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July 1, 2022

Your Spirit Lives 7-1-2022



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.  We don't live there and that we should 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 it must be 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.

©2022 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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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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