Gander Story Poems

July 27, 2015

Music Box, The 7-27-15

I prayed for peace,

I prayed for me,

I questioned God

to some degree.

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I loved to entertain myself

so took the small box from the shelf.

I carefully, the dust, removed

from ev'ry little, tiny groove.

Beholding it for quite awhile,

I cherished its antique-ish style.

Can this old box, this afternoon,

play once again, its pretty tune?

Familiar songs with tiny chimes

are like a poet's perfect rhymes.

I hear the clock, its 'ticks' and 'tocks',

then slowly open music box.

It's been some years since it has played,

but soon a simple sound it made.

Through tears of joy and tears of love,

it's grandma now I'm thinking of.

Though she won't sing here anymore,

her music plays as years before.

Her praises in harmonic chord

lift ever higher to the Lord.

The heavens call, emotions float,

on each and ev'ry fragile note.

But decades passed... so many years.

She's often lost among my tears.

Though mem'ry dim, I can recall -

her Godly ways, her life and all.

Her music box is all I've got -

and like my Lord, it changes not.

He doesn't change. He never fails -

despite my storms, despite His nails.

In tune with peace and love for me,

God answers prayers so faithfully.

Before I place it back on shelf,

committed, I will humble self.

So blessed I am, I praise His name.

My life will never be the same.

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As in the past,

God answers right.

I close the lid...

and hold it tight.

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July 23, 2015

This Wide World 7-23-15

Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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Frustrated, I so often am

when I help those in need -

because when they have turned on me -

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see thieves succeed -

and politicians turn blind eye.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see Christian seed -

'hawking' books or their CDs..

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see drugs and 'weed' -

killing off our naive youth.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when enemies are freed -

only to come kill again.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when no one cares to lead -

like Moses, the great prophet did.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

No, everyone just seems to roam

where profits feed their greed -

instead to where downtrodden are.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Who sacrificed Himself for this!?

Did our Lord have to bleed?

I pray today we're one with Christ.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

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Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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July 12, 2015

Without A Single Fear 7-12-15

While resting in a field of grass,

I pray, "Almighty God,

The breezes blow in constant waves.

I find it somewhat odd -

I find it odd that grasses bend

and give in to the breeze.

I find it odd that they don't fight,

Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate

as I searched deep inside.

Did I move with the breezes too?

Did I have faults to hide?

Did breezes blow me to and fro?

Did I bend as the field?

Do sins of old and sins anew

keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct

in world that isn't 'just' -

I must live life as Jesus did.

Forgiveness is a must.

Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged

and plagues will follow me,

but faithfully I'll follow Him

and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass

and hand against my ear,

while resting on the greenest slope,

my wishes disappear.

Earth passes now, or so it seems,

as I am resting here,

without concern or troubled angst,

without a single fear.

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July 3, 2015

Creation's Clue 7-3-15

Accept, do I, the words I've heard,

with most correct, but some absurd?

Accept, do I, decision's fate

and all the problems I create?

Accept, do I, the sunset's hue,

that grass is green and leaves are too?

Accept, do I, my primrose path,

my grave mistakes that mandate wrath?

Accept, do I, the brilliant rose,

that it is covered when it snows?

Accept, do I, that winters bring

a certain death 'til warming spring?

Accept, do I, a baby's smile

and baby's laugh that's so worthwhile?

Accept, do I, all I behold,

that truth and love are good to hold?

Accept, do I, creation's clues,

so why not my Creator too!?

Accept, do I, confession's face,

repentant tears, redeeming grace?

Accept, do I, the guilt I hold,

that as days pass, I'm getting old?

Accept, do I, my sovereign God

before I'm laid here under sod?

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June 20, 2015

Rev. Billy Graham 6-20-15

It seems like only yesterday

when I was sitting there -

with black and white TV turned on -

where one man came to share...

Connected, were the speakers (to

a single microphone) -

that echoed over massive crowds

as seeds of truth were sown.

The seeds from God's own Holy Word

were falling on the ears -

of ev'ry soul attending there

throughout those many years.

The overcrowded stadiums

held people, young and old,

who listened quite intently to

the words that they were told...

...so everyone could know the Christ

that He was speaking of.

His sermons were straight-forward, bold

and unabashed with love.

He loved the Christ who lived to help

the poor, the sick, the weak -

who died to save us from our sins -

then rose for those who seek.

Familiar, that distinguished voice

that boldly spoke the truth.

Familiar was that humble man

who loved the aged and youth.

And as the alter call was sang

through tears, "Just As I Am" -

repentant souls in thousands came

to be with Billy Graham.

My eyes still well with many tears

as I look back and see -

a man who loved as Jesus did

through black and white TV.

It seems like only yesterday

when I was sitting there -

with black and white TV turned on -

where one man came to share...

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Thank you Rev. Billy Graham

for your many decades

of unselfish, faithful service

preaching His Word that never fades.

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May 27, 2015