Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Sin Still Stinks! 1-24-12

Based on a true story
during gooseberry picking season, 1934
as told to me by my mother, Ruth.

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On our old North Clayton farmstead -
my brother, sister, I -
were picking berries with our mom,
when brother caught my eye.

In each our hands, a bucket with,
our minds on all our work.
We each were very diligent
'til brother went berserk.

Wisconsin's early summer brought us
many ripe gooseberries -
but never could we match what mom,
within her bucket carried.

God's trees stretched high above our heads,
His briers pulled our clothes -
yet creek ran faithful, east to west -
while heat, with sun, had rose.

You may not know our brother yet,
but all of us could tell,
that trouble followed him around
and knew him very well.

He said, "Look at this big kitten!"
He poked it with a stick -
but when it turned and raised its tail,
our mother shouted quick.

Although it wasn't humorous,
we giggled in our fun.
But when mom said it was a skunk -
we sure knew how to run!

Now sin can sure deceive us.
It's fun, this world thinks -
but it is not to play with so,
remember, sin still stinks!

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Little Kitten 1-19-12


A tiny little kitten
whose feet were very sore,
wandered through the drifting snow
and right up to my door.
The weak meowing stirred me,
and drew me when she cried.
I crossed my room with aging feet,
inviting her inside.

She shivered and was hungry,
was frightened, very weak.
Confused, she wasn't trusting,
her future somewhat bleak.
Now even though I loved her,
I saw a troubled sign.
I thought about it for a bit -
compared her life to mine...

As she warmed up to me a bit,
I let her eat and rest -
but ran, she did, if I came close -
afraid of me, I guessed.
Now I was like that kitten,
and it became quite clear -
that I was frightened, ran away,
when Jesus got too near.

Then as the days kept rolling by,
she finally did prefer -
to be around and close to me.
She found that I loved her.
Before I learned that God so loved,
my life was very grim.
And though He loved me very much,
I had no faith in Him.

Knowing that I love her so
and take good care of her -
knowing that I listen when
I hear her prayerful purr -
defines a word called "faithfulness",
defines a true belief -
not wandering out aimlessly
in blowing snow and grief.

So now you'll find her in my lap,
a tiny ball of fuzz -
but she had taught me faithfulness.
I know it's true because -
I roamed once like this kitten,
where snow and drifting harms,
but now I lie in pastures green,
with Jesus- in His arms.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A Simple Frame 1-10-12


With Christmas season over,
and presents put away -
with most the decorations packed...
what's wrong with life today?

My dead tree still is standing -
that I have yet to cast -
but cannot help but wonder -
has Christmas spirit passed?

That single, empty, simple frame,
is dead inside and out -
and seems to cloak the truth of what
pure 'Christmas' is about.

Although some evidence remains
with dead tree standing there,
needles scattered on the floor...
there's something in the air.

There's something that I'm missing.
There's something not routine -
and somewhere in this old dead tree -
there's something I've not seen.

Could I derive from hint and clue
if pieced, I could, together -
in my head, I wonder if -
I wonder - wonder whether...

My tree once held the ornaments...
Another held a Man!
And long before mere presents came,
the gift of grace began!

A simple frame against the sky
in perfect silhouette -
a couple thousand years ago -
if we can see it yet...

see, by Jesus' sacrifice -
that all God's grace is free -
if we repent and humbly trust,
our Savior faithfully!

Last Christmas never ended,
as I walk along life's way -
I will forever, always -
live Christmas every day!

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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