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September 26, 2011

Searching? 9-3-11


Searching near and searching far,
but only for the things that are,
still searching...

Searching highs and searching lows,
but only where the world goes,
still searching...

Searching for a miracle,
but only in the physical,
still searching...

Searching life more wonderful,
but not a life more meaningful,
still searching...

Searching for the real things,
but only through life's sinful stings,
still searching...

Searching for a sacrifice,
but only at a cheaper price,
still searching...

Searching for it still today,
but only for the easy way,
still searching...

Searching leaven or unleavened,
but only selfishly for Heaven,
still searching...

Searching for His Holy ground,
searching always, never found,
still searching...

Searching? We can anyplace -
but only God still offers grace.
Stop searching.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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September 25, 2011

But Have I Loved? 9-25-11


Few are popular.
I am not.
Priorities really mean a lot.

I've read a book that was read by millions.
I've seen a painting that was seen by millions.
I've sung a hymn that was sung my millions...

...but have I loved?

For with LOVE comes sacrifice,
and with sacrifice comes much sorrow,
and with much sorrow comes many tears,
and with many tears comes vast emptiness,
and with vast emptiness comes more agony,
and with more agony comes horrid pain,
and with horrid pain comes suffering, 
and with suffering comes a cross.
A cross that PROVES love.

PROOF through an only begotten Son -
who sacrificed,
who forgave, 
who died,
who rose again,
who loves me more than ever,
who wants me to experience just one short inch in His sandals,
and take one faint breath on my humble cross,
so that I too, may also learn how to love.

I've not authored a book that was read by millions.
I've not painted a picture that was seen by millions.
I've not written a hymn that was sung my millions...

...but have I Loved?

Few are popular,
I am not.
Priorities really
mean a lot.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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1 Corinthians 13:13 (NASB)
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three;
but the greatest of these is love. 

September 21, 2011

Heather 9-21-11


The wedding went so perfect,
despite the plans and rush.
Her wedding gown, exquisite,
so elegant and plush.

Heather was so beautiful -
her hair, so perfect set.
And he, the perfect gentleman.
My thoughts... of when they met.

Each other, they respected.
They were the perfect pair.
And none could break these two apart -
each others lives they'd share.

They love each other deeply.
Their prayers ascend above -
Their children? Little angels!
And they have all my love.

...

But then my dream had shattered
as I lay in my bed.
I live not in a fairy tale -
but the real world instead.

My Heather had no children -
and that, I know because -
she wasn't ever married.
Her husband never was.

No, Heather had no wedding -
She never had a choice.
My Heather was aborted.
I never heard her voice.

So please allow my wisdom
for just a moment more -
I live with my decision -
a choice I so deplore.

This memory that I live with,
still pains me yet today.
A life that God created,
I chose to take away.

(this was not written in judgment of others but rather
written for the unborn babies who can still be saved)

 ©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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September 15, 2011

Too Many Flowers? 9-15-11


As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,
perfume and nose, we meet. 
I find myself among them as
they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.
My eyes saw every kind.
Now vivid colors capture me
like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.
I take a closer peek.
I find that every flower here
is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.
I'm torn at what I see.
I've stepped on many flowers and
they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,
no longer to be smelled,
no longer to be photographed,
no longer to be held. 

Again I spy a single one -
a trampled one instead.
I know that it will always be -
forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet
which trampled every kind -
Oh, how could I avoid them all -
with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?
Are those I trampled missed?
Are there too many babies?
Can we not coexist?

As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. ~Mother Teresa

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Genesis 1:1 (KJV)
"In the beginning, God created..." 


September 14, 2011

Pauper, King or I 9-14-11


From New York, Cairo or Beijing,
and whether pauper, me or king -
You can find us when we're lost -
and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -
for oh, so little faith, have I.
All jumbled with mistakes today,
I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -
their stomachs speak until their fed.
The servants jump when their king calls
as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -
but who can hear my words, but me?
I'm so confused and so resigned -
Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,
pray Your answers calm my fears.
I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,
I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -
that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.
My life is mixed up, a montage -
is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.
I need a special, loving hug.
Though even with a sincere kiss,
I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -
I really have no place to turn.
So stumble I, the narrow, straight,
until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,
and why You listened, I don't know -
for You have seen the way I live,
so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 3:16 (KJV)
For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

September 4, 2011

His Painting 9-5-11


Alone, the sun rises
over people unknown.
Although they ignore it,
its sunlight is thrown,
over the river and
through the faint fog,
like lone little flowers
on top a dead log,
growing so freely,
so gentle, so bright -
as God's great creation
is seen from His light.

Some hovering noises
seem somewhat bizarre,
trespassing nature
from places afar -
while God, the Great Artist
keeps painting His way -
another day passes
just like yesterday.
A bright colored sunset
surrounds a lone loon.
Reflected on water,
His bright crescent moon.

Now stars hold God's canvas
while brush strokes so grand,
paint wide vivid colors
with love's perfect hand.
And God - although we
cannot even imagine -
prepares us a place, in
His painting called 'Heaven'.
So things we see here
will seem dreary and gray,
compared to the next one
that'll blow us away!

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 14:2 (KJV)
In my Father's house are many mansions:
if it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.

August 18, 2011

Hands 8-18-11


Selfish hands and idle hands
are rotten to the core.
Loving hands and humble hands -
are needed even more.

Not famous hands or jealous hands -
but hands that do God's will.
Eager hands and fearless hands -
enduring hands as well.

Patient and obedient,
or busy as a bee -
clammy too or clumsy,
or unknown they may be.

Feeble hands or age old hands,
or hands that hug a lot -
rugged hands or wrinkled hands,
great many hands or not.

All hands on deck - please listen,
and every faithful hand -
as we go into this dark world
and visit every land.

Share the never failing hands -
His hands - as He prevails.
His hands, that carry us away,
are hands that held the nails.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Old Tattered Book 8-16-11


It always has been with me.
The Good Book, it is not.
My book is old and tattered,
and its been read a lot.

I'm very much familiar with
this ragged, weathered book -
I'll hide it not from you because,
I know you'll want to look.

My life is like an open book,
and here for all to see.
Interpret every facet there,
or read it differently.

Folks from different walks of life
have formulated ways -
to gather vast opinions and -
to scrutinize my days.

Now you may disagree with them,
or you might fall in line -
with those who do the gossiping,
and group me with the swine.

I see my 'dog-eared' corners,
the grime and stains throughout.
Forget, I would, some pages -
if I could tear them out -

because I'm very much ashamed
of sinful burdens there -
of sins that I cannot forget -
that Jesus had to bear.

And guilt, at times, still haunts me,
and though forgiveness cures,
I'm very glad you've read my book.
Now read a bit of yours.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 7:3 (NASB)
Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye,
 but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? 

August 14, 2011

Commonality 8-14-11


Everything in this whole world
has one great flaw in common.
Large, small, very light, or
heavier than a ton.

Some are solid, others not,
and some we hear a lot,
some are just a vision,
while others, cold or hot.

Coffee smells, alarm clocks,
computers, highway signs -
family, long vacations -
schedules, meetings, deadlines.

Tell me, what's in common here -
say, what could it be?
Cookie jars to fancy cars,
curved rainbows, scenery...

And there are many other things,
too numerous to list -
scary masks of Halloween,
to pretty morning mists.

Just ponder for a minute
the commonality -
and what effect these things have had
to others, you and me.

Just think for just a minute,
on all these things I list -
and all else you can think of -
and all else that I've missed...

So try, you just might find it -
if not, reread again -
for every thing is common here
for children, women, men.

Now if you have not found it yet,
the answer, if you care -
is that they steal attention and -
take time away from prayer...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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August 8, 2011

Tender Tears 8-8-11


Be positive and confident,
and joyous all the while -
and you can be a great success
while wearing your great smile.

Success will bring you riches,
such fun, excitement too -
so do not let this world slip by -
revolve it around you.

Oh, there will be some hurting -
a child without his dad -
and though he may shed many tears
don't let him make you sad.

Just keep on smiling broadly,
and remember, others can -
show their deep compassion.
Don't interrupt your plan.

There's way too many people -
and all, you cannot do -
and after all - it's when you smile,
the world will smile with you.

Spread laughter, joy into this world -
put smiles on all the poor -
and if you still feel guilty,
donate a little more.

Ignore the child crying,
ignore her ragged clothes,
ignore the troubles, not your own
for it is how life goes.

Crack a joke on your success,
and brag on all you gave.
Jest and smile and live it up!
Die laughing to the grave...

And then, when you see Jesus,
and your world disappears -
will you get Him to laugh with you
behind His tender tears? 

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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