Sunday, August 19, 2012

Zombies 8-19-12


Banana pudding, apple pie,
who wants to leave this place -
with all their friends and family
and each familiar face?

Who wants to leave these comforts now
and change their status quo?
If comforts want no changes, there's
no other place to go...

unless through faith we so believe
in Someone who is more,
in Someone who has paid the price
in Someone to live for.

But woe is he, though wealthy be
if faith is naught, when dies -
for faith is the prerequisite
for life beyond the skies.

And God speaks not through megaphone
nor through a king or queen,
but rather through our faithfulness
from Heavens yet unseen.

A still, small voice will call our names.
Be ready to go home -
for faith knows our direction but
those zombies always roam.

If claim, you are, a zombie not,
 who wanders aimlessly,
 then follow quick that still, small voice
and Heaven you will see.

And if you're not a zombie
but follow God's own Son,
 then love your neighbor as yourself,
attest to everyone.

And if you're not a zombie,
just following the crowd,
then clap your hands and stomp your feet
and praise your Lord out loud!!

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Exodus 14:3
For Pharaoh will say of the sons of Israel, ‘They are wandering aimlessly in the land; the wilderness has shut them in.’

Monday, August 13, 2012

These Humble Words 8-13-12


My Lord and Savior, hear my heart -
a heart that can't ignore,
Your love that chased me all my life
and proved to be much more...

much more than rain drops from above
that fall from all around,
collecting in the ponds and lakes
and oceans that abound,

much more than luscious meadows, green
where horses romp and play
much more than cool, clear bubbling brooks
where little ponies lay,

much more than all the honey found
from bees that roam the hive,
much more than flowers from the plant
with petals bright, alive,

much more than colors on the trees
in autumn's many hue,
of golden yellow, red and orange -
much more than rainbows too.

much more than all the mountain peaks
that touch vast skies of blue
much more than questions I have asked
in prayers I've sent to You,

much more than countless blessings from
Your miracles galore.
Much more than all my faithfulness.
But yet, You send me more,

much more love that I waste on
such silly, selfish stuff.
Yet still, You send me greater love.
I can't love You enough.

Now may these humble words be passed
to everyone You touch,
so they, too, will have hearts to say,
"I love You very much."

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Deuteronomy 6:5
New American Standard Bible (NASB)
5 You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Dusk To Dawn 8-10-12


Why at dusk, did Your sunlight set, to overwhelm the blue -
and how did I miss, with sunlight's fade, our dimming friendship too?

Why did the grasses so appear 'greener on the other side'
and how did You seem so far away - beyond such deserts wide?

Why did I always rivers ride, with every twist and bend -
and how was it all futility with needs that never end?

Why did I run my selfish way and how did I cut my path -
right over the worst terrain I found, only to find Your wrath?

Why did Your roses lose their scent and how'd our friendship wilt -
and how, when with repentance here, did truth exacerbate guilt?

Why did I seek man's wisdom when, my stomach grew to yearn
then question straight and narrow path that lost all chance to learn?

Why did my heart seem hardened so and how'd I grow so old -
waiting for all Your answers here in this frigid midnight cold?

Why did the chills surround me so and shiver my every bone
and how did Your stars stare down at me and make me feel alone?

How did the darkness blanket me though moon and stars shone bright
to seemingly mock my presence here?  It didn't seem quite right...

No longer will I cut my path nor crawl through desert sand.
I'll walk along still waters here, beside You, hand in hand.

It's easy to say 'Forgive me', but hard to be sincere,
still harder to walk the narrow, then harder to persevere.

But peering to the Heavens now and awed by what I see -
I'm so content in knowing that, You're right down here with me.

I know Your love, Your faithfulness, Your brilliant haloed face -
and faith reveals that dawn has come with morning sun, Your grace.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, August 6, 2012

Everlasting Tears 8-6-12


With sadness in His furrowed face,
with sorrow in His eyes,
with stench of blood and streaming sweat
with death heard in His cries -
could we not tell, when grimaced He,
in pain we couldn't hear,
in anguish so, He couldn't hold
that first initial tear?

From One so pure and innocent,
from One who suffered loss,
was One who sacrificed for us
on such a wicked cross,
where one tear found an opening,
accompanied by more -
to open up the floodgates there,
as never seen before.

But were the tears that Jesus shed
from just the pain He bore?
Or were the tears that soaked His face
from something even more?
They were not tears of happiness,
or stirred up tears of joy.
They were not tears of anger's rage
or tears that would destroy.

His tears were mixed with sweat and blood
that poured down from His face,
then dripped upon His heaving chest
and quickened to a place -
a place where burdens rested,
a place so torn apart,
but place sincere and sacred too -
His heavy laden heart.

A mother knows the pain of love
when children disobey.
She'll cry for hours, days and weeks.
There is no other way -
no other way to share her tears
than blend them in a prayer,
and send them up to Jesus where,
they mix with His tears there.

So take a look at Jesus' tears
and do they not comprise,
of grace and vast eternal love
just like a mother's eyes?
Produce a single tear, can I,
acknowledging my years,
that Jesus sacrificed for me,
in everlasting tears?

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Understand? 8-5-12


Just seek ye- and ye shall find!
Each word here is important -
So stay on top your toes! 
Unless you're wide awake, you'll lose -
So let's see how this goes.
Let's just play a little game
Of, let's see.... "Hide and Seek".
Very soon you'll see it clear,
Emerging with a peek.
So if ye seek God's kingdom,
You'll find His loving hand.
(Only read first letters in each line.  You'll
Understand).

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Matthew 6 (KJV)
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;
and all these things shall be added unto you.

Friday, August 3, 2012

From Where I Sit 8-3-12


Up on the high majestic hill,
stands one great mighty oak,
that seems to mimic something else -
a world of prideful folk.
Some think that sin is not so bad,
they think it's overblown -
but I can feel that screaming wind
from Satan's megaphone.

Oh, we all know man's clanging wars -
his taxed and tortured slaves -
his used, abused or beaten spouse -
the sinful life he paves -
that plows up God's great symphony
with Adam's clumsy ox -
and pummels us with angry words
or painful, sinful rocks.

But God's created orchestra -
all people, black and white -
all babies born (or soon to be)
and elders have a right -
a right to live on God's great earth
in peace and harmony.
But pride seeks greater powers and
rejects humility.

From where I sit, I always see
His beauty deep within,
His loving, graceful handiwork -
though plundered so, with sin.
God's handiwork from birds to fish
and mammals great and small -
still bless me with their beauty here.
I see His work in all.

And when I think my Loving God,
has nothing more to give -
He pours out love in greater grace,
so ready to forgive -
where even I, through heavy heart,
so tearfully repent -
and seek that perfect sacrifice,
who God already sent.

A rhythm rolls with springtime breeze
across this valley pass -
right over meadow here below
and through His humble grass.
In unison, harmonic notes
from orchestra below -
still wave to those on mighty hill,
to folks who need to know...

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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