Sunday, March 25, 2007

In the Clouds 3-25-07


You ask why I am crying. So let me tell you why.
I was so very angry as I stared into the sky.

I lost my special mother and tears had filled my eyes.
I looked to God for answers but moisture blurred the skies.

I had only asked for answers - an emotional free ride.
I wanted Him to hold me - and keep me near His side.

I didn’t see the sunshine. Dark clouds hung over me.
I couldn’t feel His presence. I couldn’t begin to see….

But when I wiped away my tears, my thoughts were held in awe -
It held me captive for some time - for this is what I saw:

So clear and simple in the clouds - I now know why she died....
The sight of Jesus on the cross – in love, His arms held wide.

You ask why I am crying. I’m crying ‘cuz I’m glad –
I knew that she was everything - and thought was all I had.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Thursday, March 22, 2007

Walk The Talk 3-22-07



Love is a tough word for men made of steel.
Some cannot say it - despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you'll find at the core,
that few love much higher than ostriches soar.

Some utter their love in flowers and smiles.
There are many words and so many styles.
Some share their feelings with tears in one eye,
while others share thoughts in endless supply....

But talk is so shallow - it's easier said,
than walking the talk, and giving instead.
When we're confronted with our simple trials,
do we drag our cross - and for how many miles?

A cross is a menace that scoffs in our ear.
We wish every time it would just disappear;
but if our love's real - and fills us inside,
A cross surely conquers when we are denied.

For there was a Man who lived long ago,
that gave so much more - than we'll ever know.
He shared with the children, women and men,
and taught us all how - to love once again

There wasn't a record of “fanciful” talk,
but rather, instead, of unselfish walk.
While prayers were sincere to His Father above,
mere words didn't finish His dutiful love.

He spoke not a word - defending His own,
and faithfully walked each step all alone.
We cannot imagine the pain He endured,
and from the soldiers, the scoffing He heard.

Mere words were spoken and all had seemed lost,
but actions spoke louder than two timbers crossed.
And love didn't lose to the cross in that war -
because Jesus yet lives and that cross is no more.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Depressions' Book 3-20-07

Are you feeling really cheery -
just like the men of old?
Or are you filled with sin's debris?
Just how's your story told?

Who writes the story of your life?
Who maps your many miles?
Who slashed your insides with a knife?
Who brings you down with trials?

It's always someone else's fault -
It's never ours to claim.
So go on curse - and then assault.
Your friends must be to blame....

Your life is in such disarray.
At times you're feeling blue.
Because you chose your selfish way,
blame must be placed on you.

With deep despair and sinful strife,
your insides churn and burn.
Is that the story of your life -
and you've no place to turn?

So many think they know it all,
they answer every whim.
But those who conquer big and small
have put their faith in Him.

Your whole life's story, who will write?
Who'll map your many miles?
Give God your pen, it's quite alright -
He'll bring you many smiles....

Several people read your book,
each day more print occurs -
so do you know the path you took?
Was roadway, His or yours?

It's your story, it's disclosed,
and every day it's read -
but when God flips the cover closed,
you'll be completely dead.

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, March 8, 2007

What's so special? 3-08-07


What's so special about a tree, without bright flowering buds to see?
What if it reached up to the sky - but imparted no beauty to the eye?

What's so special about a tree, without small birds chirping songs for me?
What if it had no living cells - nor rendered scents of unique smells?

What's so special about a tree, without any roots? Is that not key?
What if it had a trunk so tall - but yielded no juicy fruit each fall?

What's so special about a tree, that stands there dead for all to see?
What if the sunshine took its aim, but the shadow proved its simple frame?

What's so special about a tree, without ornaments' glistening spree?
What if it had no tinsel gold - and stood unparalleled, barren, cold?

What's so special about a tree, that held a life and saw it flee?
What if it held no life down in - but yet it held through thick and thin?

What's so special about a tree, that held One captive for you and me?
What if it charged the highest price - for the only, perfect sacrifice?

What's so special about a tree - so long ago lost? Say, what could it be?
Everything! For it had given - Jesus the place, where all sins were forgiven.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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