"I want to thank all those who come from around the world and read the poetry that God has inspired me with to make the world a more pleasant and peaceful place. This site shall always be totally free for everyone with no tracking, pop-up ads & videos or other distractions." ~louis gander

June 6, 2019

His Eyes 6-6-19


The multitude
was not subdued
with Jesus on display.
So I pushed near,
to better hear
what they all had to say.

It was his task
that Pilate ask,
Are You King of the Jews?
With Jesus mute
there was dispute
and so the crowd would choose.

Barabbas won,
so on the run
good Peter tried to hide.
The time was grim
when asked of him,
but three times he denied.

Now at the cross
was greater loss
with torture and with pain.
From crown of thorn
to nails and scorn,
would someone please explain?

Though not His fault,
they would not halt.
Was this unstoppable?
I called His name
so I could blame
the one responsible.

Above the din
I asked again,
"Oh, whose sin it could be?"
Through blood and sweat
I won't forget
when His eyes turned to me.

©2019 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

---

So then, of course,
in full remorse
confessed my ev'ry sin.
Through sacrifice
He paid my price
and now I'm born again!

-------

May 11, 2019

Like Humble Cloud 5-11-19


From breezes in the summer heat,
I saw the ripples swell, retreat.
Framed in by lily pad and reed
it bragged a pretty sight indeed.

I gazed upon reflection's scene
and never questioned what I'd seen.
On water's face, a cloud of white
would bend and twist as in a fight.

In clear reflection on the lake
I saw that cloud.  It wasn't fake.
And with my eyes, I had believed.
But I was wrong.  I was deceived.

Reflection's great deceptions are
mere perceptions, fake, bizarre.
I never saw a single cloud
'cept what reflection had allowed.

As I stared down at water's edge,
there was no cloud there, I alleged.
Then I looked up in reverence
and found the real evidence.

Deceived?  Oh yes!  I felt alone,
so in a rage threw heavy stone.
I saw that stone and water crash.
It killed reflection with a splash!

Do not look down.  It isn't right
to be deceived by pretty sight.
Deception's lie?  You're all alone.
No!  Make a splash with heavy stone.

I now see God a diff'rent way
when I see nature day to day.
Instead of lie's reflection here,
I now look up and see it clear.

And clearly seen, it seems unfair
that there's no boast or bragging there.
That cloud continued 'cross the sky.
It knew not where, nor how, nor why.

As God created it to be,
it simply was- as you and me.
It floated by in slow decrease
and humbly faded off in peace.

In quiet peace as it's allowed,
I'll always live like humble cloud.
I hover o'er deception's waves
and see each splash as Jesus saves.

Reflections you can always see,
but in His image, I will be -
that humble cloud, that real thing,
up here with God, my Lord and King.

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

April 17, 2019

A Quiet Little Lamb 4-17-19


I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,
I'm just a quiet little lamb.
I speak for other lambs like me
who we don't hear and we don't see.

So many tortured and abused,
some aborted or simply used.
We all are lost among the tall
behind the shadow's darkened wall.

We're lost in thickets sharp with thorns,
with those tall demons without horns.
They say, "Please smile and go to bed"
but tears run down my cheeks instead.

From other lambs with reddened eyes,
I hear more screams and hear their cries.
A Shepherd passed the goat and ram
and in a thicket, found this lamb.

I pray, "Dear Jesus, help the lost.
the least of these who pay the cost.
Among the thickets, you will find
more lambs like me.  You are so kind.

I'm thankful, Lord, you hear and see
and know there's many more like me.
Please stop the tall who have become
the demons for each little one.

I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,
I'm just a quiet little lamb.
I speak for other lambs like me
who we don't hear and we don't see.

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

March 23, 2019

Understand the Ties 3-23-19


When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,
how often do we think of them and understand the ties?

A mere "thank you" is not enough, nor is a pretty card -
and smiles and hugs?  They too fall short as inch does to a yard.

When someone acts unselfishly and goes the extra mile,
so priceless are the friendships of the loyal caring smile.

And also true, when life surrenders full and total loss,
that everything falls ever short when viewing full, the cross.

When someone dies for what we've done, it's something to behold.
His precious, loving, selfless act is worth much more than gold.

When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,
how often do we think of Christ and understand the ties?

©2019 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

February 23, 2019

Through Winds in Chime 2-23-19


Through life's tough test I did my best.
Some thought it odd I followed God,
but in His footsteps I found joy.

Please don't destroy, but do employ
the love of Christ and sacrifice -
for one day you will follow me.

In my steps be, just wait and see.
Your times are cast in ages past
in places that no longer thrill.

For it's God's will that waters still,
as deaths relate to Heaven's gate.
The case for all here by and by.

So do not cry or say good-bye.
For Heaven lives and Heaven gives!
So wonderful!  Believe me now.

There is no cow, nor ox nor sow.
No money lend, no work or end
and God's not penned His final rhyme.

For there's no time through winds in chime
o'er meadows green, where it's serene,
at that great place I've come to rest.
---
Through life's tough test, I did my best.
Some thought it odd I followed God,
but in His footsteps I found joy.

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
-------

February 2, 2019

The Filthy Man 2-2-19


I was the only usher here
inside our little church.
The sermon was just starting and
for truth, we'd always search.

Now everything was normal there
right up to and until,
the door creaked slowly open and
we all grew very still.

In pastor's long mid-sentence, the
strange silence first began,
for standing in the doorway was
a poor and filthy man.

Appeared, he did, atrocious there
and homeless quite awhile,
with clothes severely tattered, but
I staged a phony smile.

Now everyone had noticed him -
and not just quite a few.
so ushered him, I quickly to,
the end of nearest pew.

As if there were a final drop
of coffee in each cup,
all heads were tipped a-way, way back
with noses sticking up.

Now pride was quite a problem back
since Adam and since Eve
and even today's Christians who
may claim that they believe.

Continued then, the pastor did
and when was said and done,
we wanted to leave quickly but
the nervousness begun.

It happened, as you may have guessed,
the filthy man had stood.
He then walked down the empty aisle.
It didn't look too good.

Each member there stood silent and
embarrassed, froze, aghast -
for all eyes were upon him as
the filthy man walked past.

Not knowing what to expect next
with pastor silent too,
all time came to a stand still as
he walked past ev'ry pew.

Right to the front of church he walked
when there he seemed to freeze.
A moment later just collapsed...
right down on dirty knees.

The congregation was so stunned
as he confessed it all.
His prayer was for repentance and
to God we heard him call.

Now no one spoke and no one moved
until a small girl came -
and knelt down right beside him there.
Then all was not the same.

An old man also quickly came
and asked forgiveness too.
And even I came to the front
with others just like you.

Now maybe love had tugged our hearts,
or it was by design -
but seen, a single dry eye?  No,
and those included mine.

It wasn't long before we all -
the children, women, men -
all us who held our noses high,
became humbled again.

It took a poor and filthy man
to open up our eyes
and wash our filthy hearts again
with humble, humble cries.

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

January 19, 2019

My Tears Numbered More 1-19-19


A hard worker, I was, with zig and with zag,
but God said that my work was one filthy rag.

I said, "I'm a self-made multi-millionaire."
But God said, "You're prideful and I do not care."

I argued, "I poured my whole life into this."
But God then responded, "What life did you miss?"

I said, "I deserve my most hard-earned reward.'
But God said, "I'll give you a cross like your Lord."

I cried, "You can't do that!  I'll commit suicide!"
But God said, "I know that.  You once almost died."

Screamed I, "Seven properties!  It just isn't fair!"
But God whispered gently, "I still do not care."

I cried in my pity.  My tears hit the floor.
But God answered kindly, "I promise you more."

They've stolen my hard work and all of my years!"
I pointed in anger, "See my pool of tears?"

He knocked on my heart's door.  I said, "Go away."
But God kept on knocking... yes, day after day.

I fell to my knees in emotional stress.
But God reassured me, "It's you I will bless."

"Just how will you bless me?" I asked selfishly.
And God answered softly, "Come here close to me."

I got up but I just stood stubbornly there.
God simply responded, "Life never is fair."

I said, "I can hear you.  What next?" I had sighed.
Then God again answered, "Come here to my side."

Not sure of His motives, I came to Him then.
He held me.  He loved me.  I cried once again.

"I confess, I repent, I now understand you."
Then God said, "Forgiven.  Now here's what you do."

I listened intently now free of all sin.
The vine was quite diff'rent.  He grafted me in!

My job was to bear fruit, the best that I could.
There were abused children and help them, I would.

My elders, my neighbors, the sick needed care.
The years were before me.  Good friends I made there.

Once filled up with money, my heart nearly froze.
Now I'm loving others, my warmth overflows.

Remember, my God, when I acted as child?
You guided and taught me to be meek and mild.

I'm sorry, my God, when my tears filled the floor.
Then God said, "Don't worry.  My tears numbered more."
---
No matter how heavy our tears today flow,
our God's love is greater than we'll ever know. ~louis gander

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

January 2, 2019

In Language Seldom Heard 1-2-19


Near foot high grass on contoured lands
on winding stream where timber stands,
I longed to be on nature's sod
where furry ones and pilgrims trod.
While sitting there within my dream
on boulder overlooking stream,
I dreamt of living in the wood,
of peace and hopes among the good.

A little fish had caught my eye.
I asked of it, "Please tell me why...
why do you seem so content
without the shelter of a tent?"
It simply made a little splash
and said, "I don't need home or cash.
I am content when water's clean.
I don't need man to intervene".

A little fawn on nearby path
was soaking in a sunlit bath.
I held my breath and held my thrill,
as I sat there so quiet, still.
It's soft tan fur just begged a touch
but me, it didn't care for much.
It jumped off quick around a tree.
Where it had gone, I couldn't see.

I heard a nearby sparrow sing.
It wasn't rich and wasn't king.
But it enjoyed its outdoor space
away from man and human race.
Now it was happy, that I knew,
but when I sang, it quickly flew.
I knew that it would be alright
and watched 'til it was out of sight.

I wondered what would happen next,
what I could write within my text.
I felt the breeze and breathed it in,
then heard all nature's prayer begin.
It was in language seldom heard
from fish or beast or even bird,
yet nature praised the God above
with all its beauty, all its love.

Black city streets are not for me.
The stink, the noise should never be.
Encroaching here upon this scene
are man-made things grossly obscene.
They're out of sync and out of place.
It's just not right, a huge disgrace.
God gave this beauty to the man
and has for us a greater plan.

Our God will bless if we've obeyed,
so please protect what He has made.
All this is God's and that is fine.
It isn't yours and isn't mine.
Creation spoke to me in wood
in lovely word now understood.
Still, I fell short when I replied.
In faded echoes my words died.

©2019 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

December 22, 2018

Gifts 12-22-18


The gift of life.  The gift of air.
The gift of mother's loving care.

The gift of water I can drink.
The gift of mind so I can think.

The gift of sweet and sour taste.
The gift of food that fuels my haste.

The gift of beauty from the rose.
 The gift of fragrance as it grows.

The gift of hearing with my ears.
The gift of feeling through my tears.

The gift of fingertips and touch.
The gift of hugs that matter much.

The gift of singing fav'rite songs.
The gift of healing all my wrongs.

The gift of knowing Jesus Christ.
The gift of grace, so overpriced.

The gift of marriage- man and wife.
The gift of everlasting life.

These gifts of love are on display,
these gifts of God from day to day.

These gifts abundant, always near,
these gifts of God from year to year.

©2018 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

December 8, 2018

Unequaled Thrill 12-8-18


A placid picture about God, a poet cannot pen.
For who can comprehend it all?  Not selfish, sinful men!

If only eyes could see the truth.  If only ears could hear...
but noise of earthly living seem to make mere words unclear.

Incessant, louder beating drums in earphones is not peace -
and rancid words corrupting minds just seems to never cease.

While sinful men ignore God's words in heart and soul and mind,
the Judge of all the universe is patient, loving, kind.

So grasp your pen with loving thoughts and set your glass aside,
then write to your heart's full content until you're satisfied.

We may not be a preacher that the sinners come to see,
but by our words, through loving hearts, we might a teacher be.

We will not know where our words go, but I can only say -
that if we do not write the words then they aren't on display.

So pen a placid picture on your clear and empty page,
so people see your humble gift that only God can gauge.

Just give all glory unto God and let Him do His will
and may all sinners wake one day to that unequaled thrill.

©2018 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------