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August 1, 2022

A Stubborn Lot 8-1-22


Can a penny buy a morsel of some dried unleavened bread?
Can a nickel have some meaning to apologies unsaid?

Can a dime hide a confession that we want to keep inside?
Can a quarter take the place of the regrets when we have lied?

Can a dollar buy a drop of love from someone we have pained?
Can a ten buy us full freedom, though it's we ourselves we've chained?

Can a hundred cover up our sins so we can't be enslaved?
Can a Million pay for all our sins so that we can then be saved?

Can a Billion buy a sliver from the cross where Jesus died?
Can a Trillion buy a seat in Heav'n so we can't be denied?

ALL the money in the world can't buy one SPECK of space
in Heaven where the God of Love bestows sufficient grace.

It's loving dedication and full faithfulness we owe.
Our money is so worthless - yet we idolize it so.

We are a spoiled people in our air conditioned cars.
We're over-entertained by our most fav'rite superstars.

We are a prideful people and we're such a stubborn lot -
but owe to Jesus EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING we've got.

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July 28, 2022

Outside the Gates 7-28-22

(Based on Luke 7:11-17)

So sick and dead - not in a trance,
nor by bad luck, nor by perchance.
With dying souls, our God awaits
before our graves outside the gates.

With rugged, jagged timbers crossed,
God's providence came with a cost -
where innocence had met pure guilt
through grace and love when blood was spilt.

And then, BEHOLD, I saw His skies,
for Christ had opened up my eyes
outside the gates with spirit dead,
where I met Christ and life instead.

With multitudes of people here -
the cries of mourning turned from tear -
for they had witnessed such a love
that they would long be speaking of...

©2022 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Luke 7:11-17 (KJV)

11 And it came to pass the day after, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people.

12 Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow: and much people of the city was with her.

13 And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not.

14 And he came and touched the bier: and they that bare him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise.

15 And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And he delivered him to his mother.

16 And there came a fear on all: and they glorified God, saying, That a great prophet is risen up among us; and, That God hath visited his people.

17 And this rumour of him went forth throughout all Judaea, and throughout all the region round about.



July 1, 2022

Your Spirit Lives 7-1-22


So you have problems you can't fix and no one seems to listen.
You can't fight back.  Things will not change and you're in bad position.
So where is God to fix these things that put you on your knees?
Just where is this amazing God who calmed the stormy seas?

This earth is not like Heaven, for Heaven's free of sin.
No matter how we live our lives, our problem's deep within.
Our likes, our wants, our needs and cravings put us in this fix.
No matter what our burdens are, they're like ton of bricks.

My body's having problems but I live within the Spirit
I stamp my feet and clap my hands and let the world hear it.
The body dies.  I can't live there and that I must accept.
I live a life within God's will and that is where I'm kept.

You cannot see the Spirit realm unless your eyes are closed.
You ears can't hear His still, small voice unless they're predisposed.
Do not seek God with earthly thoughts that tear you all apart.
If honestly you speak to Him, you'll find Him in your heart.

So close your eyes and see God's light and hear His still, small voice.
Then shut your ears to earthly sounds for that is all your choice.
Our spirit lives in Heaven's realm where beauty is most stunning -
where struggles end with peace within and everybody's loving.

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June 1, 2022

Vacation 6-1-22


I'm going on vacation soon, alone or so it seems.
I won't do any packing or going to extremes.

I will not need my wallet, for everything is free.
And I won't need my brand new phone, for there's so much to see.

I will not take a big jet plane or ride a fancy bus,
yet I'll be meeting my best Friend. There's so much to discuss.

And all will meet Him one fine day - not many, but a few.
I will not keep you in suspense, for you should know Him too.
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Now first I'll need to be in court.  It's all or nothing there.
My Friend will be there for me too.  I'll not be in despair.

His Father is the highest judge of anyone around.
And quietly, I will stand there, in awe without a sound.

My Friend is there to defend me.  My faith in Him is strong.
He sacrificed His everything.  His grace blots out all wrong.

For those, through faith, believeth Him, His grace pours from above.
The Judge will tap His gavel soft.  His countenance shows love.

AND THEN all Heaven will rejoice, in unison will sing-
as I enjoy this paradise, vast love and ev'rything.
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Though body soon will turn to dust as earth can clearly see,
don't shed a single tear for me.  I'm alive as I can be!

The masses run through widest gate.  The narrow allows few.
So many store up treasures here.  Is gate too small for you?

Possessions are not needed there- and yours won't leave this earth.
For God prepared a place for us alone with immense worth.

You, too, will see this paradise, at least I pray you do...
Yes, I'll be on vacation soon and I'll wait there for you.

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May 1, 2022

A Winning Poem 5-1-22



Sometimes my poem's a winner
but often times it's not.
And yet I spend a lot of time
to give it all I've got.

But one thing I will never do
because it's oh, so true.
I will not thank my hand because
God's hand is in it too.

No, never take the praise because
you write for God alone.
Take all your selfishness and pride
and clear your ev'ry bone.

Before you write, please thank the Lord.
Convey a sincere prayer,
that you will do your very best
and write with utmost care.

When you give God the glory first,
from the start to finish,
you'll receive His blessings so your
work will not diminish.

For we're around a world of sin
while He is up above.
So give Him full and total praise
and show Him all your love.

Use a thesaurus if you must
when you can't find the words.
Make your poem flow off tongues
with all your nouns and verbs.

Then go right back and pray again.
The poem's His, not yours.
And work it over perfectly
so poem long endures.

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April 2, 2022

But Should Have Been 4-2-22


They slept and slept with weary eyes
while Jesus prayed with teary eyes.
He prayed in earnest while they slept,
but answered faithful. He'd accept.
It wasn't me.

The night was looking mighty grim.
Then came, they, and arrested Him.
The charge was simple: blasphemy.
He didn't plead nor disagree.
It wasn't me.

And this is how the story goes:
They stripped Him of His humble clothes.
With bone-tipped violence He was whipped
and ev'ry time His skin was ripped.
It wasn't me.

It wasn't something He could toss.
He dropped that very heavy cross.
None could stop them, stop them now
as sweat poured off His heavy brow.
It wasn't me.

They mocked Him with a crown of thorns.
The hate, the words, the sword, the scorns.
It's hard to fathom these details,
then sore, He bore barbaric nails.
It wasn't me.

His sacrifice was perfect love
both here on earth and Heav'n above.
It could have been a total loss
but Christ, Himself, endured that cross.
It wasn't me.

God's solemn will would then prevail,
and tore from top to bottom, veil.
Yes, Christ was hung for my sins then.
It wasn't me... but should have been.

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March 1, 2022

He Too Was In-between 3-1-22


It isn't seen
when you're between
a hard place and a rock.
May be unfair.
Who put you there?
The time goes slow, tick tock.

Though you may shout
there's no way out.
It overwhelms the mind.
Yet on your own
it can't be known,
so answer, you must find.

Did you eclipse
relationships?
Or could it be your debt?
Was it your fault
or some assault?
You wish you could forget.

But here you are -
can't travel far -
for blocking you are sins.
If you stay here
in all your fear,
please tell me now, who wins?

So to escape
you must reshape
your mind.  Don't think it odd.
Won't help to fuss,
it's up to us
to call upon our God.

The answer's still
upon the hill
at our Lord's final task.
The answer's clear,
the answer's near,
if only we would ask.

God never fails.
Christ bore the nails.
Did Jesus intervene?
Because of grace
He took our place.
He, too, was in-between.

It takes a toll
on your poor soul
if you're too proud to pray.
So fold your hands
and understand
there comes a brighter day.

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February 16, 2022

Bright Twilight Summers 2-16-22


Betty is sad because friends will all tease her.
Jimmy is mad at his new 4th grade teacher.

Joseph is crying.  His allowance is paltry.
Ruth screams loud because her corn is too salty.

Mary's self centered, says her penniless spouse.
And David is sick of repairing his house.

John still simply envies his neighbor's new car
as Suzie complains that the store is too far.

But Katie has joy despite her bone cancer.
How she loves Jesus who holds ev'ry answer.

God hears those complaining when things don't go right,
but He loves His children content in their fight.

Whatever the challenge, whatever the test,
remember that Jesus knows hardships the best.

So many see crosses on ev'ry small thing...
and they miss the best of what life has to bring.

And don't get wrapped up in the drama of others,
Live God's warm colors of bright twilight summers.

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February 1, 2022

That Old Deep Well 2-1-22


That old deep well
could not repel
the thoughts that came to mind.
It had a job.
I did not sob
but sought what I might find.

I could not run
in this hot sun
and had a healthy thirst.
I can't deny
my mouth was dry
so I put myself first.

I stepped on plank,
turned hard the crank,
but it seemed to refuse.
It didn't care
that life's not fair
but I'm not one to lose.

So I had hope
in that old rope
to lift that bucket full.
With all my might
I grabbed rope tight
and then commenced to pull.

To fill tin cup,
the rope wound up.
around that rustic log.
On weathered board
I questioned Lord.
Then barked, my lazy dog.

Sometimes I think
to get a drink
that I must- on my own-
work very hard
with disregard
for what I should have known.

Now I might think
refreshing drink
should cure my ev'ry ill,
but it does not
though God forgot
those sins that hurt me still.

Did woman at
the well react
to her specific need?
To sin no more,
I think it's for
the rest of us to heed.

God does forgive
the way we live
like woman at the well:
But she had grasped
what Jesus asked,
so others she could tell.

My old tin cup
can't measure up
to God's tremendous flood.
We'll never thirst
when God is first,
for Christ had spilled His blood.

Our water chills.
God's water fills
displacing all our strife.
We must begin
to offer Him
our dedicated life.

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John 4:7-14
The Woman of Samaria

7 A woman of Samaria *came to draw water. Jesus *said to her, “Give Me a drink.” 8 For His disciples had gone away to the city to buy food. 9 So the Samaritan woman *said to Him, “How is it that You, though You are a Jew, are asking me for a drink, though I am a Samaritan woman?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.) 10 Jesus replied to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who is saying to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.” 11 She *said to Him, “[c]Sir, You have no bucket and the well is deep; where then do You get this living water? 12 You are not greater than our father Jacob, are You, who gave us the well and drank of it himself, and his sons and his cattle?” 13 Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again; 14 but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never be thirsty; but the water that I will give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up to eternal life.”

January 1, 2022

Should Time Be Up 1-1-22


I bow my head and fold my hands.
My faithful Father understands
the depths of my great sorrows.
With my heart's cord
I beg the Lord
to fix all my tomorrows.

He knows it's bad.
His heart is sad.
All Heaven mourns for me.
But if God's will
is that I'm ill,
then it was meant to be.

Some do attest
God takes the best
away from evil earth.
But problem's this:
that I will miss
my child's tremendous worth.

We all will die
and so I cry,
but through storms, I still bow.
Should time be up,
Lord, take my cup.
in peace, for You know how.

You've let me stay
another day
to spend with my dear child.
And that is why
now tears are dry.
Through blessings - I have smiled.

But if Your will
should take me still
then I will gladly go;
no more to roam,
I'll be at home
with You, who loves me so.

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December 21, 2021

Christmas Program 12-21-21


The Christmas Program show begins
with children singing Christmas hymns
below the shining star.
From 1 year old's to upper teens,
they bring alive those Christmas scenes.
How cute those children are!

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Memorized lines,
each face still shines.
The donkey even smiled.
It's good to know
those children show
a love for manger child.

They had such fun.
Program was done.
And so, was time to go.
Through many years,
through many fears,
I watched those children grow.

Through God above
I show my love.
I've little else to give.
They grow so fast
and hugs are past.
They have their lives to live.

My prayers are such,
they are worth much,
much more than earthly things.
For lost, a shame
each day's the same...
Joy is what Christmas brings.

Those memories,
they come to please.
Such love has grown for years.
Then much more love
pours from above
that brings me to my tears.

Though great or small,
forgiveness all,
God's gift, forever gives.
Love's in my eye.
For kids, I cry.
Yet Christmas Program lives.

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December 16, 2021

The Smallest Ornament 12-16-21


I'm just a little ornament here hanging on the tree.
They put me in the very back and I can hardly see.

The wall is here right next to me and I don't have a view.
My paint has faded quite a bit and some has flaked off too.

So no, I'm not the prettiest, nor biggest one on here.
This big ol' tree does not need me and my last days are near.

This just might be the last time you will see my faded shine.
I'm just too old to show to you my obsolete design.

For days and weeks I'm stuck back here. The time goes by so slow.
I wish I was quite different - to have something to show.

I also have a crack or two but they are very small.
I wish I was the wiser so that I could hang, not fall.

My confidence would come back strong and courage would be mine!
I'd show them I could be the best. I'd show this big ol' pine!

But reflection in another ornament, I could see.
I saw my true unvarnished face and it was really me..

Decided I, to give all up. For it was time to quit.
My pity-party started as I childishly had a fit.

Just then I heard a tender voice. A child, I'm sure because,
the voice was of an angel. A girl of nine, she was.

She carefully had took me down and placed me in her hand.
At first, I was quite fearful but soon, I'd understand.

She set me on a table and she glued each little crack.
And then she took such special care to clean me front to back.

She painted me with special paints that made the glitter shine.
She made me look like I was new with such a grand design.

And then she placed me on the tree- but not next to the wall.
She placed me right in front where I could greet you, one and all. 

I felt like I had life anew and it sure gave me joy!
I smiled each time they looked at me- ev'ry girl and boy.

That little girl had loved me so and her, I can't repay.
Now too, I have that special love to show in ev'ry way.

Yes, Jesus does for you just what the girl had done for me.
He cleans you up, forgives your sins and makes you wholly free.

The next time you walk past a lovely, big ol' Christmas tree,
look for the smallest ornament ...and you might find it's me.

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1 Corinthians 13:13

"But now faith, hope, and love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love."


December 15, 2021

This Fragile Snowflake 12-15-21


"Ouch!" had screamed this fragile snowflake, on sad and frightful day.
I wanted so, to cry sad tears, but knew I'd melt away.
So stayed, I did, pressed right between some others who were crushed
under heel of rubber boot that stomped through snow's upper crust.

Complaining started one by one among this doom and gloom.
Complaints crescendoed even more, "Move over!  Give me room!"
But prayed I did so quietly ignoring all who screamed.
Then anger overtook them all, I prayed for days, it seemed.

I knew that rubber boot had started this whole wickedness,
but also knew that we, now one, began to coalesce.
They then supported one another, each and everyone,
but I, a loner, kept my place until they all were done.

We froze together into one thick block of solid ice.
But then the snow around us now was not so very nice.
They scoffed and laughed and scoffed and laughed at all us frozen here,
laughed and pointed fingers at- and then would cruelly sneer.

Harassment, we call it.  Certainly, harassment it was.
However, this snowflake ignored it.  And maybe just because
my Savior lived through suffering- and so much more than this.
So I enjoyed His sunshine, His radiance and the bliss.

The day had turned to nighttime, then nighttime again to day
and this is what then happened- happened this ironic way.
The sun got hotter- and while melting the defenseless snow,
we were iced tightly together and weathered it so slow.

Now we, iced together, were pointing and laughing at them!
And all we would do was to angerly judge and condemn.
But I didn't bother.  I simply prayed and prayed and prayed,
that we would soon learn forgiveness, just as Jesus displayed.

Did God send that wicked boot- to ice us all together
so we would not succumb to the sun's bright, warmer weather?
Most snowflakes don't know of God's blessings.  They don't have a clue.
But this fragile snowflake sees His greatest gift.  I sure do.

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Luke 23:34
“Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do..."

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This fragile snowflake will soon be gone,
but we all knew this all along.
There's a time to live and a time to die.
It's in God's plan and He knows why.

So pray that God's Will, will be done,
from night to night and sun to sun.
Enjoy each day that God has giv'n
until we meet again in Heav'n.

~louis gander ©2021

Until We Meet Again 12-15-21


This fragile snowflake will soon be gone,
but we had known this all along.
There's a time to live and a time to die.
It's in God's plan and He knows why.

So pray that God's Will, will be done,
from night to night and sun to sun.
Enjoy each day that God has giv'n
until we meet again in Heav'n.

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ECCLESIASTES 3

"1There is an appointed time for everything.
And there is a time for every event under heaven—
2A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
3A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
5A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
6A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
8A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace...."

December 11, 2021

From A Lowly Manger 12-11-21


A manger is a feeding trough.  A manger is not clean.
But this is where the Baby laid and this is what was seen.

Why would the God of all Creation send His Son to lie
in such a crude, repulsive place with purpose still to die?

Just maybe it was just a hint on how we are to serve
unselfishly to others in a way they don't deserve.

No one deserves the sunshine or the growth from many rains.
And none deserve the better things, but rather chains and pains.

We live a life of comfort with such pills that kill the pain,
but yet we go on living lives that make us go insane.

For sin has bound us mentally and we have not a clue.
We think we live a perfect life but "know not what we do".

We say we go to church and pay a tithe each Sunday morn.
We say we judge our neighbors not and treat them without scorn.

But buy, we do, for us the best and still complain enough
that prices are too high on all the poor substandard stuff.

"Reward us not with newest cars for we deserve them not.
Nor house, dear Lord, that's much too large despite the 'toys' we've got."

If we could be as humble as the Lord that saved our souls,
then maybe we could learn a bit and set some Godly goals.

Our God of all creation knew exactly how to plan
a way of full salvation from a feeding trough to Man.

The Lord, from lowly darkened tomb, from sinful man would leave,
seen ascending through the clouds, yet most still don't believe.

From His life, don't be a stranger.  Hold His loving hands.
For coming from a lowly manger, Jesus understands.

©2021 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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November 26, 2021

Christmas Child, The 11-26-21


Don't be confused,
we're not excused.
Just who was born on Christmas Day?
Was Santa Claus?
Just take a pause.
Do we believe in Santa's sleigh?

If you are wild,
don't be defiled,
for Christ can bring you blessed peace.
Just lean on Him
and sing a hymn.
His love for all will never cease.

In days of old
it was foretold
That Jesus Christ would come to be.
And it was swell
Emmanuel
was someone folks could really see.

Would Star not show,
which way to go?
And did an angel speak to them?
The Wise Men knew.
The Shepherds too.
Who did they find in Bethlehem?

Was Joseph's skin,
so envy thin -
when traded inn for 'livestock zoo'?
Did Mary care
that sheep were there,
the oxen, goats and camels too?

They understood
that all was good,
despite beginnings humble there.
Not as tycoon,
but coming soon,
God's Son would help all in despair.

The present world
is being swirled
around commercializing tree.
Don't go adrift.
Accept God's gift:
The gift He has for us is free.

Because He lives
He still forgives,
so come ye meek and come ye wild;
for who did lay
in manger hay...?
None other than the Christmas Child!

©2021 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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October 31, 2021

Thanksgiving, Then and Now 10-31-21


The food was very scarce there back in sixteen twenty one.
The old and young went hungry with no time for games and fun

The ship had brought them to a land of opportunities,
but food was somewhat diff'rent than the food from overseas.

And sixteen out of twenty women died one winter there,
but summer months thereafter brought a feast the rest would share.

The Wampanoag had welcomed them near shores of Plymouth Bay
with Chief, Massasoit, a man who lived in Godly way.

With both the treaty and the harvest all but fully done,
the feast that they partook of was a good and healthy one.

We can't compare their hardships to the ones we have today
so we should be most thankful for the food that's on display.

With table set so perfectly so we can all enjoy
a feast of great abundance and a feast for girl and boy.

For God gives us aplenty; things that we do not deserve.
so prayer of thanks is warranted with willingness to serve.

With turkey and the trimmings and the table full of food,
we should give many thanks to God before its fully chewed.

It's difficult to really put ourselves in Pilgrim's shoes
when here we sit among our friends on soft and comfy pews.

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October 1, 2021

Without A Fear 10-1-21


While winds whisper
and storm cloud's scheme
with thunder's roar
and lightning's scream,
I sit alone.
My teeth I clench.
I think about
this old park bench.

It sets alone
here under tree,
a massive one
protecting me.
It's branches wide.
It's limbs so firm.
It's trunk is huge.
That I confirm.

But time has come
and death is near.
I pray the Lord
still holds me dear.
I don't deserve
His precious grace,
but pray for this:
to see His face.

But rain now falls
and falls quite free,
while I sit dry
here under tree.
Like God, this tree
protects me now.
I am not soaked.
I do avow.

The rain is like
the sin of man,
but God protects.
We know He can.
And He forgives
both me and you.
He keeps us dry
and cleanses too.

The wind has hushed.
Clouds quickly fade,
with thunder too,
for Christ has paid.
I sit so dry
protected here,
without a care,
without a fear.

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September 1, 2021

Knock, Knock 9-1-21



There was a knock on the old door,
but knew not who that knock was for.

That steady knock was very hard
so it, I could not disregard.

The knocking was so persistent
but I was very resistant.

I placed my ear against the door
and voice I heard, could not ignore.

I opened slow as hinges creaked.
and through the opening I peeked.

I knew straightway of all my sin,
I humbly bowed and let Him in.

Joy overflowed my cup's dry rim
when I gave all my life to Him.

He knocked on my heart's door because
my doorbell's broke.  It doesn't buzz.

Yes, Christ loves you and me, He does.

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August 1, 2021

Atop A Silly Post 8-1-21


Two places at one time; can I
reside in such a place?
It just may be impossible
to live in such a space.

A fence post, can I sit atop
and balance there alone?
A post between two worlds,
on post that's all my own.

On one side of the fence I crave
the things that draw my eyes.
I yearn for boat or brand new car,
I want for grand surprise.

But that side's so deceptive
I become completely blind.
I cannot see the other side,
the side with peace of mind.

Now if, in faith, I travel there
and seek the real life,
away will be the blindness
and long gone too, the strife.

Can I see past the physical
and open up my eyes?
Can my eyes see reality
before my body dies?

Can I live in the spiritual
so I'm not living blind?
Can I live in the spiritual
the way I was designed?

Designed by my Creator,
designed by God above,
designed to live by faith alone,
designed to live in love.

The next time I am found to be
atop a silly post.
I'll only jump with Godly faith
to Him who loves me most.

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Revelation 3:16
King James Version
16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.