  In time, the fawn.

The chipmunks work.  The 'possums too.
The river flows past me and you.
Time doesn't stop.  It knows not how
with covered bridge before us now.

The water moves, the river flows.
God makes it so.  That's how it goes.
The bridge we walk is like our birth -
A fresh red coat for what it's worth.

Like ol' homestead, the bridge is red,
but it seems brighter here instead.
Enjoying travels, springtime views -
no other roadway, we would choose.

The hewn-cut logs are under foot.
And all our faith in God, we put.
Each step we take, we hear the boards.
Experiences bring rewards.

Then walking past the eight by eights,
a calendar of days and dates,
they hold the roof that keeps us dry -
like summer rains as we pass by.

Then near the end, the autumn air -
brings me to tears to know we're there.
Life seems so fast- like rushing dream -
like splashing rapids of the stream.

As she steps off, I see her go.
Yet she's in Heaven.  That I know.
I pause some here as I recall -
our great relationship and all...

Those times together I still see -
forever always, her and me.
Love and devotion, God gave both.
Remember well, our Christian growth.

I see her bright and smiling face.
My mem'ries hold, as her embrace.
I hear her voice - fresh as the breeze.
Her songbirds echo still from trees.

The bridge, now old, weathered a bit.
And soon, we too, will step from it.
A moment's pause.  I see them too.
These colored leaves are much like you.

A blanket, soft of powdered snow -
will come one day - and this I know -
will cover road and cover bridge,
cover trees and winter's ridge.

The sunset's bright.  I see the moon.
So please be patient - see you soon.
The things of earth just keep changing -
but never God.  He's amazing.

Still washing o'er and 'round the rocks,
the splashing rapids pass the fox.
They pass the beavers before dawn.
They pass the doe.  In time, the fawn.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Last Duckling, The 10-14-17



Free will expressed in God's likeness
and formed in wonder's love.
With utmost care, He made me there,
at home in Heav'n above.

But after birth right here on earth
it wasn't really fair.
They all made fun of waddled run
and no one seemed to care.

There was no drake out on the lake,
but breeze was cool and fine.
Mother struggling, seven duckling -
with me, the last in line.

Sometimes my feet could not compete -
so I would lag behind.
But she would wait- me motivate -
for she was patient, kind.

Then peril sent an accident.
My legs went nearly lame.
They laughed again at my chagrin
and slower, I became.

In Godly way, my mom would pray.
She loved me even more.
With lots of skill and her big bill,
she'd nudge me up on shore.

And there I'd praise the sunshine's rays
next to my mother's charm.
And always there, my mom would care
protecting me from harm.

Through many jobs I'd hear her sobs.
She had the biggest heart.
I must attest, she was the best
'til death pulled us apart.

As time goes by I often cry.
It's sad to swim alone.
The only love that I knew of
was what my mom had shown.

I am not strong. I have done wrong.
I was the least of sev'n.
Lord, call me back.  Please call me back.
Please call me back to Heav'n.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, October 7, 2017

And Colors Each 10-7-17


Do we know with His rainbow, there's life among the trees?
What message comes from God above through autumn's colored leaves?

Does a willow display YELLOW just to send a small alarm -
to caution us from danger so we're free from Satan's harm?

Does the bright glow of the ORANGE show a way to raise our spirits?
Down through the years, does wisdom claim we shouldn't call it quits?

And does the RED mean Jesus bled to save us from our sin -
that we would turn our life around and be born once again?

Do the GOLDEN leaves embolden us to face another day?
Our golden years are not to waste, but live in Godly way.

And does the GREEN that's still between all us and many others -
prove that God still gives us life among the many colors?

Please understand God's faithful and His great creation thrives.
He paints, each fall, a masterpiece and colors each our lives.

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kitchen War 9-30-17


Discussions were beginning in the kitchen fraught with hate -
and anger soon was spreading with the "who was best" debate.

"I'm protein for the people," said the big roast to the greens.
"I[m so much, much better than potatoes, corn and beans."

"Without my oven you are absolutely nothing around here,"
said the stove so loudly so that all the rest could hear.

Close by was some oregano, paprika and some clove.
"Oh, do not boast for you are but an old and rusted stove. 

Said the sea salt to the spices, "Here's some good advice.
If you can't add some flavor,  you're no better than the rice."

Said the white rice to the sea salt, "Let me say a thing or two.
The spices have a million times more flavor than you do.

The fridge could not stay silent and the toaster now was hot.
Disposal?  It was spinning while the blender had forgot.

And that is how it started as the food began to fly.
Please tell me why there's no respect.  Please tell me, tell me why.

From floor to wall to ceiling, there was food stuck everywhere.
And you could even see the peas come bouncing down the stair.

The bragging had continued and the sink began to boast!
Then gravy splashed the window...and the fork had stabbed the roast!

The big 'ol roast let out a acream.  "I'm dying!" was his yell.
It rolled right off the table and on the floor it fell.

The hush was so immediate and no one said a word.
No sound was heard except from one small window perching bird.

Hysterically, it laughed and laughed.  I thought it'd blow its cork.
And then we all had seen it too - that cheap weak plastic fork.

The laughter had crescendoed and it filled that messy room.
But then who had to clean it up?  The dustpan and the broom.

Not one had learned a lesson and not one humility.
They still each think they are the best.  That's how they'll always be -

UNLESS they all repent and learn of God's most precious Son.
ONLY THEN can  we have peace for each and everyone.

Until then we will be at odds.  Until then we will fight.
Until then we will be at war - and world a messy sight.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

God's Little Paradise 9-23-17


Between the path and lake I sit.  The weather sure is nice.
Creation here continues in God's little paradise.

I shut my eyes and listen to the dried up autumn leaves
that dance upon the pathway with the swirling twirling breeze.

I listen to the splattering of waves upon the shore.
I soak up sounds around me and I wait to hear some more.

A squirrel hesitates a bit, then races up a tree.
With eyes still shut I see it all and find it fully free.

I hear the wind.  I hear His voice.  I hear the angels sing.
I take in all that Heaven has.  I treasure everything.

I hear a frog and chirping birds.  I hear a quacking duck.
And far away a jingle from a roaming ice cream truck.

The grasses whisper tunes of old to leaves still on the trees.
My heart cries out for little ones, the least...  the least of these.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son...
If I could only pass His love to each and everyone...

If I could only find the words to close all nation's eyes -
then maybe they could see Him too with spirit-piercing eyes.

If only faithful they could be, so they could see His face.
If only I could find the words so they could see this place.

With eyes still shut, I reminisce of all that God has giv'n.
My friends, our days on earth are short and after this a Heaven.

Between the lake and path I sit.  The weather sure is nice.
Creation here continues in God's little paradise.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, August 27, 2017

Forgive Me Please 8-27-17


If you're in earshot of my voice
Regret, I do, my ev'ry choice
that brought you pain and brought you tears.
Forgive me please, for all these years.

I toss and turn here on my bed.
Forgive me please, for all I've said.
Deserve I nothing - that I know -
for damage done so long ago.

I lost your faithful selfless love
and caused you hurt I know not of.
I broke so many of God's laws.
I weep at pain my sins have caused.

Your face reveals a giant hole
that I put in your heart and soul.
Your innocence, may God observe.
Forgiveness I do not deserve.

If time could slow... if time could stall...
if time reversed... I'd change it all.
For things I've done, there's no excuse.
And healing, I cannot produce.

BUT GOD can make the crooked straight,
wipe tears away and then create.
Please talk to Him and don't conceal
your heavy heart that needs to heal.

If you're in earshot of my voice
Regret, I do, my ev'ry choice
that brought you pain and brought you tears.
Forgive me please, for all these years.

©2017 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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