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May 17, 2016

Bankruptcy 5-17-16


Will I get any sleep tonight?
Not yes, or even maybe.
The guilty, though, they're able to,
just like a little baby...

My fist, I shake in anger at
those vile, demonic men -
who work their dark, subversive deeds,
deceiving folks again.

They rescued only wicked ones -
the ones 'too big to fail' -
ignoring all us little ones,
the poor, the weak, the frail.

But there's no power in my fist.
My patience has run thin.
I see those lips in all my dreams -
their evil, hellish grins.

My whole life's work is up in smoke.
My efforts all in vain.
The whole world sleeps while I alone
endure my endless pain.

I did my best to follow You -
though weary and run down.
I've walked the straight and narrow in
a world that's up-side-down.

Now my reward for honesty
is painful, sleepless nights.
I know now work is futile here
with token legal rights.

It seems that Satan won again
with His deceptive lies -
but all those crooks with evil grins
will find they're not as wise.

Their greed has brought us massive debt,
their pride, a moral mess.
Their love of money now bankrupts
this country You once blessed.

We've drowned in laws and legal briefs,
down to the gates of hell -
with burning stench of vile souls.
We can't escape the smell.

And though I've tried my whole life through
to shine Your Truth and Light,
they've fought me every minute here.
And even now they fight.

There's nothing more that they can take.
They've taken ev'ry dime.
They've drained my hope and energy.
They stole my precious time.

Your eyes shall pierce the Heavens and
judge each and every one.
My prayer is that they've lied enough
and final judgment's done.

So judge us now with Sodom and
love's lenience, do not serve.
But Lord, please guard Your little ones.
Sin's mess, they don't deserve.

Just as a thief comes in the night,
I'm ready, though I weep.
So very soon, please take me up -
while hardened sinners sleep.

©2016 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 24:42-51 (NASB)

42 “Therefore be on the alert, for you do not know which day your Lord is coming. 43 But be sure of this, that if the head of the house had known at what time of the night the thief was coming, he would have been on the alert and would not have allowed his house to be broken into. 44 For this reason you also must be ready; for the Son of Man is coming at an hour when you do not think He will.
45 “ Who then is the faithful and sensible slave whom his master put in charge of his household to give them their food at the proper time? 46 Blessed is that slave whom his master finds so doing when he comes. 47 Truly I say to you that he will put him in charge of all his possessions. 48 But if that evil slave says in his heart, ‘My master is not coming for a long time,’ 49 and begins to beat his fellow slaves and eat and drink with drunkards; 50 the master of that slave will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour which he does not know, 51 and will cut him in pieces and assign him a place with the hypocrites; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

May 10, 2016

His Miracles 5-10-16


If, on this paper, I could pen
just one of God's creations, then,
it'd prove to all, His mighty hand -
His miracles on sea and land.

But how can I take fish or bird -
express their beauty in mere word?
Or on my paper, what remains
when grasping fragrance from spring rains?

Into my words, do rainbows melt?
Is, on my paper, sunshine felt?
Can words expose a flower's bloom?
Can page bring music to a room?

While we can see and smell and touch
and hear, we do not know so much.
Mere words are dark and empty holes
just like our dead and empty souls.

Our pride stands in the way of Christ
while we all think we've sacrificed!
So humbly pray to God above
through miracles of peace and love.

We're like mere words as body dies.
But spirits live above the skies
to see in Heaven all the more -
His miracles, like none before.

©2016 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Traditions and emotions give, but if not hearts, we cannot live -
eternally in Heaven where, these things on earth do not compare.
~louis gander