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July 13, 2018

A Beautiful Rose 7-13-18


My love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

But memories trample as conscience awakes.
It's then I'm reminded of all my mistakes.
Regrets, I have many.  They give me great pain.
They pelt me like hail and they drive me insane.
If only the future could remake the past,
where I could relive it much diff'rent than cast -
in stone where it's buried and cannot breakout,
I'd free it most quickly and change it, no doubt.

For pain's overwhelming when past can't reverse.
From pit in my stomach, it couldn't be worse.
Though Jesus can heal all the greatest of pains -
He won't let it happen if I'm tied down with chains
in guilt-ridden prison where I can't accept
forgiveness from actions when I was inept.
Grace breaks ev'ry chain so that I can't destroy
this beautiful rose of unspeakable joy.

If God could change hist'ry, if God made it so,
I'd treat her much diff'rent and clearly would know
that God's grace is priceless and made for such love
for all still in waiting and not there above.
Because she's not with me, there isn't a cure,
so pain grows beyond all that I can endure.
I'm sorry I hurt you and this I must share -
while Heaven awaits you, you're in ev'ry prayer.

So love still continues to bloom like the rose -
for roses are lovely as everyone knows.
My heart strings keep humming like strumming guitar.
She's perfect as nature and finer by far -
than rose most exquisite, than rose without thorn,
than crisp, cooling air near a lake in the morn,
than cottony clouds floating high with great ease,
than soft meadow grasses.  She is more than these.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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July 7, 2018

My Cheap & Paltry Skies 7-7-18


While I was thinking I was good,
in church while singing hymn -
my Lord was getting tortured so,
as they were whipping Him.

While boss was just not being fair
and I held righteous wrath -
my precious Lord lugged heavy cross
barefoot on stony path.

While I was wishing for a house
and dreaming how it'd be -
my Lord was tied and nailed tight
to hard and rugged tree.

While I stared at the deep blue sea
then wanted boat instead -
my Lord endured more agony
by thorns forced on His head.

While I had found a car for sale,
a nice and perfect ride -
my Lord cried out in gruesome pain
long hours before He died.

While in anticipated dreams,
a playoff game begins.
My Lord, though, wasn't in the game,
but took away my sins.

While I was taking selfies here
and holding high, my phone -
the people thought they buried Him
behind one heavy stone.

I'm now regretting sinful ways,
collapsing in my cries.
My Lord has paid and rose above
my cheap and paltry skies.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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July 1, 2018

Tell Me Why (2) 7-1-18


What charms my heart to butterflies?
What charms my heart to fly?
What charms my heart to loudly sing?
And can you tell me why?

What lures me to the water's edge?
What lures me to the lie?
What lures me to the ocean's depth?
And can you tell me why?

What makes a son do crazy things?
What makes a mom to die?
What makes a father distant so?
And can you tell me why?

What draws me to the pastures green?
What draws me to the sky?
What draws me to His loving arms?
And can you tell me why?

What drives my soul to worship Him?
What drives my eyes to cry?
What drives my love to do His will?
Please, can you tell me why?

What pulls my thoughts to greater thoughts?
What pulls emotions nigh?
What pulls my soul so Heavenward?
Now can you tell me why?

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