NOTE: Word-of-mouth is the only advertising I have ever done and I thank those who have spread the word. I do not spend money advertising. I do not ask for donations. My poems are free so that even the poorest of the poor can be comforted with my poetry. I am pleased when others are blessed. No amount of money can surpass that. I am now blessed with over 10,000 page views per month and my prayer is that through my poetry, that this world can become a safer, more loving and respectful place - that those who do not know who Jesus really was (and still is), will come to know the peace, healing, sacrifice and grace He has given to those who truly believe in Him and faithfully follow. I pray that you enjoy my story poems...

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.

©2021 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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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.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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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.

July 1, 2021

Sailing On! 7-1-21


"Why is it...
...when stormy seas toss me about,
I call on You, with distressed shout?
I do not pray when things are cool,
but call on You when out of fuel.

"Decisions, mine.  I'm on my own,
don't do Your will, I sail alone.
And so at times I miss Your docks
and run my ship up on the rocks.

"When seas are choppy, I'm annoyed,
but when it's calm, it is enjoyed.
That's why, when seas are peaceful, still,
I do my own, and not Your will.

"But bilge is full of water now.
I don't know why.  I don't know how.
The pump is on but it's behind.
Another fix, I cannot find.

My best was just not good enough!
My sins now make my life so rough.
And now I'm lost!  I'm going down,
through dark abyss, deserve to drown!

"I can't let go.  Loosen my grip!
Pilot my hopes, my needs, my ship!
You are my breath, my life, my all.
On You, Lord, I'll forever call.

"It's full of leaks and on the brink!
Please intercede!  Don't let me sink!
Lord, take the helm!  I do believe!
Please stay aboard and never leave!

"We now sail peacefully.  It's grand!
I pray all you ships will understand.
When Him, you finally call upon,
you'll safely too, be sailing on!"

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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June 1, 2021

And Christian Be 6-1-21


It's hard to write through intense pain,
but this I know- it's not in vain.

For God so loves.  He offers grace-
while selfish man still turns his face.

So I will write my prayer today
that man will turn from wicked way.

My numbered days, I cannot view
and doctors say I may have few.

So I will change and will not wait
to share His love at this late date.

Please humbly love and then confess
and then repent and He will bless.

For ALL have sinned against His will,
yet grace abounds.  Yes, even still.

There's nothing more I'd rather see
than you accept, and Christian be.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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I love you all.

May 19, 2021

Simple Poem 5-19-21


This simple poem is just to say
that we are so caressed.
Through God's agape love and grace,
our souls are richly blessed.

If we think we deserve His love,
then we're completely wrong.
For Jesus hung on wicked cross
where really, we belong.

We don't deserve one bless-ed thing
that God has given us.
And that's my simple poem now.
There's no more to discuss.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 3:16
"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."

May 1, 2021

Pain For Peace 5-1-21


Pain's misery is haunting.  Good health is best to keep.
This cancer is unbearable, it keeps me from my sleep.
I've been so many months with pain, I don't know what it's like
to break free from these awful pains; to walk, to jog, to bike.
I don't remember what it's like to live without this pain
and it continues stabbing me.  I'm going now, insane.
Now God still holds the miracle and God is still in power
and God can take all pain away in these, each precious hour.

I pray, "Dear Lord, deliver me, if it is in Your will,
and take this awful pain away that I'm enduring still.
I do not have the answers and I do not have the voice.
I do not have the fortitude and do not have the choice.
I don't deserve forgiveness and I don't deserve Your love,
for I have sinned against Your will and Heaven there above.
But grace has set me free from sin.  You've healed me spiritually,
so if Your will is so inclined, please heal me physically."

So many care. So many pray.  So many read my words,
but I would give it all away to fly among the birds.
The blue skies seem so endless up above the tallest tree.
Birds seem to be so free of pain and soar above so free.
I'd praise my Lord with ev'ry song, with ev'ry line and verse.
And could it be, long life on earth, is just a wicked curse?
But if God wills, I'll stay on earth where pain may never cease.
Yet should He will to take this 'cup', I'll trade this pain for peace.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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NOTE:  A day or two after I wrote this poem the pain left me.
God does answer prayers and I thank all who have prayed for me.
May these words praise His name, (not the author).
Thank you Jesus!

April 18, 2021

Heaven's Gates 4-18-21


"Thy Will be done" is how I pray
but how do I start out my day?

Does God come first or is it rare
that I reach first to Him in prayer?

Alarm clock rings.  I've got to run.
It's long before the rising sun.

The world awaits as Heaven parts,
but I'm on time as 'chemo' starts.

Questions many, but answers few.
And prayer to God is overdue.

Again, again, I sin, I sin.
I've failed to do God's will again.

My best is never good enough
while grace forgives my selfish stuff.

I recommit myself each day
to live according to His way.

It's sobering to see life's end.
I miss family, miss my friends.

My best friend though?  Christ still awaits,
so patiently at Heaven's gates.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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April 17, 2021

Eternal Life 4-17-21


It wasn't what I expected and I didn't like the answer,
when the doctor walked in and said, "I'm sorry.  You have cancer."
I froze with no emotion.  I never said a word.
Questions rose inside my head, now how had this occurred?

The next few days were but a blur...
drawing blood, testing, biopsies... yet no cure.
I never smoked, I never drank, I never used a drug.
How could this have happened?  The doctor merely shrugged.

Physically, the cancer kills.  Spiritually, sin does.
Sin kills like a cancer.  It does so deep because -
it fights the 'spirit' body.  It just does not belong,
deceiving like the 'Evil One' that we all know is wrong.

To say that it's a little lie, not black, not gray, but white,
deceives us into thinking that it isn't wrong, but right.
But let it take ahold of us and let it spread awhile,
and we will find it's Satan's way of saying, "You can smile."

Before we see, before we know, before we realize,
our heart is hard, our spirit's dead and we've been paralyzed.
And only God can heal us then through love and grace and pow'r.
And just like cancer, He can heal before your final hour.

So yes, I have a cancer, a cancer physical.
That's not as bad as other kinds, those cancers spiritual.
Now God can save us from them both, for He is in control.
He can cure both cancers and can also save the soul.

So I can't die.  I am alive, alive as I can be.
Because God gives me life anew, a life inside of me.
I'm glad I'm not forever here, cursed with a sin internal,
because Christ lives within me now and it's a life eternal.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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I was informed on March 29, 2021 that I had advanced pancreatic cancer.
May "God's Will" (not mine) be done with regard to my physical health.
Thank you for your prayers.

April 1, 2021

With Wisp of Wing 4-1-21


Now most don't see and most don't learn.
They search for something grand.
They cannot hear God's still small voice
or just don't understand.
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Some whisper like the hummingbird
that's beautiful in flight,
but most screech like the vulture in
a mean and ugly fight.

They push and peck the others with
emotions that explode.
They fight for dirty scraps of food
that lay dead in the road.

And most are proud to be that bird.
They're powerful indeed,
controlling everything in sight
to satisfy their greed.

But futile is the vulture's life
by men who made that choice,
while God lifts up the hummingbird
in pen through still small voice.

So as for me, I'm blessed to be
that hummingbird in flight.
With wisp of wing, He whispers words
in everything I write.
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Yes, most don't see and most don't learn.
They search for something grand.
They cannot hear His still small voice,
or just don't understand.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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1 Kings 19:11,12 (NASB)
"11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake;
but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire
a still small voice."

March 1, 2021

What A Story! 3-1-21


This gentle breeze puts me at ease.
Envision, if you will;
Stars, each with spark, lake in a park,
and trees beside the hill.

As if in trance, the leaves still dance
attached to tiny twigs.
From up atop, the acorns drop.
Nearby a squirrel digs.
A dancing willow bending low
has kissed the water's face.
Then drake I find, with hen behind,
and ducklings in a race.

But 5AM, a flower stem
is bent under great weight.
It's gravity's audacity!
It hampers it from straight!
OR should we know, (as stories go),
for every one, two sides?
So could it be that we can't see
the burden bloom provides?

Is bloom at fault, that it exalt,
the beauty it bestows?
And fragrance too, what would we do
without our tempting nose?
Or would it hurt to blame the dirt...
or bees?  There's much to tell.
And could we blame, that moisture came
and watered it too well?

SO, we could claim, they're ALL to blame,
but sunrise here is near.
When sunlight peeks, our Father speaks,
and burdens disappear.
Does blame turn in... to angry sin?
Does sin drive us to hate?
Are we not taught that evil thought
will burden us with weight?

When it's of God, it isn't odd
that nature's love forgives.
Here by the lake, there's no mistake
that His creation lives.
Can we still claim that we're the same
as nature?  Do we live?
I think instead, that we are dead
when we do not forgive.

As dawning breaks, our dark mistakes
have brought us to this time.
But don't dismay, God has a way.
It's not an uphill climb.
There's no debate with stem now straight
and flower standing tall.
What a story of God's glory!
He loves us, one and all!

This gentle breeze puts me at ease.
Envision, if you will;
Stars, each with spark, lake in a park,
and trees beside the hill.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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February 1, 2021

In Full Conceit 2-1-21


A little ant was working hard
atop his little mound,
and thought that he was taller
than anything around.

A weasel saw that little ant
but didn't make a sound,
and thought that he was taller
than anything around.

A groundhog saw that weasel near
his home there in the ground,
and thought that he was taller
than anything around.

My dog was not the least amazed
and for them, he was bound.
He knew that he was taller still
than anything around.

I was the man who saw them all.
I shook with scoffing laugh.
In full conceit I stood there tall.
Behind me?  A giraffe.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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January 1, 2021

Unfurl Our Flag Again 1-1-21



I pledged full allegiance when I, in school,
would dress with respect and live 'golden rule'.
Respecting the elders without a smirk,
I studied for quizzes, did my homework,
I didn't drink beer and I didn't smoke
and didn't laugh when I heard dirty joke.
This "churchy-boy" bullied to the extreme,
so often I cried with crushed self-esteem.

Oh, I am so wrong in this up-side-down world,
where God is removed and freedoms are furled;
where truth becomes myth, if someone hates it,
with standards all lost- Hell's bottomless pit;
where lies become truth if said many times;
where chaos breaks out with killings and crimes.
With ethics abandoned, the innocent die.
Can someone please tell me- why, why, why, why?

The standards I live by, they were not forced,
but from those clean morals, they had divorced.
For fame they had bribed naive voting blocks,
but they were exposed with clicking of clocks.
Nuclear proliferation, dead schools,
riots, looting, killings- they changed the rules.
Pushing boundaries to see the truth bend,
was it not them who hurt fam'ly and friend?

Because they're elected and hence empowered,
they think this 'churchy-boy' can be devoured.
So many times now, their lies we have heard,
but the precepts of peace are in God's Word.
Lies will be buried with them under sod.
Unfurl our flag again. We Trust In God.
They thought they were smart and thought we were dumb,
but we know our God will one day soon come.

©2021 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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