Saturday, December 31, 2011

Sunday School Lessons 12-31-11


We walked to school each Sunday morn.
Those unique belfry chimes,
rang old familiar gospel hymns
we sang so many times.
In full respect, wore Sunday best,
the women, fancy hats.
The preacher sounded serious -
then after church, the chats.

I never understood it then,
the meaning never came -
but now I fully comprehend
and nothing is the same.
There's reason in my conscience.
It's true - all I was taught.
There's purpose in my actions,
and good in every thought.

God alone receives my faith.
I hold within the ranks.
I wear Salvations armor
and win, though Satan flanks.
He tries to interrupt me,
deceive and lead astray -
telling me that life is good -
to live it my own way.

But life is just a vapor
that hovers near the ground -
with dissipating subtlety,
until we're not around -
when one day we are breathless,
and blood no longer flows -
when warmth escapes the body,
and with it, soul goes.

Those times I went to Sunday School,
have taught me very well.
I pray for Godly wisdom so,
that I, in turn, can tell -
others who are hurting,
with pain within their face -
those also needing Jesus
and everlasting grace.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Jesus 12-22-11


To the tune of:
"It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas"

It's beginning to look a lot like JESUS,
everywhere I go.
I still look at the virgin birth.  Knowing Him here on earth -
still warms my heart and makes my spirit glow.
It's beginning to look a lot like JESUS,
miracles in store -
but the prettiest sight I'll see
is the baby that will be -
who I can't ignore.

A cross with no handles, with no pair of sandals,
He carried it right up until -
our actions horrendous with weight so tremendous -
He fell halfway up the hill.
The soldier men so full of sin, just wanted to torture and kill.

It's beginning to look a lot like JESUS,
faithful as before -
and we Christians must always be, like the Jesus that we see -
through a world at war...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

So Far To Go 11-27-11


The year, I'm told, is eighteen-ten.
The weather's dry and hot.
I 'reckon dad knows where to go.
The horses do not trot.
We're tired and very thirsty,
with rations, water low.
The wagon trails' a long one and,
we have so far to go.

The wagon cover's full of holes
and leaks each time it rains.
The mud strains both the horses.
Our perseverance wanes.
But persevere, we can and must.
That's what mere patience proves -
while breathing in the trail dust
behind the horses hooves.

Supplies? ...almost depleted.
Before I go to sleep,
I lay awake, my stomach hurts,
I hear my mother weep.
The bread, she trims the mold from
sure helps my hunger pangs.
A line is stretched above my head
where dripping laundry hangs.

I'm not the wisest western child
I don't know very much.
I'm not quite sure how 'blessings' work,
and 'thankfulness' and such.
But Jesus, we are so obliged
for shoes that fit our feet,
safety from the wolves and snakes
and berries we can eat.

I'm sorry that I think of corn,
potatoes, peas or fish -
but if I lived in different times,
or place - that'd be my wish.
I'd eat just like a gentleman.
I'd eat my last string bean.
I'd eat what others did not want -
then lick their dishes clean.

Sometimes... my mom, I'll see a tear.
She hides it pretty good.
But Jesus, I know mother -
she'd help me if she could.
She stays up nights when I am sick.
I hear her prayers to You.
She shows her love to everyone
and knows just what to do.

So answer, Jesus, my small prayer...
I ask it for our Nation -
that it would always thankful be -
bent not unto temptation.
I wonder if Americans
will ever truly know -
this wagon trails' a long one and,
we have so far to go.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Magic? 11-22-11


Please God, won't You listen,
to my most desperate need -
without Your final remedy,
to rid myself of greed?

I want a magic potion,
or one fantastic pill -
that gives me everything I want -
good health, success, a thrill.

Go look inside your magic hat.
What goodies are inside?
I know all things are possible,
so please let me decide...

Then let me win the lotto.
I've only just begun -
to think of great things I could do
for each poor, needy one.

I'm not a little, selfish child -
but want You to respond,
to help me fix my problems with,
Your great and magic wand.

I promise that I'll listen.
I promise to obey -
if only You would wave Your wand
to take my ills away...

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Satanic hero-worship,
brainwashing little ones -
witchcraft spells and sorcery
beget the anger, guns.

Palm readings, stars and tarot cards,
or mystic crystal balls -
God but hears a 'song and dance'
each time the sinner calls.

We want for easy answers,
we grasp at every straw,
we wish for all our heart's desire -
but need our hearts to thaw.

When cities lay in ruin -
when we are all in tatters -
when hope hangs by a single thread -
then only God still matters.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

This Single Tree 11-17-11


I want to change the whole wide world
and show God's loving touch.
I know the great commission.
I want to do so much...

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A brilliant yellow daffodil -
with color bright and full...
but how, if I have never seen -
can know how beautiful?

A peach - so juicy, succulent -
with taste that I can savor...
but how, if I have never ate -
can know its unique flavor?

A sonata in D-minor -
with music so profound...
but how, if I have never heard -
can truly know its sound?

Jesus - so perfect, wonderful -
who loves me without end...
but how, if I so stingy loved -
can know Him as a friend?

If head, I pull, from clouds above,
one day I'll understand -
this world is like a forest and,
this tree, just like a man.

Proclaim, I how, God's love to all -
and in the forest be -
when I know not the blessing 'cause
I stand in way of me?

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Indeed, I want to change the world,
and show God's loving touch.
But change, I how, the forest when -
this single tree's too much?

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, November 11, 2011

Log Cabin Christmas 11-11-11


You ask about this picture
that hangs here on my wall?
Many thoughts come to my mind.
I can't recall them all.

It's of our old log cabin
that stood along a stream -
nestled in a heavy woods
with weather most extreme.

The summer heat, unbearable,
preceded autumn hues -
and winter brought the heavy snow
which drooped the many yews.

Our hard work filled the wood box.
Much colder times, there'd be.
I'd follow dad's familiar tracks -
to seek a Christmas tree.

A chair set by the window,
sat I, upon the chair -
peering down our old dirt road
with grandpa not yet there.

The sunrise and the sunset
was all the clock we had -
so hours I would be on watch
with brother, mom and dad.

So patiently the snowfall
would cling to window sill.
Serene and quiet were those days -
snow blanketing each hill.

Then at last his carriage came,
bouncing up the drive.
Anticipation answered,
and Christmas came alive.

The planks beneath dad's footsteps
sounded from the floor.
He gave a pat as he walked by,
then answered our front door.

The gift that I received that day
came in a homemade box.
I opened it and once again -
long underwear and socks.

Toys were quite a rarity.
I thought it not unfair -
for on those chilly winter nights,
I didn't really care.

The fire dancing in the hearth
was better than fine art -
and love was not for brand new toys -
but rather from the heart.

The inconvenient hardships
were really not so bad.
Grandpa and my family,
were really all I had.

Sunday was our day of rest
that I enjoyed the most -
when father parked our wagon near
the church's hitching post.

Patience filled our earnest souls,
charity, the mind -
and my most precious presents now,
are memories, every kind.

We bore so many crosses
with work and suffering -
but they bound us together and,
I wouldn't change a thing.

If now an opportunity
brought back 'the good old days',
I'd trade todays conveniences
for more rewarding ways.

I don't regret my childhood.
I would not trade the years.
Now please, you must forgive me for
my sentimental tears...

Oh goodness, my - how time does fly!
It's almost half-past seven!
But stories more, you'll hear some day
when we meet up in Heaven.

So that's my picture on my wall,
reminding me of Christmas -
a world of true tranquility -
where I found love for Jesus.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

When Time Has Come 11-10-11


Our Father who art in Heaven, please hear this prayer,
and let each and every special child know that we all care.
There's often things they can't explain or that they even share,
but let these children know that You are always, always there.
Hope.

And comfort them in knowing, that I am with them too -
to understand the problems that they all are going through.
And if, by chance, there's something more that You have willed to do,
then let Your special blessing rain in miracles right from You.
Grace.

Your Word proves that You love the weak and very 'least of these',
so send - if it's Your will - just one more miracle here please.
We need Your love to comfort like a gentle summer breeze -
to take away their pain and cure this terrible disease.
Love.

You know the special care that we all are speaking of -
and know if You are willing there from Heaven up above -
will let us see Your healing as a blessed snow-white dove,
descending down from Heaven from our great big 'God of Love'.
Faith.

Thank you for all blessings that You graciously have given.
We've ignored them not, nor will they ever be forgotten.
And we forgive our enemies - each one seventy times seven -
and Yours are ready for this journey, to a perfect land called Heaven.
In perfect peace, Amen.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Letter To Mommy 11-6-11


Dear Mommy,

did I let you down?
Please mommy - tell me how.
I never tried to make mistakes,
Please tell me mommy - now.

I never caused an accident,
or broke your favorite vase,
or spilled my milk at dinner time,
or made a naughty face.

So mommy, were you mad at me?
I'd really like to know...
And yes, indeed, I kicked a bit -
but hardly hurt you so.

At meal time, I never whined.
I ate all I was given.
And though you mentioned God a lot,
I'm sure you were forgiven.

I hope I never hurt you -
if so, forgive me please.
Tell me - was I really loved?
Was I the least of these?

At first, I was a bit confused -
but now my thoughts are sorted.
...Mommy, I'd have hugged you if,
I hadn't been aborted.

I would have kissed you on the cheek,
We could have laughed and smiled -
but none of these are mem'ries now...
except for one,

-Your child.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Moon 10-30-11


I look up to the Heavens,
this clear and starry night.
Though I am insignificant,
the moon is quite a sight.

I think I'd like to be the moon,
for it is often seen -
shining high above the earth,
with purpose in-between.

I wouldn't miss a single night,
so I could catch the gaze -
of every person of the earth,
that sees my every phase.

It wouldn't matter if some laughed
or poked me full of holes -
for craters, I'd already have.
No one could quash my goals...

I'd have one single, special goal -
it's here for what it's worth:
"to reflect love from God's own Son,
to all down here on earth."

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Door, The 10-30-11


Oh Lord,

There's a door that most mankind will never find -
a special door that opens like no other kind.
So many do not realize their whole life through,
that it's a door that stands between both them and You.
But Lord, there's hope!

It only takes a single ear to hear Your knock,
and takes - but a simple key - to turn the lock,
but many are too fearful so they run and hide,
and they insist on wearing their most selfish pride.
And Lord, it pains.

It pains whenever I hold my 'someone' dear,
but then they turn away with their most selfish ear.
It hurts, although I ask in earnest prayer and try -
until my heart grows dim with no more tears to cry.
Oh Lord, it hurts!

Our problems, whether great or small, You diagnose -
as You're the One who holds the troubled sparrow close.
Though once my tears were heavy and had wet the floor,
You hold my pool of tears and comfort me once more.
My Lord, that's love!

Allow both faith and knowledge of my Savior grow,
inside my precious loved ones so that they will know -
our special Savior holds the truth that He demands -
in love that's cupped inside both of His nail-scarred hands.
So Lord, grant faith!

I know enduring grace is here for all to see,
for others, on their deathbeds, who are just like me -
so if You could, please answer my most special prayer -
so You will always keep my children in Your care.
Dear Lord, in grace.

For You had showed humility there on the cross,
now show them great futility in pleasure's loss.
Show Your loving hands and feet - then show them more -
to help them find the faith to open their heart's door!
Please Lord! Amen.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Mosquitoes 10-30-11


On a lesson-learning evening,
about a'half-past nine -
some pesky small mosquitoes,
wanted quick, to dine.

But trapped, they were, within a space,
between the screen and glass -
imprisoned in their little world
from which they could not pass.

Against the screen, I thought I heard
a tiny little thud -
but safely I, on other side,
kept every drop of blood.

My world was way off limits,
and I, they could not bite.
The only thing that they could do?
Take wing in futile flight.

Continuing in vain attempts,
they tried and tried and tried.
But in the end they shriveled up,
breathed their last, and died.

This poem's end? No, it is not -
for God had sent His Son -
and placed Him too, in our small world -
a sacrifice of 'one'.

We're not a'one bit different,
for we are just like those -
who found a Man in our own world
and 'ate' Him like mosquitoes.

Don't let confusion linger,
or lack of understanding -
for 'blood' was the whole subject on,
this lesson-learning evening.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Terror and Blessings 10-29-11



Terror on the rampage,
terror in the sky,
terror in the cities,
terror by and by -
with no concern and no remorse
with cold and callous sigh -
enjoyment from the children with
their most despondent cry.
Death is by the devil,
where hate and anger lie,
terrorizing innocent,
until they see them die.

Blessings by the number,
blessings by the score,
blessings from the Heavens,
blessings that outpour -
to each of God's creation,
yet then He gave us more -
a Son who came to save the lost,
with crown of thorns He wore.
With nails in His hands and feet,
from terrors' angry roar.
The greatest of all blessings,
though terror wanted more.

Spiritual life
to terror's death...
who took dust
and gave us breath?
No matter how dumb
or how naive -
no matter what man
still wants to believe -
earth is below
and Heaven's above -
God is love.
God is love.
God is love.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Prayer Of Love 10-23-11


Dear Lord and Savior, hear my prayer -
and help me comprehend and share...

...please touch my eyes, that I might view -
in ways a blind man might see You...

...please touch my ears, that I might learn -
in ways a deaf man might discern...

...please touch my nose, that I might smell -
Your perfumes where Your flowers dwell...

...please touch my lips, so I can speak -
so bravely bold, yet ever meek...

...please touch my hands, that I might show -
Your awesome works to souls below.

...please touch my feet, without delay -
so I can walk - what others say...

...then touch my heart, from there above,
so I can give - and others love.

Amen.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Speechless 10-16-11


The interview was nearly done,
my destiny unknown.
I touted my accomplishments -
just God and I alone.

"Emergency." said Jesus then,
and brought a girl in.
"Suzy, she's a special one.
I wiped away her sin."

"The cancer took its toll on her
so Suzy's now with us.
There's nothing that she needs to say,
there's nothing to discuss."

Suzy had the cutest smile.
Her age was six or seven.
And Jesus held her in His arms
as we all stood in Heaven.

I saw the scars on each His hands
as He held close, her head -
His arms hugged her securely as -
He looked at her and said,

"Forever, always, you will be
with me in paradise.
For God so loved your little world
and I have paid the price."

I was a bit bewildered
with all that had occurred,
for Suzy, held securely -
had never said a word.

Not one small tear was in her eye.
They showed the greatest care -
but then God turned, looked back at me,
as I stood speechless there.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Luke 23:39-43 (NASB)
39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, “Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!” 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, “Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.” 42 And he was saying, “Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!” 43 And He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.”

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Beyond My Weathered Window 10-8-11


Out beyond my weathered window,
out beyond my little view -
I see one from my rocker and,
I pray you see one too -
see one on each hillside,
see one on your way,
see one in each valley,
see one every day.

While the moon shines on the water,
and the sea reflects the light -
several boats pass through His painting,
with sails of halo white.

A sea bird glides in silhouette,
way above the sails masts -
way above the ropes and bollards,
the breezes travel past.

Man's final work arrives at dusk
before the reflections cease -
near piers I have known since childhood
on this, God's masterpiece.

Yet few have known that sunset orange,
and so fewer wonder why -
God's bright and vivid colors keep
on splashing though the sky.

And people race His vivid hues -
so oblivious and blind -
as God continues painting on
so generously kind.

Wide brush strokes still continue so -
with colors stark, bold and lush.
Though 'man' has stole the meanings -
our God still holds the brush.

Out beyond my weathered window,
out beyond my little view -
I watch Him from my rocker and,
I pray you see Him too -
see Him in the sunsets,
see Him everywhere,
see Him in the life you live -
and see Him in your prayer...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, September 26, 2011

Searching? 9-3-11


Searching near and searching far,
but only for the things that are,
still searching...

Searching highs and searching lows,
but only where the world goes,
still searching...

Searching for a miracle,
but only in the physical,
still searching...

Searching life more wonderful,
but not a life more meaningful,
still searching...

Searching for the real things,
but only through life's sinful stings,
still searching...

Searching for a sacrifice,
but only at a cheaper price,
still searching...

Searching for it still today,
but only for the easy way,
still searching...

Searching leaven or unleavened,
but only selfishly for Heaven,
still searching...

Searching for His Holy ground,
searching always, never found,
still searching...

Searching? We can anyplace -
but only God still offers grace.
Stop searching.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, September 25, 2011

But Have I Loved? 9-25-11


Few are popular.
I am not.
Priorities really mean a lot.

I've read a book that was read by millions.
I've seen a painting that was seen by millions.
I've sung a hymn that was sung my millions...

...but have I loved?

For with LOVE comes sacrifice,
and with sacrifice comes much sorrow,
and with much sorrow comes many tears,
and with many tears comes vast emptiness,
and with vast emptiness comes more agony,
and with more agony comes horrid pain,
and with horrid pain comes suffering, 
and with suffering comes a cross.
A cross that PROVES love.

PROOF through an only begotten Son -
who sacrificed,
who forgave, 
who died,
who rose again,
who loves me more than ever,
who wants me to experience just one short inch in His sandals,
and take one faint breath on my humble cross,
so that I too, may also learn how to love.

I've not authored a book that was read by millions.
I've not painted a picture that was seen by millions.
I've not written a hymn that was sung my millions...

...but have I Loved?

Few are popular,
I am not.
Priorities really
mean a lot.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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1 Corinthians 13:13 (NASB)
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three;
but the greatest of these is love. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Heather 9-21-11


The wedding went so perfect,
despite the plans and rush.
Her wedding gown, exquisite,
so elegant and plush.

Heather was so beautiful -
her hair, so perfect set.
And he, the perfect gentleman.
My thoughts... of when they met.

Each other, they respected.
They were the perfect pair.
And none could break these two apart -
each others lives they'd share.

They love each other deeply.
Their prayers ascend above -
Their children? Little angels!
And they have all my love.

...

But then my dream had shattered
as I lay in my bed.
I live not in a fairy tale -
but the real world instead.

My Heather had no children -
and that, I know because -
she wasn't ever married.
Her husband never was.

No, Heather had no wedding -
She never had a choice.
My Heather was aborted.
I never heard her voice.

So please allow my wisdom
for just a moment more -
I live with my decision -
a choice I so deplore.

This memory that I live with,
still pains me yet today.
A life that God created,
I chose to take away.

(this was not written in judgment of others but rather
written for the unborn babies who can still be saved)

 ©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Too Many Flowers? 9-15-11


As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,
perfume and nose, we meet. 
I find myself among them as
they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.
My eyes saw every kind.
Now vivid colors capture me
like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.
I take a closer peek.
I find that every flower here
is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.
I'm torn at what I see.
I've stepped on many flowers and
they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,
no longer to be smelled,
no longer to be photographed,
no longer to be held. 

Again I spy a single one -
a trampled one instead.
I know that it will always be -
forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet
which trampled every kind -
Oh, how could I avoid them all -
with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?
Are those I trampled missed?
Are there too many babies?
Can we not coexist?

As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. ~Mother Teresa

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Genesis 1:1 (KJV)
"In the beginning, God created..." 


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Pauper, King or I 9-14-11


From New York, Cairo or Beijing,
and whether pauper, me or king -
You can find us when we're lost -
and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -
for oh, so little faith, have I.
All jumbled with mistakes today,
I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -
their stomachs speak until their fed.
The servants jump when their king calls
as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -
but who can hear my words, but me?
I'm so confused and so resigned -
Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,
pray Your answers calm my fears.
I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,
I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -
that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.
My life is mixed up, a montage -
is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.
I need a special, loving hug.
Though even with a sincere kiss,
I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -
I really have no place to turn.
So stumble I, the narrow, straight,
until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,
and why You listened, I don't know -
for You have seen the way I live,
so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 3:16 (KJV)
For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

His Painting 9-5-11


Alone, the sun rises
over people unknown.
Although they ignore it,
its sunlight is thrown,
over the river and
through the faint fog,
like lone little flowers
on top a dead log,
growing so freely,
so gentle, so bright -
as God's great creation
is seen from His light.

Some hovering noises
seem somewhat bizarre,
trespassing nature
from places afar -
while God, the Great Artist
keeps painting His way -
another day passes
just like yesterday.
A bright colored sunset
surrounds a lone loon.
Reflected on water,
His bright crescent moon.

Now stars hold God's canvas
while brush strokes so grand,
paint wide vivid colors
with love's perfect hand.
And God - although we
cannot even imagine -
prepares us a place, in
His painting called 'Heaven'.
So things we see here
will seem dreary and gray,
compared to the next one
that'll blow us away!

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 14:2 (KJV)
In my Father's house are many mansions:
if it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Hands 8-18-11


Selfish hands and idle hands
are rotten to the core.
Loving hands and humble hands -
are needed even more.

Not famous hands or jealous hands -
but hands that do God's will.
Eager hands and fearless hands -
enduring hands as well.

Patient and obedient,
or busy as a bee -
clammy too or clumsy,
or unknown they may be.

Feeble hands or age old hands,
or hands that hug a lot -
rugged hands or wrinkled hands,
great many hands or not.

All hands on deck - please listen,
and every faithful hand -
as we go into this dark world
and visit every land.

Share the never failing hands -
His hands - as He prevails.
His hands, that carry us away,
are hands that held the nails.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Old Tattered Book 8-16-11


It always has been with me.
The Good Book, it is not.
My book is old and tattered,
and its been read a lot.

I'm very much familiar with
this ragged, weathered book -
I'll hide it not from you because,
I know you'll want to look.

My life is like an open book,
and here for all to see.
Interpret every facet there,
or read it differently.

Folks from different walks of life
have formulated ways -
to gather vast opinions and -
to scrutinize my days.

Now you may disagree with them,
or you might fall in line -
with those who do the gossiping,
and group me with the swine.

I see my 'dog-eared' corners,
the grime and stains throughout.
Forget, I would, some pages -
if I could tear them out -

because I'm very much ashamed
of sinful burdens there -
of sins that I cannot forget -
that Jesus had to bear.

And guilt, at times, still haunts me,
and though forgiveness cures,
I'm very glad you've read my book.
Now take a look at yours.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 7:3 (NASB)
Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye,
 but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? 

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Commonality 8-14-11


Everything in this whole world
has one great flaw in common.
Large, small, very light, or
heavier than a ton.

Some are solid, others not,
and some we hear a lot,
some are just a vision,
while others, cold or hot.

Coffee smells, alarm clocks,
computers, highway signs -
family, long vacations -
schedules, meetings, deadlines.

Tell me, what's in common here -
say, what could it be?
Cookie jars to fancy cars,
curved rainbows, scenery...

And there are many other things,
too numerous to list -
scary masks of Halloween,
to pretty morning mists.

Just ponder for a minute
the commonality -
and what effect these things have had
to others, you and me.

Just think for just a minute,
on all these things I list -
and all else you can think of -
and all else that I've missed...

So try, you just might find it -
if not, reread again -
for every thing is common here
for children, women, men.

Now if you have not found it yet,
the answer, if you care -
is that they steal attention and -
take time away from prayer...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, August 8, 2011

Tender Tears 8-8-11


Be positive and confident,
and joyous all the while -
and you can be a great success
while wearing your great smile.

Success will bring you riches,
such fun, excitement too -
so do not let this world slip by -
revolve it around you.

Oh, there will be some hurting -
a child without his dad -
and though he may shed many tears
don't let him make you sad.

Just keep on smiling broadly,
and remember, others can -
show their deep compassion.
Don't interrupt your plan.

There's way too many people -
and all, you cannot do -
and after all - it's when you smile,
the world will smile with you.

Spread laughter, joy into this world -
put smiles on all the poor -
and if you still feel guilty,
donate a little more.

Ignore the child crying,
ignore her ragged clothes,
ignore the troubles, not your own
for it is how life goes.

Crack a joke on your success,
and brag on all you gave.
Jest and smile and live it up!
Die laughing to the grave...

And then, when you see Jesus,
and your world disappears -
will you get Him to laugh with you
behind His tender tears? 

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Friday, August 5, 2011

One Not Worthy 8-5-11


If I was Jesus, could I take -
the blame that wasn't my mistake?

If I was Jesus, could I hear -
the name 'Barabbas' in my ear?

If I was Jesus, could I see -
the multitudes surrounding me?

If I was Jesus, could I wear -
a crown of thorns set on my hair?

If I was Jesus, could I feel -
the rugged nails through hand and heel?

If I was Jesus, could I smell -
the stench of sweat and blood that fell?

If I was Jesus, could I taste -
when sour wine on lips was placed?

If I was Jesus, could I give -
could I be strong, could I forgive?

If I was Jesus, could I die -
for one not worthy, such as I?

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Fragile Fog 8-3-11



Dawn breaks clear and breeze begins- leans the many grasses -
rolling knolls, valleys green- moving, it amasses
moisture up from silent pond, a vapor freely born -
confusing fogs of dampness, there's- another one to warn
of world's prideful arrogance, of want and selfish greed -
another one oblivious to warnings he should heed.

Slow and patient hovering, brings truth so plain to see -
but blindness seizes naive hearts and there will seldom be -
changes to the inner soul that lingers ever past -
then fades away, the temperate fog, as time has fleeted fast.

God creates, then man destroys a life, so visible -
but Jesus comes to heal the sick, the body, spiritual.

God gave Jesus for our souls.  He patiently awaits -
while life is like the fragile fog which quickly dissipates.

Earth- or all eternity- two choices we must weigh -
before the fog has lifted and- life vanishes away. 

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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James 4:14 (NASB)
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.
You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Plant The Seed 7-28-11


Some smoking cigs,
and drinking beer -
or walking streets
in total fear.

Some loving fights,
or reading smut -
some overweight
in gambling rut.

Some driving drunk
and smoking crack -
small screaming kids,
good morals lack.

A land of grace,
in land of sin?
Please let me know
what world I'm in.

Now up-side-down
this world is not -
so say the folks,
who have a lot.

But God still knows
the evil heart -
each evil soul,
that falls apart.

And die, they will,
so 'drunk in rum'.
I wish it not,
but day will come.

And come it will,
when all time stops -
when wrath begins
and ruling drops.

Death eternal.
Life eternal.
God external,
or internal?

So hate the sin
but love the man.
Let's plant the seed.
You know we can!

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Touched? 7-26-11


When all goes well, you do not call,
you do not whisper prayers at all.
but when you're sick or feeling bad,
I hear a prayer that makes Me sad.

You pray that I should comfort you,
and tell Me all that I should do -
but then when you are well again,
your prayers are empty, hollow, thin.

So where's your trust when you are well?
I need your faith so I can tell -
you're not a fake or hypocrite,
but sincere friend who can commit.

Commit to church, commit to Me,
commit to friends and family.
Until that day, you're torn apart,
torn in two, straight through your heart.

So pray when things are going grand
so I can tell right where you stand.
Not lukewarm, but hot or cold -
for lukewarm souls, I will not hold.

For I so love this world too -
the worst of men, including you.
I will save you from your sin -
but you must first, invite Me in.

So patiently, at your hearts door,
I stand and knock to offer more.
For from this world, you'll soon depart,
so let me touch your broken heart.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

When Jesus Holds 7-16-11


One day, when Jesus holds me tight,
will I forget the past?
Will I forget my every sin,
from first to very last?

One day, when Jesus holds me tight,
will I cry quite awhile -
then be so red and blurry eyed,
I miss His loving smile?

One day, when Jesus holds me tight,
will I forget the pain?
Will I forget my memories that,
keep driving me insane?

One day, when Jesus holds me tight,
will all my sins replay?
Or will He hold me tighter and
wipe all my tears away?

One day, when Jesus holds me tight,
when I'll be loved the most -
will I remember anything,
as Jesus holds me close?

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, July 11, 2011

Blessings 7-11-11


God showers me with blessings -
too many to be named.
And He has given me so much -
so much, I am ashamed.

Though I have lost possessions,
(some former wants and needs) -
I'm steered to where I wish not go,
as my Creator leads -
and made to walk in valleys deep,
so great, the length and breadth -
and made to go to distant lengths,
and sometimes near to death.

He showed me all that I had missed
to understand His scene -
and made me walk on water,
and through His pastures green.
But sight? None can imagine -
the view beyond the skies -
to see what can't be understood
with selfish, simple eyes!

His blessings once confused me,
and camouflaged my pride,
and I just couldn't see His love,
'till I set 'me' aside.
Yes, God has showered blessings,
too many to be named -
and He has given me so much -
so much, I am ashamed.

And yet, His greatest blessing,
so many years before -
was that He gave His only Son.
What blessing is worth more??

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Shiny Penny 7-9-11


Reflection caught my lazy eye,
there on the narrow street.
I spied the shiny penny's glint -
right underneath my feet.

Many will not pick one up,
as value is so small -
and they believe it worthless for,
most anything at all.

To pick it up, not worth it -
at least that's what they say.
but oh, my time was not a waste -
was not a waste that day.

Though, there embossed, was Lincoln's face -
the date stamped clearly new -
more engravings marked the back,
proved it a penny too.

But what can a sole penny buy?
Good luck, what can it bring?
What help buys it, the hungry?
What good, the shiny thing?

Its purpose can be measured,
the value, one small cent.
But there had to be more to it.
My patience had been spent.

I found it - just a penny,
so small and very thin.
I thought it, all but worthless,
but then I looked again...

First opening my fingers,
then cleaning off some dust -
I finally found great value with,
the words, "In God We Trust".

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, July 4, 2011

My Pencil War 7-4-11


It will erase the phrase it writes,
that's written on a page -
at other times it writes more words...
it's difficult to gauge.

There is a war that's going on,
that's not on land or sea.
A thousand times my pencil flips,
the two just can't agree.

The selfish lead, the soft eraser -
the two can't get along.
They both appear so far apart.
Each thinks the other wrong.

Their battles seem to linger on -
Confusion wills to grow.
This poem is of truth and love.
Conclusions, can we know?

Am I just like my pencil,
that I take off the shelf -
fumbling between my fingers,
at war within myself?

Am I just like my pencil,
in incoherent bind?
Does warring begin or finish,
within my mixed-up mind?

Seek I, the left, or to my right -
or back, or simply stop?
My mind runs in full circles as
the pencil fights nonstop.

The truth still lives - the answer, one,
to settle this whole score -
until then I, a traitor am,
inside my pencil war.

The truthful words, I'll never find,
or my complete reward -
unless I search the Holy Word
and listen to my Lord.

I compromise my writing,
and it is always blurred -
if I can't lay my pencil down
and understand God's Word.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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My Erasure 7-4-11


Every day I make mistakes -
they often make me ill -
but my erasure's here atop, my
error driven pencil.
It fixes all my mixed-up thoughts,
and every misspelled word -
and makes more space for other thoughts,
before my words are heard.

My erasure though, lacks power,
to fix my evil side.
It cannot mend my sinful scars -
I know, because I tried.
I frantically attempted -
but then to my dismay,
I watched as my erasure wore
entirely away.

Sin stains our selfish motives,
then guilt comes as a flood,
but erasures cannot help us -
removing sin takes blood.
And Jesus does that best of all.
Erasing takes no skill.
No, we cannot erase our sin -
but Jesus can, and will.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Garden Of Eden 6-26-11


The Garden of Eden, perfect...

Not because the trees there had
so many tasty fruits,
not because the roadways had
the smoothest, shortest routes.

Not because they had new cars,
and pleasure-drove for miles,
not because the malls had sold
the latest fig-leaf styles.

Not because their bank accounts
had endless lines of cash,
not because computers didn't
ever, ever crash.

Not because the stores there gave
them everything for free,
not because the weather was
a constant seventy.

Not because attorneys there
would never, ever sue,
not because the skies there were
a perfect, bluish hue.

Not because the locks on doors
had solid gold keys,
and not because the oceans had
the perfect rolling seas.

Is perfection for our comfort,
that God so amply serves -
or for our reverent, humble prayers
that He so much deserves?

The Garden of Eden - perfect,
but after poor advice,
God had to send His only Son -
our perfect sacrifice.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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