Sunday, December 28, 2014

Through His Love 12-28-14


I can't speak true of single hue
nor can I write hereof -
for there's a bright and vivid white
that glistens through His love.
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There's no more green, but view's serene -
with frost on valley vast.
Through winter hills, my God fulfills
with blessings unsurpassed.

Yet, so hungry, some love money.
Satan always lurks.
And God, so great, they can't relate
to all His awesome works.

Each frosted plant, God has enhanced
and all should understand -
we're not to cease His Christmas peace,
in this, His wonderland.

The shepherds came.  They learned his name.
And Jesus was that boy.
Though light was dim, they stayed with Him
and all were filled with joy.

Below that star, directed far,
three wise men bearing gifts -
with gold and myrrh.  In awe they were,
for spirit, Jesus lifts.

Are we too old?  Are we too cold -
to see His loving face?
Are we too blind?  Is Christ too kind -
that we can't know His grace?

Already sent if we repent.
Eternity is near!
Still offers choice, that still, small voice,
upon the humble ear.

Though few can hear, it does endear.
It's free and there's no cost.
Untouchable, yet visible,
His sunlight off the frost.

His faith is sure and sparkling pure
on landscape so endowed.
He floods His grace upon this place.
Emotion screams out loud.
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I can't speak true of single hue
nor can I write hereof -
for there's a bright and vivid white
that glistens through His love.

©2014 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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