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Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Another child molested,
while we live unaware.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Abused and battered mothers -
but leave - they wouldn't dare.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
A mother and her daughter -
now homeless, in despair.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
They've no place with little food
and nothing much to wear.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Then a fellow takes them in -
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Who begins the timeline,
life's hourglass, brand new?
Excitement grasps first days of life
as grains of sand slip through.
Youthful times surround us.
We lack full wisdom's clue.
We learn to make decisions though,
as grains of sand slip through.
Middle age is stressful
with obligations due -
so we go about our business
as grains of sand slip through.
Oh, to know the answers -
and every facet knew -
so we prepare the answers then
as grains of sand slip through.
With sunset years upon us,
we find God's Word is true -
but still the days flee fast from us
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When all the richest people rest in graveyards,
before their grand possessions rot and rust,
I turn my eyes and humbly look to Heaven,
for Jesus is the only one I trust.
When all the famous celeb's rest in graveyards,
and all their loyal fans find other 'stars',
I turn my eyes and humbly look to Heaven,
for Jesus is my friend who holds the scars.
When all the greatest rulers rest in graveyards,
down underneath the oxen and the plows,
I turn my eyes and humbly look to Heaven,
for I have life which only God allows.
When all the folks around me fall to pieces,
solutions sought - but they can find them not -
I shake my head in wonder with the Heavens,
for I have Him whom they have all forgot.
When all the world can wonder why I'm happy -
and simple minds can't seem to understand,
I simply trust God's promises in Heaven,
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In despair,
we'll sometimes be.
At these times can we cope?
Yet always free,
if we can see
the One who offers hope.
©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Let me say,
"Good morning to the sunshine
that warms my somber face.
Good morning to the people
who labor in their place.
Life continues every day.
We do what people do.
Today the sunshine welcomes me -
but may it also you."
Let me say,
"Good night to venus,
good night to mars,
good night to the moon-
and good night stars.
good night to the clouds
and residual hue
left by the sunset.
Good night to you too...
I'm in a sad valley today, a very deep desert valley between two high mountain peaks of joy- near a pond only large enough for survival, I am like a toad, but survive, I will. I always have.
One mountain peak is behind me- in the past. I saw people happy and laughing there. I was one of them. It makes this sadness deeper and more cruel.
The other mountain peak is before me. I know people will be happy and laughing there as well. Will I be one of them? Yes! How soon I get there is not up to me, but I will get there through determination and perseverance.
Patience is the medicine that heals my pain. Determination gets me on my feet facing the correct direction. Perseverance keeps me walking no matter how weary I get. I could stay here sitting, pouting, angry and complaining- but none of that will get me up the next mountain.
I know the truth and the truth carries me like a white stallion and protects me like solid armor, the truth is as beautiful as a princess. The truth keeps me walking. I'll be patient and quiet. It may take days or weeks or even months to get to the top of the next mountain peak, but I will get there- rest assured I will get there. Every day counts and the pages of the calendar blow away quickly. Therefore, I will not stop to rest.
I dream of the next joyous mountain peak. I see it in my mind. I will get there and when I do, I will stand there (...)
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This is a poem I wrote back in 2008 to noone in particular...
This big, bright world,
is like a drawer full of lace,
though I am but a leftover rag;
quite awkward, uneasy,
and so out of place.
Lace is chosen
by those with whom they connect.
and selecting their own special piece;
they want their lives
to be so perfect.
Then stew they will
when things go terribly wrong.
Their lace gets soiled, stained and tattered.
For this worlds special lace
doesn’t last too long.
They’re all sewn up,
still seeking what cannot mend....
But this leftover rag- this old scrap of burlap;
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FOR MANY YEARS they crowded me -
they grew so very tall...
but You, my Lord, had stunted me -
created me so small.
They pushed me off
and stole the sun,
and rose up to the sky...
but every year You held me down
and I had wondered why.
The winds and rain
blew very hard.
Beneath them I was crushed...
and You, my Lord, had gone away.
My blaring screams were hushed.
For many years this happened -
and they'd ignore my plea...
and You, my Lord, seemed not to care,
when they would laugh at me.---
So many years have passed since then -
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A tiny little kitten
whose feet were very sore,
wandered through the drifting snow
and right up to my door.
The weak meowing stirred me,
and drew me when she cried.
I crossed my room with aging feet,
inviting her inside.
She shivered and was hungry,
was frightened, very weak.
Confused, she wasn't trusting,
her future somewhat bleak.
Now even though I loved her,
I saw a troubled sign.
I thought about it for a bit -
compared her life to mine...
As she warmed up to me a bit,
I let her eat and rest -
but ran, she did, if I came close -
afraid of me, I guessed.
Now I was like that kitten,
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