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February 16, 2006

TRUTH 2-16-06


What is truth, what is a lie?
Well truth is one, but lies pile high.
They pile up without a base,
and topple o'er without a trace.

Truth is full, and all complete -
not part or half; but both halves meet.
And we must live by truth alone -
the perfect pitch, the perfect tone.

Myths and lies are never rare,
we find them here and everywhere.
Don't be deceived or be naive,
when truth is tied, twisted, weaved,

Some eat them up, a million words -
scream opinions, strut like birds.
Tragedies come, when kids are taught,
and get ideas, from slanted thought.

Lies will die, like wilted wheat;
and truth is fact, not obsolete.
When to the sky the weeds can reach,
be careful now just what you teach.

Amendment one, allows free speech,
responsibility though, we must not breech.
And only teach - our thirsty youth,
perfect, simple, unbridled truth.

History's fact. It doesn't live.
It doesn't take. It doesn't give.
And it proclaims to everyone -
that it's over - done, done, done.

All truth is built on nothing less,
than fact alone - It's not a guess.
It stands alone - a priceless vase,
without a flaw - to rest its case.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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The Perfect Man 2-16-06

Joe is perfect.
He wakes up just before the alarm goes off.
He shaves with the perfect razor,
brushes his teeth with the perfect toothpaste, flosses,
takes a shower, combs his hair and holds it with perfect hair spray.
He puts on his perfect suit, his perfect tie, and his perfect shoes.
After his perfect breakfast,
he pats his perfect kids on their heads
and kisses his perfect wife goodbye.
He gets in his perfect car
and backs out his perfect driveway
past his perfectly groomed lawn.
He gets to his perfect job
and performs his work perfectly.

No.
Did you really believe that? Nothing is perfect - despite the appearance.
If you really knew Joe,
you'd find many imperfect circumstances in his life.
And, you'd observe that he isn't perfect either.
Not in the least -
especially on the inside.

And just like Joe, another man woke up -
but with confused friends.
He didn't use perfect toothpaste or perfect hair spray.
He had no suit - much less a perfect one.
He had no perfect wife or kids.
He had no perfect vehicle.
He had no perfect home.
His work didn't pay much.
He didn't have perfect friends.
He did have some perfect enemies, though.
In fact, one day, He was beaten with a whip.
Later that day He died.
He was hung from an imperfect tree
with imperfect nails
and an imperfect crown -
not at all fitting for a perfect Man.

Why?

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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White Is White 2-16-06


When I was just a little child
so very long ago,
My grandpa called me over close.
He often told me "No!"

But this time it was diff'rent as
he held my little hand,
He just said "wrong is black",
one day I'd understand.

So now that I am old and wise,
I know just what he meant;
That truth is never black or gray,
that truth is never bent.

Truth is nothing more or less
than what is in God's plan.
And doesn't add a single breath
to lives of mortal man.

And sometimes it seems difficult
to do what's always right;
When everyone is hurried and
so blinded by the night.

But when the soft sweet whisper comes
from Father up above,
We'd better heed the warning from
the Man who’s full of love.

If living, we, just one "white" lie,
our lives are black as coal,
so better make things right before
they drop us in the hole.

For lies are nothing more than sin's
black darkness in the night,
but sunshine kills the darkness and
regains our Christian sight.

Black is black and white is white.
There is no in-between.
And as it was with grandpa there,
it won't go sight-unseen.

It's God alone, who knows what’s best.
His plan we must obey.
So follow in His footsteps. Do
what's white, not black or gray.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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What If? 2-16-06


What if, by chance, the sun didn't rise,
the moon didn't shine, one dozen was nine?
What if, by chance, streams didn't flow,
the wind didn't blow, and we didn't grow?

What if, by chance, birds didn't fly,
fish didn't fry, and we didn't cry?
What if, by chance, we couldn't see,
we couldn't agree, and we weren't free?

What if, by chance, a few were a lot,
ice was too hot, but fire was not?
What if, by chance, a dollar's a dime,
colors were time, and lies were sublime?

What if, by chance, the horizon was near,
a day was a year, and front was the rear?
What if, by chance, kindness was crime,
soapsuds were grime, and talking was mime?

Then that, for sure would be day in the night,
and wrong in the right, and peace in a fight.
Yes, we do have a right to our opinion -
but truth will always prove if it's right.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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February 12, 2006

The Greater 2-12-06


Just look at me now. If you want, you can stare.
And tell the whole world. But I really don't care.
Wrinkle your eyebrows and look down your nose,
And practice that jeer as you straighten your clothes.

We all know by now - it's a very, old song;
That you're always right - and I'm always wrong,
While the speck in my eye is driving me crazy,
The log in your eye has become downright lazy.

I know I'm not perfect - for only One is,
But it doesn't matter. I know that I'm His.
There's only one difference between you and me -
For you're still in prison, and I was set free!

You can yell, you can scream, you can beat me to death,
But I'll keep on saying until my very last breath;
"Don't look at me - then judge my Creator,
For I am the lesser and He is the Greater."

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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January 31, 2006

Who Is This Man Really? 1-31-06

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Long ago, I met someone
who bent my eager ears.
He displayed the widest smile
and held me captive many years.

His words seemed very humble,
a pleasant, healing sound,
so he was followed closely by
this unsuspecting hound.

He wore the newest clothes
and stories he could tell!
He seemed to be familiar and
I thought I knew him well.

I did see all his actions
and followed in his thought.
I sometimes noticed dancing
in all his wayward talk.

So as he seemed to sparkle,
brighter than his youth,
I finally asked the question,
"Was he a lie or was he truth?"

The man I met was not so good -
although at times was fun,
but he surely wasn't really me
I hid the real one...

Was I just an empty suit,
a giant human fake?
If that were true, I'd have to be
the greatest grand mistake.

As it is with all of us -
throughout the human race,
the man we must address some day
resides behind our face.

You might think insignificant -
and maybe somewhat odd -
but one day soon the real you -
will step before our God.

For only truth will win for sure
when all is said and done,
a casket will not close on two -
but on the real one.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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December 30, 2005

BEHOLD! 12-30-05


All was still - and all was silent, pre dawn's dark was as a death.
In my walk I mumbled harshly, under each and every breath.
As I strolled along the pathway, stopping here and there to rest,
not a bird had started singing from inside their comfy nest.

Flowers bloom was ever hiding, from the darkness and its bath.
There was not a single color, from along my darkened path.
Then above the great horizon, sprang a special sort of hue,
as the dawn of day approached, and the sky began to blue.

As one bird began it’s singing, from behind its hidden nest,
a chorus grew in sounds behind the one that sang the best.
Lights turned on in several houses. Many lives began to buzz.
They ran around in circles, why? I guess - was just because...

Brightness chased away the darkness - began to show beyond the blue,
pushing light up ever higher on a world without a clue.
As my walk continued forward - busy ones, their beds would make.
A baby cried out in the distance - many roads, they all would take.

Then the round orange glow of sunshine began it’s mighty crest.
Colors shone in light around it - was like Heaven's colored vest.
Along the path, the flowers opened, revealing one big merry fest.
Colors bloomed in all their brilliance. I became their special guest.

Brightness poured then - all about me, and God showed His special Son.
The Light of truth was just too bright - oh, my God - what had I done?
Then I turned my eyes to Heaven - saw the Son who had to pay,
and behold, that dawning sunshine, shone so bright on me that day!

All is still and all is silent. There is no yesterday.
In my walk - I praise Him softly - as I go my merry way.
Life grows so, so very special, as the years all come and go,
as His Son, in all His brilliance, passes on His very glow.

©2005 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Psalm 16:11 (NASB)
11You will make known to me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.

December 28, 2005

Everything is Possible! 12-28-05

How can I define a tune, to all the deaf on earth?
Or find the nearest ocean, and walk its total girth?
Or explain a rainbow's color, to someone blind from birth?
Or begin to taste the smallest crumb of Gods tremendous worth?

Can I play ALL the instruments, and call myself a band?
Or count each and every grain, on a beach of endless sand?
Ah, paint a rainbow in the sky? I'll never understand,
But everything is possible, for a loving, nail-scarred hand.

God can shake the mountains, and throw them to the sea!
God can rule the wind to stop, or hurl it endlessly!
It's nothing for an awesome God, that used a simple tree,
And gave His Son - so we could live - with Him, eternally!

©2005 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Matthew 19:26 (NASB)
And looking at them Jesus said to them, "With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."

December 21, 2005

In Full Control 12-21-05


My knowledge is complete, with educated bliss,
and the only thing I'm missing is humbleness, I guess.
I stand tall with shoulders back - my pride is mine to feel!
My countenance shines bright! My arrogance is real!

I scaled the steepest mountain - and clasped my hands up high!
And then - as if it gloated, a cloud went floating by....
I sent across the ocean, a boat that ran full clip -
but then it kissed an iceberg, and sank the mighty ship.

Then in boastful bragging, I send a plane up high.
It isn’t my malfunction, when many hundred die.
I dive for buried treasure, in ocean's deepest depth,
but yet on solid footing, I sometimes lose my step.

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Don't pull us off our pedestals, there’s more, which we can do -
and don't tell the world that we're a fake - they haven't any clue!
Now hurricanes are mighty winds! How can we slow them down?
In fact, it's even hard to calm - a breeze from making sound.

Volcanoes? Those we cannot cap, nor stop hot lava's flow,
Do we look a bit dumbfounded now - lying here below?
An ocean's wave we cannot rule, and floods we'll never stop,
even though it's just plain water - each a tiny, little drop.

Earthquakes topple buildings. They change things in a day,
and then when it's all finished - there is nothing more to say.
Earthquakes, floods and hurricanes - they always seem to know -
that God is way above the earth. It’s us who’s here below.

©2005 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Isaiah 2:11 (NASB)
11The proud look of man will be abased And the loftiness of man will be humbled, And the LORD alone will be exalted in that day.

December 20, 2005

Sounds of a Snowflake 12-20-05


Shhh! Little children. Gather 'round,
Hear the raindrops falling down?
Watch and listen, hear the sound?
-That pitter, patter all around?

However, should the moisture freeze,
Before it falls into the breeze;
And blows around your little feet,
You'll never know which ones will meet.

Stand real still and do not meddle,
Can you hear the snowflakes settle?
No you can't - and why's it so?
Where does the sound of a snowflake go?

They gather here, they gather there,
Each one different - no matching pair.
They settle in - as a marching band,
Yet quietly, contour the land.

We're all like snowflakes, each our own,
Some are small - some overgrown.
Under a heavy blanket of snow,
You'll find me there - somewhere below....

I'm but just one of many more.
I’m helping hold - the upper floor.
Let others bask out in the sun,
Get tossed around in wind with fun.

For I may not be king or queen,
Always heard - and always seen.
It's all okay.... I am content,
The rest can fight and circumvent.

But if you know, just what you'll be,
It matters not to an angry sea;
Go if you want and make some noise,
But remember this, you girls and boys:

Some climb the biggest, highest tree,
And yell out orders breathlessly;
But in the end, it's not to be.
It's all a waste – futility!

It's not the din we make at birth,
That gives us special rights on earth;
It's not about the clothes we wear,
Or the gossip we might share.

It's not about the ground we tilled,
Nor all about the wealth we build;
It's really what you leave behind,
And whether you were fair and kind.

Eventually, the warm wind breaks,
And melts the coldest, biggest flakes;
They travel ditches - travel streams,
Travel creeks - with no more dreams.

Most will melt - in torrents roar,
And while they melt, they're wanting more;
It's really all, just up to you,
Who you'll be, and what you'll do.

But don't take Satan's awful blow,
When life is over and the rapids flow;
Screaming in anxious, helpless woe, because -
That's where the sounds of a snowflake go.

Did we exist? Will history show?
Who we were - or where we'd go?
It matters not, to me, you see,
For I have God - eternity.

Content and peaceful you will be,
-If you're a snowflake just like me.
Before I see that pearly gate,
It's me, who'll quietly evaporate.

©2005 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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James 4:14 (NASB)
14Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.