Friday, September 28, 2018

Proud To Follow 9-28-18


Some are quite embarrassed when
their pride gets in the way.
They can't defend a hero who
is still brushed off today.

So tell me, what is wrong with Him,
...a Man who healed the blind?
...a Man who healed a withered hand?
...a Man who was so kind?

I'm proud to be a follower
of He who loved so much,
of He who sacrificed for me -
whose hands I'll one day touch.

I'll hold those strong and loving hands
when I am rid of earth -
for He has given me new life
through this, my second birth.

He died so I might live again
and never more in sin.
That's right.  A new creation here.
I have been 'born again'!

So go ahead, if that's your wish -
just joke and laugh and sneer -
but I know where I'm headed now.
I'm getting out of here!

I gave my life to Jesus, all -
escaping sin's great chain.
I'm free as I could ever be.
In Him I will remain.

Though at times this world is harsh,
I sing when life is grim.
I'm thankful that He saved my soul
and proud to follow Him!

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, September 22, 2018

That Special Boy 9-22-18


This poem's for that little boy
who I met in the store;
just helping grandma groc'ry shop
as he had done before.

This poem's for that patient boy.
While we began to chat;
attentively he listened too.
I was impressed with that.

This poem's for that quiet boy -
a little hard to gauge;
polite and rev'rent standing there,
mature for his young age.

This poem's for that humble boy
who's good and never sways,
who knows what's right and knows what's wrong,
who faithfully obeys.

This poem's for that precious boy
who grandma deeply loves;
there standing by her wheelchair
who she was speaking of.

This poem's for that pauper boy
whose grandma nodded "yes" -
when offered I, a loving sum.
She smiled and said "God bless".

This poem's for that speechless boy.
I turned to walk away
before the tears flowed from my eyes.
Then I began to pray.

This poem's for that special boy
I'll never see again;
but faithfully still pray for him...
before I say "Amen".

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, September 16, 2018

It's Irrefutable! 9-16-18


I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but I'm a rose unopened
and just a bud, I am.
So therefore, you're loved more than me
'cause I'm not beautiful.
It's so unfair, unfair to me!
It's irrefutable!
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I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb.
But now you see me open.
So beautiful, I am.
It is quite fair, quite fair to me
'cause I am beautiful.
Now I am loved much more than you.
It's irrefutable!
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I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but now I'm old and wilted,
ugly again, I am.
It's so unfair, unfair to me
'cause I'm not beautiful.
Once more you're loved much more than me!
It's irrefutable!
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I may be very quiet
and gentler than a lamb -
but I'm a rose that's guilty.
Repenting now, I am.
It's so unfair, unfair to God.
It's He who's beautiful!
For I'm the one who blamed my God!
It's irrefutable!

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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