Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Ceiling Fan 5-30-12


I felt just like a ceiling fan -
just spinning 'round and 'round,
running, circling, whirling,
not making any sound.

Endlessly, I spun and spun.
I knew life wasn't fair -
just going through the motions,
not getting anywhere!

I, knowing I, more worthy was,
should I'd been called upon,
but stuck here on the ceiling, I
was merely hanging on...

The weeks and months had turned to years
but who was I to kid?
I'd done the same thing every day
and that was all I did.

Now one day when my chain was pulled
I simply was too tired.
I don't know what came over me,
I thought I was still wired.

My owner came and took me down.
I finally got a ride!
I saw new sights!  My dreams came true!
My eyes grew very wide!

I wanted so, to travel -
but this was not the way!
Oh, I was heading to the dump!
I want another day!

I promised I would spin around.
I promised I would try!
I said, "Do not give up on me,
for I'm too young to die!"

But I was not so lucky.
All my hopes were dashed.
He threw me in a dumpster with,
the hot and putrid trash.

I sat there quite awhile and
I prayed so hard and long.
I gave up on a miracle -
until 'He' came along.

He carried me back to his house
and then He took me in.
He held me very gentle, then
He fixed up all my sin.

Oh yes, I'm still a ceiling fan,
and spinning endlessly -
and though I know life isn't fair,
I'll ever happy, be!

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Romans 6:4 (NASB)
 Therefore we have been buried with Him through baptism into death,
so that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father,
so we too might walk in newness of life.

Monday, May 28, 2012

E and M 5-28-12


Here,
take the letters 'E' and 'M'
and you will plainly see -
that if you switch the letters 'round,
you'll get a word called 'ME'.
Meaningless, the 'E' and 'M'
unless they're switched around.
They have a different meaning and
of course, a different sound.

Now though the word 'ME' supersedes
the letters that you see.
the meaning of this simple word
is greater far than 'ME'.
Yes, 'ME' is but a simple word,
for if I have no breath -
there won't be any life because
without life there is death.

So, 'life' is even greater than
a pile of all our words -
for living in His image is,
as farthing for two birds.
Two birds that are not purchased
will fall to desert sod,
but grace is breath for you and 'ME'
and it is all of God.

So,
if 'ME' is more than letters,
and 'life' is more than 'ME',
and God is more than life itself,
then it's all plain to see.
If meaningful, this profound truth
then what are we to do?
What does life eternal mean
and who is God to you?

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 10:29 (KJV)
"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?
and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father."

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

My Little Box 5-23-12


I cannot prove the miracles
behind salvation's locks,
but if I could, here's what you'd see
inside my little box...

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If I pulled out, a piece of cross
with blood stains smeared about,
if I had all the photos here,
so you would have no doubt,
if I had froze the moment that
they nailed Him to the cross,
so you could see that gruesome pain
as shadows passed across,

if I had casts from footprints there,
the cross and where it stood,
if I had pulled those massive nails
from deep within the wood,
if I had here the crown of thorns
they pressed down on His head,
so you could know the torment and
the flowing crimson red,

if I had froze that sunset
and showed their facial fear,
if I could show you nail prints
and Jesus' final tear,
if I had filmed the lightning
and veil that ripped in two -
that whole occurrence thoroughly -
to play it back for you,

if I could fill emotions with
the blackness of the tomb,
if I had breathed the fragrance in,
exhaled the old perfume,
if I could pull the linens out
and hold them in my hand,
or show a relic of the stone
so you would understand,

if I took out, in brilliant hue,
a painting so profound,
if I could sing in perfect pitch
with great harmonic sound,
if I had grasped an ocean breeze
beyond the longest docks,
so you could smell its freshness here
inside my little box,

if I held high His halo
and proved His torture wrong,
if I had seized that moment and
then wrote the perfect song,
if I had found the precise words
that Jesus has for you,
then I could prove the love of God
and testify it true.

No...  God requires something else -
a loving, faithful heart -
so grab your eyes and pluck them out,
and rip your box apart!
He sets our anxious mind at ease,
and offers all of us -
a personal relationship,
of peace and faithfulness.

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If we can see, then we believe -
yet Jesus wills that we,
would never follow with our eyes,
but rather faithfully.

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Grace Awaits 5-20-12


A little child is hungry,
but mother's flying high -
illegal drugs and alcohol
as many beers go by.

A little child is beaten,
but no one hears his cry.
the beatings simply never quit
as many tears go by.

A little child is confused
by yet another guy,
with screaming, fights and arguments
as many fears go by.

A little child becomes a teen,
and sees his best friend die -
the only life the child knows
as many peers go by.

A little child grows in greed.
The world knows not why,
but he becomes quite popular
as many cheers go by.

Another child goes to church
in Sunday suit and tie.
Through love, correction, learns respect
as many jeers go by.

But God sees faith and righteousness
while others steal and lie -
yet grace awaits with patience as
the many years go by...

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Dear Friends 5-12-12


Dear Friends,

When Jesus stepped into my dream
last night while I was sleeping,
I saw the radiance in His face -
however, He was weeping.

I wondered what had happened,
I wondered what occurred,
but when I asked Him why He was,
He never said a word.

I asked if He was hurting.
With that, He nodded 'yes'.
I asked Him many questions, but
He wanted me to guess.

So after many guesses,
with answers short and long -
I searched more answers far and near,
but all of them were wrong.

Now this, I had to figure out,
and learn it on my own.
I finally found the reason -
and it, I should have known.

It hit me like a ton of bricks -
my sins, the reason why.
The tears He cried had made me sick.
Another left His eye.

So then, I started crying -
but He reached out His hands.
His fingers touched my now wet cheeks,
He smiled so widely and -

He placed His thumbs along my nose,
and then said, "Do not fear."
And with His thumbs beneath my eyes,
He wiped away each tear.

Now that, dear friends, is endless love,
forgiveness, comfort, grace -
and there's no work that He requires.
I won't forget His face.

We must have faith in God alone.
There's no 'work' we can do.
But why must Jesus hurt so much?
...Well, that's so we don't have to.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Erasure Dust 5-9-12


Erasure dust was scattered 'round
my make-shift desk where I was found,
inside my garden court serene,
behind a stand of evergreen.

I should have guessed. I should have known,
mistakes I made were all my own.
I wrote too fast and wrote too long
when pencil slid on paper wrong.

Could all God's people understand?
I tried to move my shaking hand.
To reach lost souls is very tough,
my words seem never good enough.

Yes, back and forth erasure moves,
erasing sins that pencil proved,
that sin's mistakes can ruin lives.
They make a mess as death connives.

And next to rose which set on desk,
erasure dust was so grotesque.
Confused, I was, and ill at ease,
at makeshift desk behind the trees.

The perfect roses, red and pink,
had really made me stop to think.
But if I quit, then life grows still -
so write, I do, and always will.

Though God forgives, the pain remains.
Distracting wrongs bring mental strains.
They bring us pain, great guilt and strife,
but God brings breath, forgiveness, life.

Oh, our mistakes will always be,
yet grace through faith will set us free -
when God brings forth a stiff wind gust
and blows away erasure dust.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Ephesians 2:8
For by grace you have been saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

A Younger Poet 5-1-12


I dab some ink on end of quill,
and draft a poem up until,
my paper stack is all used up
and empty is my coffee cup.
My hand that shakes all on its own,
is held in place by fragile bone
so every verb and every noun
is marred when they are written down.

It seems to me to be so cruel,
for such a weak and senile fool,
with varicose and bulging veins
with all my many aches and pains,
to write more words until they're right
this poetry - despite my sight,
that grows so weak so often now.
I wonder if I still know how...

Yet may my writing not disguise
that God is good and God is wise -
for God has blessed and has in store
His endless grace and all the more.
We often think we know it all
and brag before our humble fall -
yet may we learn this simple truth:
that ink can change a prideful youth.

So I will write 'til truth is taught
and everlasting grace is sought.
Before I die, for what it's worth,
I'll pray for one more poets birth -
to carry on, to take my place,
to teach more youth of every race.
So dab I ink, on end of quill,
until a younger poet will...

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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