Clumps Of Clay 8-31-07

If in Creation we were found,

up with the wind, dust from the ground;

If not our name - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His image we are formed,

ate from a tree, we were forewarned;

If not our heart - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His hands we take our shape,

and from His hands, there's no escape;

If not our face - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His hands He holds us up,

and from His image, forms a cup;

If not for grace - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His grace, we sit unused,

and on a shelf, are still accused;

If not for faith - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His armor, we go out,

and prove our faith, beyond all doubt;

If not good works - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If with our souls, these clumps of clay,

just sit around day after day;

If not through prayer - WHAT could it be -

that makes you, you and makes me, me?

It's from His Son and from His breath,

we now have life instead of death.

"WHAT's" not the answer. Now you see,

“WHO” makes you, you - and makes me, me....

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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God’s Answer 8-9-07

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When clouds dump the skies to soak all mankind,
Do You understand?
When fog fills the valley and fills up the mind,
Do You understand?

When my child denies me and calls me insane,
Do You understand?
When my spouse rejects me and won't hear my name,
Do You understand?

Year after year after year after year....
Do You understand?
I am in turmoil. Please, can't You hear?
Do You understand?

The whole world disdains me. They call me a fake.
Don't You understand?
“Remember who crucified Me. Make no mistake.
I do understand.”

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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If All The World Were Christian 8-4-07

Just imagine a world without theft, keys, burglar alarms or guns....

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

you could walk down any street and wouldn't feel afraid.

And if someone were stranded, you'd lend a helping hand,

because without a single crime, all's safe on sea and land.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

you could travel anyplace and give your neighbor aid.

And if someone were hurting, you'd know just what to do,

because without a greedy soul, you'd see your neighbors through.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

you wouldn't be so selfish but honest in your trade.

And if someone were happy, you'd be right by their side,

because if you're a Christian, your smile's a mile wide.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

you could hear a child cry while other children played.

And if some child should hunger, you'd bring them milk and bread,

because if you're a Christian, there's joy when they are fed.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

you would know each day's a gift. The days will never fade.

And if someone were thirsty, you'd give sufficient drink,

because if you're a Christian, God’s wisdom makes us think.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

there would never be a war. No nation would invade.

And if someone should hurt you, you'd show him Godly love,

because if you're a Christian, your strength's from God above.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

we would not feel guilty but know our sins are paid.

And if by some small, tiny chance - we all could live on truths,

this world would be a better place, with "pleases" and "thank you's".

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,

we would not feel weary, but rest in Heaven's shade.

Then on our deathbed we'd be laid - on satin sheets so soft,

and all would look upon our shell - as our spirits soar aloft.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Be Like Him 7-2-07

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THIS dungeon's filled with bones
that roll and crush beneath my feet -
I'm shoved one way and then another,
with no place to retreat.

Shackles bind my hands and feet
so tightly to my skin,
Abrasions, cuts and bruises send
the sharpest pain down in.

I was chained to selfish lusts -
my greed, my wants, my toys,
With ever constant groaning heard
from sins persistent noise.

With dying souls everywhere -
I find no firm foundation,
And stumbling over lies, deceit -
I fell into temptation.

I try to find some elbow space -
in anger push and shove,
Among the evil sinners here
who hold no thread of love.

Our pride surpasses everyone
and starts another fight,
To seize another's elbow space
in this dark world of blight.

Sin implants deception -
then all darkness covers me.
It's cold and damp with stench so ripe
my burning eyes can't see.

It burns my skin and nostrils.
I can no longer cope -
But I am froze in time right here
without one shred of hope.

My ears hear death throughout the day.
There's not one ray of light.
The piercing screams continue on
throughout the endless night.

The serpents’ small deception came.
For a moment I agreed,
Now locked in sinful pestilence
through all eternity.

YET love is like the rolling sea -
beyond all, you can't see -
Pouring waves of constant love -
that roll in endlessly.

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Love is like the bluest sky
God made in perfect hue -
Sunlight exposing beauty too -
and sunsets all for you.

God is love - Heaven's footing.
So picture if you will,
Waves of blessings rolling in.
Eternity's to fill.

God will freely give to you -
His bountiful supplies,
Because of God's most precious grace –
just find His loving eyes.

Away from all the guilt and hate -
away from gun and knife,
Heaven's purpose - vast, complete,
can give to you new life.

God's blessed you , oh, so very much.
I bet it's quite a chore -
Receiving keys to Heaven's gates
without you bringing more...

Our neighbors never went with us
to Church or Sunday School.
Hiding all God's grace from them
is selfish and is cruel.

People all around you are
so blind, they cannot see -
They're chained to Satan's sinfulness
like dirty, filthy me.

When will someone go without
and get up off their pew,
And go in love's humility?
The time is overdue.

You have a chance to save a soul.
I ask you – don’t delay,
So what can you accomplish now?
What is your job today?

Many have already died –
vast others just like me,
Who can't escape the sinful chains.
We cannot get that key.

How can they call on the One -
in whom they've not believed?
How can they believe in One
whose word they've not received?

How can they hear without your work,
preaching that event?
And how can you preach to them
unless you have been sent?

Can you hear our voices still?
Pains echo from the hills.
Rescue them from Satan's lies -
vast numbers he still kills.

They’re still chained in darkness now.
In sin, they have no clue.
They’re waiting there for you to come.
God's love is up to you.

This world is very troubled.
This world is very grim.
Jesus Christ taught others.
Shouldn't Christians be like Him?

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Romans 10:14) How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? 15) And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"

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Wake Up Time 6-29-07

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Wake up time must come so open up. Your mind is closed.

And take some time to ponder this - that truth might be exposed.

There's more to life than selfishness and satisfying greed.

It's all about the real love and the world's real need.

We are no longer serious. This nation is no more -

unless we understand the hate that takes us off to war.

The truth of our foundation crumbles into great disguise,

entrapping us beneath its weight from small, deceptive lies.

Time is so deceptive when we're young and somewhat foolish.

We want the world to wait on us - fulfilling every wish.

There are more important things than to look upon our self -

so take a moment, read these poems and set those on the shelf.

This world seems to think that making light of God is funny -

parties, joking, swearing, and making lots of money.

The silver Christ collected wasn't used to comfort Him,

but rather used for others when their lives were looking grim.

He healed many people on His journeys through the land,

once with just some dust inside His loving, healing hand.

He calmed the storms, stilled the waves when even ships would toss,

but He never hurt a single soul - even dying on the cross.

Is that not amazing? After all we did to Him?

That he would never harm us now despite our lives of sin?

Why are ten commandments hidden from our very school,

and distancing ourselves from them is seen as somewhat cool?

What is wrong with 'Do not worship any other gods but Me'?

Satanic hate brings guns to school so innocent must flee.

God is love. He is not hate. Is Jesus not the proof?

Protect our children from the hate. Don't let lies run aloof.

What is wrong with 'honoring' and 'rejecting false objects'?

What is wrong with 'do not steal' and 'respect the other sex'?

What is wrong with 'do not murder' and 'do not lie or steal'?

Are these things so terribly wrong? Will this nation ever heal?

So why do we still hate God so and what's our real need?

And why are we the same today - with anger, hate and greed?

Showing off to other people is embarrassing at best.

Popularity or friendships aren't from beating on our chest.

What happened to Victorian times with people dressing proper,

instead of showing everything with skin that's tanned like copper?

The outside doesn't matter - all the jewelry and the fluff,

our hair, our face, the clothes we wear and other fancy stuff.

Freedom from religion puts man under lock and key -

enslaving us to dungeons' chains in deaths dark misery.

Freedom of religion brings true love and makes us free,

it's then the world will find true peace and freedoms victory.

Hollywood discriminates on status, name and skin,

but really what should matter most is what's down deep within.

We cannot focus on ourselves - but Jesus' perfect love,

and bring back peace to conquer war through strength from up above

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Strength Through Love 6-28-07

There is no love in sin.

There is no sin in love.

Sin is like a vulture, but.

love, like the snow-white dove.

If anyone thinks that they can hide a little sin inside,

They hate our God in Heaven and mock our Lord who died.

Don't look at me to judge my God for only God's correct.

Just look inside and search yourself for something to perfect.

Sin's author is deceptive.

Sin is anger, death and hate.

But do not hate the person -

just save him from its bait.

Love forgives, forgives, forgives,

It's patient and it's kind.

Love loves the person,

But hates what kills mankind.

There's no love in vultures.

They aren't in Heaven above.

We must be totally humbled,

to gain God's strength, through love.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Arms Still Open Wide 6-26-07

In this world of greed and hate, where sin and love collide;
God reveals man's pestilence with arms still open wide.

Little children, come to Him. In Him you can abide;
He calls to you, He loves you - with arms still open wide.

Men and women, come to Him. Put all your work aside;
He calls to you and comforts - with arms still open wide.

Since our birth we've all denied - so come to His dear side;
God is love, He will provide - with arms still open wide.

Listen, sinner, hear His voice, "Forgive them," Jesus cried;
For on that cross He held your nails - with arms still open wide.

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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An Old, Odd Nail 6-26-07

A nail holds most anything, above foundation's stone.
The hammer hits the flattest end and drives the sharp end home.

If the nail isn't hard, it's purpose is unsure,
When on it's head it's hammered and bends beneath pressure.

Why must one end be so sharp, but the other very flat?
Must it be firm so it won't bend? Just think about all that.

The world is like the hammer, which drives the nail in -
through hands of a Carpenter who took our every sin.

A nail isn't any good, unless it's always buried;
in the hands of Christ Himself with blessings wide and varied.

Live like this old, odd nail - that doesn't break or bend,
under pressures of each day – in Jesus to the end.

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Psalm 108:1 [ A Song, a Psalm of David.]
My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul.

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Focus 6-19-07

God is love – please do understand.
God created and gave us His plan.
Adam and Eve received their supply,
but warned with one, if eaten, would die.
The serpent said, Now Eve, it's cool, -
so then they broke God’s only rule.
Found they were naked, felt guilty and odd,
put on coverings and hid from their God.

He threw them out to till their own soil,
and sin continues man's futile toil.
For sin holds no love. It's totally void,
of God's great creation so life is destroyed!
Sin has killed scores - millions and millions,
sent them to graves - soldiers, civilians,
Since the beginning, from man's lustful eye,
demanding a larger, big slice of the pie.

But in Heaven - there's no speck of sin,
and only God knows us all within.
God stands at our door and knocks.
But do we hide behind our locks?
God is love and sin is hate.
They can't be woven or conjugate.
We live on Earth, a precarious place,
Right in-between both Hell and Grace.

We know that "I" is the center of 'pride
and after we stumble, the center of 'tried'.
We climb on each other to get to the top,
and focused on self, we cannot stop.
'I' was born between 'S' and 'N',
right in the middle of the big word, 'sin'.
Only grace can pull out this 'I',
and slip it in 'faith' in loving reply.

Like Paul, I was lost and totally blind,
until I realized that God was so kind.
When I am focused on Him and not me,
it's then that His love sets me totally free....
I pray that you all can now understand,
why sin and wars encompass this land.
And why we covet, envy, and lust,
and why we all need God's love in us....

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www/ganderpoems.org/

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Reflection 6-12-07

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Feeling sad and lonely?

Do wrinkles own your face?

Does guilt still stalk your sinful past -

temptations big disgrace?

Focus on our Father as

He puts us in this place.

He knows what He is doing.

So faithful, His embrace.

Lets walk along together -

just imagine you and I,

strolling past His quiet stream -

below His rich, blue sky...

His grasses and flowers seem

to bow as we go by.

Along His stream

His huge trees stand -

leaves curtsy way up high.

God never changes. God never fails

in Heaven or here below.

All nature exposes God above,

today as long ago.

He opens all His beauty, since

the beginning, so we know -

and looking back down to His stream,

we’ll see His waters flow.

It trickles over rocks and stones

down to an open pass,

to a pond so still and tranquil -

that no man could surpass.

As a mirror proves all truth -

His sky, His trees, His grass -

there it all rests quietly,

this pond as smooth as glass.

Carefully lean over and

smile without a fuss.

Take a look at God's creation -

there's nothing to discuss....

Peer upon the water,

don't trust the two of us.

If our faith and love is strong,

our smile reflects Jesus.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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