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louis gander, 27 november 2011
I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder how a tree
can stand the way it does -
so crooked, gnarled and twisted.
I wonder what it was...
What made it lean way over -
its shallow roots in mud?
Or was its last encounter a -
tornado? lightning? flood?
Though I am not an expert,
and haven't much, a clue -
I've often looked at people,
and wondered how they grew.
Opinions leaning way too far
with grumpy, creaking sounds -
they're true, 'un-timbered' miracles
with such unbalanced pounds.
But God still pours out blessings.
His grace forever flows -
and nourishes the lazy root -
no matter how it grows.
Sometimes I wonder how a man
can stand the way he does -
so crooked, gnarled and twisted.
I wonder what it was...
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louis gander, 9 february 2013
Why Angels Sing
The muscles tighten in my face
and tears come to my eyes -
each time I think of how you hurt
or hear your helpless cries.
You know if I could help you out,
I'd stop your pain today.
I'd use my little magic wand
to whisk them all away.
But if my magic wand was broke,
I'd buy them all with cash -
and then I'd torch each single one
and turn them into ash.
But if I couldn't burn them up
I'd open up your heart -
I'd take your sorrows- all of them -
and tear them all apart.
But if I couldn't tear them up
then I'd go to great length -
to throw your burdens off a cliff,
with every ounce of strength.
But if I wasn't strong enough
I'd haul them, height and breadth -
then watch them all splash overboard
into the ocean's depth.
But if your burdens didn't sink,
I'd work for many years -
right along beside you where
I'd kiss away your tears.
But if I couldn't dry your tears
I'd wish beyond degree -
that all your hurts would melt away
until you're bright with glee.
More tears go streaking down my cheeks.
I see you in great pain -
and now I've proven I can't help.
My work is all in vain.
Oh, how it saddens me to know
that I can't do a thing.
Yet God can heal your broken heart -
and that's why angels sing...
So smile awhile and lift your voice -
a voice so filled with love!
For those who hate will wallow here -
as you ascend above!
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louis gander, 3 december 2011
Log Cabin Christmas
You ask about this picture
that hangs here on my wall?
Many thoughts come to my mind.
I can't recall it all.
It's of our old log cabin
that stood along a stream -
nestled in a heavy woods
with weather most extreme.
The summer heat, unbearable,
preceded autumn hues -
and winter brought the heavy snow
which drooped the many yews.
Our hard work filled the wood box.
Much colder times, there'd be.
I'd follow dad's familiar tracks -
to seek a Christmas tree.
A chair set by the window,
sat I, upon the chair -
peering down our old dirt road
with grandpa not yet there.
The sunrise and the sunset
was all the clock we had -
so hours I would be on watch
with brother, mom and dad.
So patiently the snowfall
would cling to window sill.
Serene and quiet were those days -
snow blanketing each hill.
Then at last his carriage came,
bouncing up the drive.
Anticipation answered,
and Christmas came alive.
The planks beneath dad's footsteps
sounded from the floor.
He gave a pat as he walked by,
then answered our front door.
The gift that I received that day
came in a homemade box.
I opened it and once again -
long underwear and socks.
Toys were quite a rarity.
I thought it not unfair -
for on those chilly winter nights,
I didn't really care.
The fire dancing in the hearth
was better than fine art -
and love was not for brand new toys -
but rather from the heart.
The inconvenient hardships
were really not so bad.
Grandpa and my family,
were really all I had.
Sunday was our day of rest
that I enjoyed the most -
when father parked our wagon near
the church's hitching post.
Patience filled our earnest souls,
charity, the mind -
and my most precious presents now,
are memories, every kind.
We bore so many crosses
with work and suffering -
but they bound us together and,
I wouldn't change a thing.
If now an opportunity
brought back 'the good old days',
I'd trade todays conveniences
for more rewarding ways.
I don't regret my childhood.
I would not trade the years.
Now please, you must forgive me for
my sentimental tears...
Oh goodness, my - how time does fly!
It's almost half-past seven!
But stories more, you'll hear some day
when we meet up in Heaven.
So that's my picture on my wall,
reminding me of Christmas -
a world of true tranquility -
where I found love for Jesus.
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 5 january 2013
Faithful Footsteps (a fun one)
Okay, here's a 'twist'.
The word that rhymes is not in this poem.
Just for fun, I've inserted another word.
Can you guess all the rhyming words? Write them down as you go along... (no peeking, they're at the bottom)
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An old man lived on the outskirts of town,
wore an old suit that was tattered and
gray.
His hair, snowy white, was always unkempt.
Because kids made fun, he was full of con-
sideration.
Years back, when in school, he make a mistake.
He once, on her desk, put a poisonous -
mushroom.
Now he didn't know that the mushroom was bad.
and when she arrived, she got really -
pleased,
because she liked mushrooms on all types of things,
pizza and pasta - and on chicken
soup.
But then she noticed - removed it from sight.
She knew about mushrooms and knew it wasn't -
edible.
She asked who had done it. This very young child,
didn't admit it - but sat there and -
felt guilty.
Despite good intentions he misunderstood.
He couldn't admit it, now tell me, who
is he?
His conscience held hostage, he couldn't ignore,
Was this still a child that mom could -
forgive?
Though all his emotions were torn far apart,
he learned a good lesson and made a new -
Friend.
He started to give and help out the others,
helping with strangers, sisters and -
with their needs.
Just when we think that we've figured life out,
We let out our holler and let out our -
chest.
I learned that humbleness Satan will thwart,
and with good intentions, we still will fall -
far,
far from Gods promise, far from above.
Once sacrifice fixed it but now it's His -
grace.
He later admitted to teacher, Miss Laurie,
"I thought it was good, I am very -
wrong."
Well, she understood and the story ends here.
He learned a good lesson and had a good -
education.
Wisdom was gained far back in his childhood,
He wasn't perfect but he knew he was -
bad.
Will Heaven we see, if we're very proud?
Will our pride cripple? Will we be -
dead?
Jesus gives life! Don't let Satan deceive,
for we are forgiven if we'll only -
have faith.
For even the demons - they're shuddering still.
Do they believe, and do His good -
commands?
Yes, Jesus proves faithful, time after time,
so follow His footsteps and you'll always -
rhyme!
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Just in case you're unsure of some of the 'rhyming' words... here they are:
Brown
Contempt
Snake
Mad
Wings
Right
Smiled
Would
Adore
Start
Brothers
Shout
Short
Love
Sorry
Year
Good
Allowed
Believe
Will
And of course the last word "rhyme" is correct
louis gander, 15 february 2013
Valentine's Day
"Love our dear Valentine" we always say,
whenever we think of Valentine's Day.
Big hugs and kisses and also some fun -
is love's expression for our 'special one'.
Flowers, dinner, and maybe some wine -
as we treat our 'sweethearts' especially fine.
But oh, long ago on one fateful day -
when we threw our greatest of loves away -
Hatred surpassed all the love we had won -
as hugs were not there when the nailing begun.
Thorns replaced flowers, and then sour wine -
and that's how we treated our Lord divine."
Love our dear Valentine" we always say,
but how do we love the Savior today?
©2010 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 1 december 2011
So Far To Go
The year, I'm told, is eighteen-ten.
The weather's dry and hot.
I 'reckon dad knows where to go.
The horses do not trot.
We're tired and very thirsty,
with rations, water low.
The wagon trails' a long one and,
we have so far to go.
The wagon covers' full of holes
and leaks each time it rains.
The mud strains both the horses.
Our perseverance wanes.
But persevere, we can and must.
That's what mere patience proves -
while breathing in the trail dust
behind the horses hooves.
Supplies? ...almost depleted.
Before I go to sleep,
I lay awake, my stomach hurts,
I hear my mother weep.
The bread, she trims the mold from -
it helps my hunger pangs.
A line is stretched above my head.
Our dripping laundry hangs.
I'm not the wisest western child
I don't know very much.
I'm not quite sure how 'blessings' work,
and 'thankfulness' and such.
But Jesus, we are so obliged -
for shoes that fit our feet,
safety from the wolves and snakes,
and berries we can eat.
I'm sorry that I think of corn,
potatoes, peas or fish -
but if I lived in different times,
or place - that'd be my wish.
I'd eat just like a gentleman.
I'd eat my last string bean.
I'd eat what others did not want -
then lick their dishes clean.
Sometimes my mom... I'll see a tear.
She hides it pretty good.
But Jesus, I know mother -
she'd help me if she could.
She stays up nights when I am sick.
I hear her prayers to You.
She shows her love to everyone
and knows just what to do.
So answer, Jesus, my small prayer...
I ask it for our Nation -
that it would always thankful be -
bent not unto temptation.
I wonder if Americans
will ever truly know -
this wagon trails' a long one and,
we have so far to go.
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 22 december 2011
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Jesus
To the tune of:
"It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas"
It's beginning to look a lot like Jesus,
everywhere we go.
Take a look at the Christmas birth. Seeing it once again -
it warms our hearts and makes our spirit's glow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Jesus,
miracles in store -
but the prettiest sight to see
is the baby that will be -
who we can't ignore.
With no pair of sandals and cross with no handles,
He carried it right up until -
the weight was tremendous, our actions horrendous -
He fell halfway up the hill.
The soldier men, so full of sin, just wanted to torture and kill.
It's beginning to look a lot like Jesus,
as we knew before -
so Christians must always be, like the Jesus that we see -
in a world at war...
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 30 november 2011
Terror & Blessings
Terror on the rampage,
terror in the sky,
terror in the cities,
terror by and by -
with no concern and no remorse
with cold and callous sigh -
enjoyment from the children with
their most despondent cry.
Death is by the devil,
where hate and anger lie,
terrorizing innocent,
until they see them die.
Blessings by the number,
blessings by the score,
blessings from the Heavens,
blessings that outpour -
to each of God's creation,
yet then He gave us more -
a Son who came to save the lost,
with crown of thorns He wore.
With nails in His hands and feet,
from terrors' angry roar.
The greatest of all blessings,
though terror wanted more.
Spiritual life
to terror's death...
who took dust
and gave us breath?
No matter how dumb
or how naive -
no matter what man
still wants to believe -
earth is below
and Heaven's above -
God is love.
God is love.
God is love.
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 19 january 2013
Grandma
Grownups seem so funny. They never seem to change.
‘Specially my ol’ grandma. She always acted strange.
Peculiar smells escaped out when she opened up her door.
And as I stepped into her house - heard creaking in the floor.
She seemed a bit hunched over. She wasn't very thin.
Her teeth would sometimes chatter when she moved her double chin.
She decorated very nice. A corner held the broom.
And she'd have her nylons hanging ‘round the living room....
God made grandma special. Her cooking, Heaven sent.
She hadn't much to offer but she really was content.
She was always cooking with her hair back in a bun.
And always had her apron on – had little time for fun.
Sometimes I got in trouble taking cookies from her jar....
The crumbs would seem to mark my sin. I didn't get too far.
One day we had a party. She cried when she was glad.
She cried when she was happy too and cried when she was sad.
Once she claimed I was in sin. I asked her what she meant,
So she opened up her Bible and read a whole event.
I had so many questions that she took me by the hand,
She had so many answers that I couldn’t understand.
She said God loved so deeply and - death held the only key,
So back behind the bloodstains Jesus had to die for me.
Maybe sin is so disgusting that - love has to be unfair,
And maybe that's why grandma cried - when she knelt down in prayer.
When I got hurt, she kissed it well. She was the "best-est" nurse,
Then she said, "Be careful" quoting yet another verse.
She often looked so busy. She sometimes looked quite weak;
But when I left, she always had the time to kiss my cheek.
I miss my grandma very much. She died some time ago.
But when she spoke of Jesus, her face was all aglow.
When I close my eyes I see - that same familiar face,
Reminding me of Jesus and God's everlasting grace.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 16 december 2012
I'll Not Forget
My little Angel sat in school
to learn her A B C's -
yet no one knows the 'half of it'
to put my mind at ease...
There's something in the way I talk
that seems so different now -
that weighs me down here on my knees
and makes me take this vow:
I'll not forget those days we spent
together - you and me.
I'll not forget our memories
and they will always be.
I'll not forget your sunshine smile,
the freckles on your skin.
I'll not forget your flood of love
that flowed from deep within.
I'll not forget our little games
we played - like 'hide and seek'.
I'll not forget your kisses from
your lips upon my cheek.
I'll not forget those little tears -
those times I saw you weep -
then mixed with mine, ran down my cheek
before you fell asleep.
I'll not forget your final hug
was very, very tight.
I'll not forget your final wave
was such a lovely sight.
I'll not forget your first small step
or your first day at school.
I'll not forget God's wonderment -
my precious little jewel.
I'll not forget your favorite clothes,
or favorite ice cream choice.
I'll not forget your little ears
that heard your teacher's voice.
My little Angel sat in school
to learn her A B C's -
It's God who knows 'the all of it'
that puts my mind at ease...
In memory of the 20 children
and 6 adults killed at Newtown, CT
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 27 january 2013
A Rainbow Life
No matter how the breezes blow,
just seek the promise, God's rainbow.
For Noah's faith was always pure,
never failing - always sure.
A rainbow I can see, not touch -
though it doesn't matter much.
God holds it fast, as He holds me.
Bright colors of His rainbow see.
So close, God's armor I will wear.
This world can't fill me with despair.
The storm clouds of the world seize
when touched, I am, with Spirit's breeze.
I state I'm not a 'doubting Thomas' -
but standing fast in Jesus' promise.
He parts the dark clouds of man's sin,
and brings full light of life within.
Before God's spectrum kisses ground,
I know His promise will be found.
I gaze - awed at His universe,
singing praise - each word and verse.
If joy is violet and indigo,
patience pink and peace yellow,
if kindness orange and goodness gold,
then all good fruit of His I'll hold.
If grace is blue and love is white,
and prayer is green and God is light,
the world's sin won't overwhelm,
for I'm in Him - another realm.
If life's a footrace, death blood red,
then God is rainbows of color ahead.
If we're resurrected from sin and strife -
then we have one great "Rainbow Life".
©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 21 december 2012
Tears No Longer
Behind the doors of many homes,
no matter where you go -
a multitude of people weep.
Their tears forever flow...
I sat behind my mommy in
the back seat of our car.
My daddy did the driving, but
we didn't get too far.
My mom and I were talking,
and we were smiling wide,
but someone ran the traffic light
and hit us hard broad-side.
The truck came out of nowhere -
the driver, DUI.
And buckled in her seat belt, mom
had watched my daddy die.
I woke up in a hospital -
in pain for several days.
Our fragile world turned up-side-down
in many, many ways...
"Jesus, heal my broken heart.
I feel emotion's tug,
whenever mommy holds me tight
and gives me daddy's hug.
Embraced below Your sunsets
through visions of the wreck -
I know my mom is crying too.
Her tears run down my neck.
"She says we'll be in Heaven there.
It is her only prayer.
Daddy, mother, also I -
are in Your precious care.
Though she forgives the driver -
forget? She never will.
And though the years are passing by,
our tears are flowing still.
"But please forgive me Jesus -
I can't get on my knees.
Fun and laughter, drugs and beer
is all the world sees.
Is several years of crying worth
some stranger's day of fun?
'They know not what they do' You said.
Our tears forever run.
"You hear all my petitions
My deepest thoughts I share.
Your great omniscient presence
surrounds my wheel chair.
And I am not discouraged.
Through faith in You, I know -
in Heaven, we'll be together -
where tears no longer flow."
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 17 january 2013
A Moment To Smile
(A true story from southern Wisconsin - 2006 or 7)
Deep into the woods in my truck I seemed lost.
The brisk, chilly breeze was still holding the frost.
Because it was dried up and totally dead,
I decided to cut down this big tree instead.
The ants had been busy all over that tree,
before my big chain saw had made them all flee.
The noise and vibration and all the turmoil,
(had it happened to me, would have made my blood boil).
But they simply scattered if off to the races,
to other safe havens - to other safe places.
My muscles all ached from my head to my feet,
but I felt so content - with my job now complete.
It seemed that my actions were merely a bump,
to ants now so busy inside that tree stump
I wondered which one, if any, had won -
the ants or myself as I thought my job done.
As I sat on the gate of my rusty old truck,
loaded down heavy with logs - was now stuck -
and realized then that it's sometimes worthwhile,
to sit back a moment, a moment to smile.
©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 29 november 2011
SPEED!
The hare runs very swiftly,
for ten years he can go -
but patient, walks the turtle for
a hundred years or so...
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Rounding curves, squealing with a
couple hundred horses -
stretched out over lawful edge,
anticipating forces.
Sporty style and glossy paint -
surpassing every class -
clean and polished, buffed and waxed,
with tinted window glass.
Transmissions humming through the gears,
bring screeching to the tires -
and then the booming drowns the streets -
huge speakers strung with wires.
Flying off at green lights hue,
with pedals under lead -
wasting gas, polluting air,
to break at every red...
The pedals crush the metal flat
with heavy laden feet -
yet idle through the drive ups then,
for food that's good to eat.
Running full in circles wide,
while rushing far and near -
important is the coffee cup,
some cigarettes or beer.
Another day, another laugh,
for fun is not a crime!
Let's get the guys together 'cause -
it's almost party time!
Then sharp, the sirens pierce the night,
and everything goes wrong...
A child wandered in the street.
The doctors take too long.
So many people crying,
so many people sad -
so many people blaming God,
so many people mad.
This poem's not about a car,
a cycle, or a van -
but oh, about the drivers there,
the much impatient man...
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Now God created turtles,
and God created hares -
but then created patient man,
if patient are his prayers.
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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PLEASE DRIVE SAFELY - ALWAYS!
louis gander, 17 february 2013
Secret Admirer
(from a woman's perspective...)
Damp were the petals, kissed by the dew,
on bright, vibrant rose held up for my view -
from soft velvet fingers and unweathered skin
from one faithful heart full of true love within.
The rose was exquisite, so perfect to see -
with flower now open so beau-ti-ful-ly.
It seemed to rest easy on leaves of bright green -
(if now, you could only imagine the scene).
Behind that great gift was another one too -
who whispered poetically, "Oh, how I love you!"
It floated from voice so familiar to me
that stopped my whole world - instantly, briefly.
He caught me off-guard and I must concede
that inside his heart was a great love indeed.
For there behind raised arm, so patient and mild -
I saw the cute face of my very own child.
Reached, I there down - and speaking in prose,
I said, "Thank you child." accepting the rose.
And then to the side, I gave curtain a push -
and sure enough missing, my rose from rose bush.
But forced I a smile and gave him a kiss -
for this is one day that I'll soon reminisce.
His innocent countenance had drawn me to pray,
"Thank you, dear Lord, for my child today."
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 28 february 2013
All To You
Oh, just as winds will carry on -
for years and centuries,
mere words cannot describe my love.
They pass with every breeze.
The winds still make it futile
as words pass by above –
but if I could grab hold of one,
I’d grab the word called ‘love’.
Words may describe a landscape -
some animals or birds,
but never is your picture worth
a mere one thousand words.
Oh, it would take a million words,
and then a billion more -
but have you time to listen as
I stand here at your door?
For every time your doorbell rings,
you yell, “Please stay away!”
but I have yet to even knock.
I’ve found no words to say...
Your doorbell keeps on ringing though
by yet another guy -
who runs on off to other doors -
and other doorbells try.
It seems I've stood forever –
but I will never quit -
in hopes that privately your door
will open up a bit.
Mere words don't mean so very much.
Our love was meant to be -
so I’ll keep standing at your door,
until you notice me.
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And then, by chance, your door should crack
and open up a bit -
I'd show you to your porch swing and
encourage you to sit.
Should sound not find my wordless lips
I'd take my nervous arm -
and put it 'round your shoulders with
a meek romantic charm.
Mere thoughts would run throughout my head -
for possibly a mile -
but then I'd hold your hand a bit -
as we sat there awhile.
My passion and my energy
could not hold back the bliss -
so then I'd lean right over and
I'd give your cheek a kiss.
I'd hold you close there in my arms
emotions on the move -
and there I'd stay committed as
my fervent love would prove.
The sun would set, but there we'd sit
in one prolonged embrace -
as words would still be meaningless
when I look in your face.
Oh, guys would still come knockin' -
recite their newest line -
but love cannot be broken now -
as you're forever mine.
And girls, also, just like words,
lack all their meaning too.
For I have packaged all my love -
and give it all to you.
~gander Copyright 2013
louis gander, 19 december 2012
Love To Love
It started out as others, when I got dressed today -
ate breakfast with my fam'ly, for that was just our way.
You dropped me off at school. Your love shone in your eyes.
We hugged and kissed each other. We said our last "Goodbye's".
As I stepped to the entrance, I turned around once more -
and waved to you one final time - then stepped on through the door.
I saw some other teachers. They do what teachers do.
They all had smiled, said "hi" to me - and I said "hi" back too.
I soon got to my classroom. Some other friends were there.
I chatted with my classmates some and then sat in my chair.
Obey the teachers, I was taught. I followed every rule -
but no one knew that this would be, our final day at school.
Life usually, will glide along - and all goes fairly well -
but those are times we soon forget how close we are to hell.
We soon forget that God is love and hates our every sin -
but selfish man gets what he wants as he is dead within.
Not even one short moment here, should ever pass us by -
where Jesus holds our inner thoughts and we don't question why.
Though God hates sin - do we as much? For what man wishes, weaves -
his 'wants' to be accepted - until himself deceives.
From smoking, drugs and alcohol or any selfish thing -
there's someone who will pay the price for what these habits bring.
Why is it there are people who will only love to hate.
I pray that others will be saved - before it is too late.
Oh, why do we love other 'gods' including 'killing games'?
Why do we swear, show disrespect, call God [our Father] names?
Why don't we often worship - honor father, mother?
Why are we never faithful - steal, lie and murder?
Why are we very jealous, envious and covet?
Why not confess, repent? Oh, why will we not do it?
I heard that last announcement. Today, pure evil flowed.
Now I'm okay. I'm in HIS arms, because HE loves me so.
I know it's hard to hold back tears from feeling deeply blue -
but I so love you mommy still - and Jesus says so too.
I'm so amazed to see this place you couldn't even dream of -
a place of immense beauty - where here, we love to love.
In memory of the 20 school children and 6 staff/teachers at Sandy Hook School, Newtown, CT
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 11 march 2013
Show The Lord (an Easter Poem)
Now everyone was nervous here and not a thing made sense.
The Judge had entered quietly. The room was very tense.
"Let's only hear the gospel truth and accusations quench!
This court is now in session!" said 'His Honor' from the bench.
The 'Whip' was not at all deterred and spoke up suddenly,
"Alive, He was, when I was done - untied and then set free!
But I had noticed something else when He had left my place.
I saw Him with the rugged 'Cross'. Now that's your real case!"
The 'Cross' responded bluntly and without an ounce of tact,
"It wasn't me, Your Honor sir, and that is just a fact!
I didn't do a single thing and really, I did care.
I merely was the backdrop for the 'Nails' had held Him there!"
The 'Nails', three, were hence accused but chimed in unison,
"It wasn't us who had Him killed (God's one and only Son).
When all the three of us looked up, the truth had come to light -
that wicked "Crown' had pierced His scalp and made a gruesome sight!"
Then hushed, the crowd, who set their eyes on such a cruel 'Crown' -
but it had sought the mercy of the Judge with sorry frown.
And then it weaved so carefully a short and subtle lie,
"It wasn't I who killed Him sir, the 'Whip' caused Him to die!"
And so it was that blame was passed around, around again -
so tell me, "What had killed Him then - just plain and simple sin?"
Yes, then that Judge, with piercing eye, had raised his brow at me,
and said, "You are the guilty one! I sentence you to be..."
But then that very instant, a gentle voice was heard.
His voice had calmed the courthouse down - and every heart was stirred.
"Release those who've repented and were faithful through and through.
For I have paid the highest price and saved their souls too."
The Judge slammed down His gavel hard - and said, "I will it so!"
And that is where this story ends. Are you prepared to go?
Don't be the Whip, Cross, Nails or Thorns- who passed their guilt along -
who tried to blame somebody else and claimed they did no wrong.
The heart you have you made yourself. You're humble or you're proud -
so if acceptance you must have, you're lost just like the crowd.
How long has pride now stole your soul? Days, weeks or months, or years?
Don't pass the blame to someone else, but show the Lord some tears...
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 19 march 2013
How Little Love
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 -
another plight they share.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Tell yourself that they're okay -
it's not so bad out there.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Go about your business and
convince yourself it's rare.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Faithful always, our routine
with comfort in the air.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
It doesn't really matter.
It's happening elsewhere.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
We'd rather do the talking
from our most favorite chair.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Pray a few more minutes and
convince your God you care.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
Tell God about your troubles -
then see if He's unfair.
Goodnight my Christian brother.
Please say a little prayer.
'Common folk' to billionaire,
how little love we share.
©2010 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Matthew 25 (NASB)
42 '...for I was hungry, and you gave Me nothing to eat;
I was thirsty, and you gave Me nothing to drink;
43 I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in;
naked, and you did not clothe Me;
sick, and in prison, and you did not visit Me.'
louis gander, 23 february 2013
Final Walk (Easter)
Now forty lashes - minus one
The torture, anguish has begun.
Thirty-nine lashes, horrid pain,
I can't endure - but won't complain.
A crown of thorn cuts in so deep,
Energy gone, I've got to sleep.
But on my back, a timber placed -
it weighs a ton, blood/sweat I taste.
I feel the cross beside my face.
I cannot walk a faster pace.
Skin open rips - each time I slip,
so tighter, I must keep my grip.
Each step I take is harder still
when trudging up this cruel hill.
The slivers pierce me as I trod,
both big and small - please help me God.
Please give me strength - for Heaven's sake
for every muscle in me aches.
With that huge cross along my back,
my knees give out. My legs go slack.
Exhausted, I can hardly crawl
and then I drop it as I fall.
My shoulder hurts, the pain intense -
then they all stare in awed suspense.
I can't hold it any more
yet I know next, what is in store.
My lungs hurt so, I've lost my breath -
but give me strength before my death.
At the top, I finally rest -
but now this cross, my final test.
I love you all - am faithful still,
right here on top of Calvary's hill.
Yet all the pain endured thus far
cannot erase the sins that are.
Sacrifice, death - wages of sin -
now demand pain on the cross begin.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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louis gander, 2 february 2013
The GUN FIGHT !!
The sun was rising in the east
behind some hitching posts -
and weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
But I wore fancy cowboy duds,
I was a handsome sight.
A crowd of people gathered 'round
to watch this old gun fight.
The street was dead and empty
except for sin and I -
and how I ended up out here,
I'm really not sure why.
A bullet? Very perilous
if we've no self-control -
and sin is much more dangerous,
because it kills the soul.
Now noon met with humidity.
The sun was dry and hot.
Some beads of sweat rolled down my face -
my stomach, in a knot.
But no, I wasn't nervous -
though duel had begun.
I counted out ten paces -
then turned and drew my gun.
But sin is faster, furious -
much quicker than the eye.
Oh please! Dear Lord and Saviour -
I do not want to die!
And then... in just an instant,
I dropped down to my knees.
I fell as peace passed over me
and felt the gentle breeze.
But something stood in front of me.
Its shadow crossed my face.
I then saw Jesus on that cross.
He took my very place.
Ashamed, I dropped my pistol.
My pride was killed that day -
as I pulled off my fancy boots
and flung my hat away.
Now humbled on the dusty street
with crowded eyes on me -
my every pride had vanished as
I learned humility.
In faithfulness, I stood again,
though I was at a loss...
Oh, how could Jesus love me so
from that old rugged cross?
The sun was setting in the west
behind some hitching posts.
And weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
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louis gander, 3 december 2012
A Perfect Masterpiece
Peered I, up to the heavens. So stunned, I stood in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and this is what I saw...
A sight exposing every truth, that made me nearly faint.
A sight, that in a million years, no man could ever paint.
A special, brand new masterpiece that God creates each day.
A special, brand new vision that He gives along my way.
I see a vast creation that is pure outside and in
before His work is tarnished by horrendous, evil sin.
He paints His skies so differently. No two are just the same.
He paints the creatures on the earth - the wild and the tame.
The sunsets over mountain peaks are not identical -
and snowflakes falling from the sky - not precisely equal.
The clouds float freely with the breeze while rolling on thin air.
Though no two skies are just alike, they share the canvas there.
And no two meadows look the same as I walk down His path.
I see no trees identical when grown through nature's wrath.
Not equal are the mountain streams or creatures of the wild.
And so unique the sunsets are - as faces of a child.
So patiently, a flower bud waits ready to unfurl.
A swirl of brilliant petals bloom. I see a little girl.
Her whole life laid in front of her that she became forthwith -
another link within the chain this world had yanked her with.
Priorities had dragged her from her work to shopping mall.
And every day, a masterpiece - yet she had missed them all.
Now richly dressed as all the rest who never seemed to care,
she peered inside a cancer ward and saw young children there.
She saw the face of one small boy with cute and chubby cheeks -
and though the tears had dried away she saw the many streaks.
They washed away the happiness in life so short, but giving -
as sin has made the sky to fall on innocent still living.
God waves His hand across the sky, but have I failed to see -
out way beyond my own routine, beyond my vanity?
God paints a perfect masterpiece on each and every child.
I finally saw His masterpiece when that young child smiled.
Peered I, up to the heavens. Through tears, I prayed in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and that is what I saw...
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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louis gander, 9 september 2012
Adrift!
Waves were crashing everywhere -
port, starboard, forward, aft...
My troubles kept on pouring in,
upon my humble raft.
Typhoon winds of pain whipped up -
first one way, then the other.
My earthly troubles slashed about -
another and another.
Adrift on troubled waters,
but where? I did not know!
Yet here out on the stormy seas -
there was dark death below.
The shark infested waters
that I remember still -
snapped temptations fangs at me
and broke my fragile will.
And then on top of everything,
it couldn't get much worse -
when wet, dense fog surrounded me -
my little faith, a curse.
I screamed from fetal position,
"Do something! Please... You must!"
My fist shook at the Heavens.
I lacked sufficient trust.
I threw my hands up in the air
and wondered, "What's the use?"
Now isn't this the way life goes
as sodden ropes let loose!
The wicked waves tore at the logs.
My raft began to split.
Apart, my hopes were shattered then.
What could I do, but quit?
And then when giving up on life -
I saw - but could it be??
Walking troubled waters there -
my Lord had came toward me!
But raft continued breaking up.
The waves were just too great...
My groping arms flung out to Him -
but I was just too late...
With remnants of my raft adrift -
this Jesus disappeared!
Out in the fog He vaporized -
a sick mirage, I feared.
The gift of life is special -
but eternal life much more.
For Jesus was my sacrifice,
and who that cross was for.
Were hope and faith both obsolete
as waves crashed on my back?
Last remnants of my raft dispersed -
and everything went black.
Engulfed by churning breakers,
my feet touched solid stone...
God's precious love threw me to shore!
I never was alone!
I'm thankful God broke up my raft.
Could I have asked for more?
That raft was really nothing with -
my Jesus on the shore!
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Psalm 23:4
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me."
louis gander, 19 march 2013
The Hourglass
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
as grains of sand slip through.
Who holds our real value -
and have regrets, will you -
as the hourglass stands empty and
the final grain slips through?
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Ecclesiastes 9:12 (NASB) Moreover, man does not know his time: like fish caught in a treacherous net and birds trapped in a snare, so the sons of men are ensnared at an evil time when it suddenly falls on them.
louis gander, 13 january 2013
Erasure Dust
Erasure dust was scattered 'round
my make-shift desk where I was found,
inside my garden court serene,
behind a stand of evergreen.
I should have guessed. I should have known,
mistakes I made were all my own.
I wrote too fast and wrote too long
when pencil slid on paper wrong.
Could all God's people understand?
I tried to move my shaking hand.
To reach lost souls is very tough...
Oh Lord, are these words good enough?
No, back and forth erasure moves,
erasing sins that pencil proved,
that sin's mistakes can ruin lives.
They make a mess as death connives.
And next to rose that set on desk,
erasure dust is so grotesque.
Confused, I was, and ill at ease,
at makeshift desk behind the trees.
The perfect roses, red and pink,
had really made me stop to think.
But if I quit, then life grows still -
so write, I do, and always will.
Though God forgives, the pain remains.
Distracting wrongs bring mental strains.
They bring us pain, great guilt and strife,
but God brings breath, forgiveness, life.
Oh, our mistakes will sometimes be,
yet grace through faith will set us free.
When God brings forth a stiff wind gust
and blows away erasure dust.
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Ephesians 2:8
For by grace you have been saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;
louis gander, 22 october 2012
HIS Hands
"I've cried my eyes out every day.
My burdens, I've out-poured
in never-ending prayers to You.
Why can't You hear me Lord?
"Oh Lord, the stinging hurts me so.
They smear my wounds with salt.
My mind is scarred and You know why.
These burdens aren't my fault.
"And physically, I'm also scarred.
Each hurts a different way.
So tell me... once again I ask,
'Do You hear what I say?'"
"As days go by, I cannot cope.
Will nothing ever change?
If there were different burdens Lord,
I'd happily exchange.
"I'd trade all mine for other ones.
This pain is just too great.
Please let me trade my burdens in,
if it is not too late."
And then I saw my Savior's hands,
cupped high above my head.
He slowly lowered them to me,
and this is what He said.
"If you wish, then I will trade.
Your Savior understands.
I'll take each burden you don't want.
Just place them in my hands."
So collected I, my burdens.
They numbered as the stars.
And just before I threw them in,
I saw those nail scars.
Instinctively, I held them back.
Now I was at a loss...
I cannot trade my burdens for
His day upon the cross.
"Oh come, my dear and troubled child -
come rest in my embrace.
Have faith that I will vanquish them
and I will show you grace."
So once again, still weak in trust,
and hesitant, I feared -
but one by one I set them in
and each one disappeared!
Now I have grace... And burdens? None!
No cross of any kind!
I gave to Jesus everything -
and now have peace of mind.
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 26 january 2013
A Proud American
This poem ain't a good one.
It may be crass and mean -
but if you read a few more lines,
you'll see what I have seen:
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I care about appearance. I'll show off latest trends.
I'll change the way I talk and act impressing all my friends.
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm not a bit insane -
yet clueless as to pricing so I angrily complain.
First I waste my money on some foreign plastic toy -
and then complain there are no jobs in states like Illinois.
I vote for those who give me stuff like total free health care -
then think I won't be paying it (naively unaware)...
I want a king or emperor to handle my provisions -
tell me how to act and think and make all my decisions.
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm just confused with facts.
Just promise me more goodies now. The rich can pay my tax.
Wow! Every time I hear you speak, my knees begin to go.
I faint within your promises - oh, how I love you so!
Just deposit, every month, some cash to my account -
and I'll be so contented. Keep track of my amount!
And 'Bill of Rights" I'll never need - so scrap them all today.
I'm in a state of ecstasy when I hear what you say.
Abortion I don't care about as long as it's not me.
Allow me my vacations so that I can feel free!
My 1st amendment, I can't use. Why bother I, to preach -
that people ought not kill or steal? ( 'cause that's for you to teach ).
And I don't need the 2nd so protect me from my gun.
Shoukl someone point a gun at me, I'll just call 9-1-1.
"Search and seizures" - what are they? You're welcome anytime -
and I won't flush the toilet even once if it's a crime.
The 9th amendment's silly. I have no need for rights -
(nor my responsibilities) - so stop these petty fights.
The 10th amendment, I nix too, awaiting your dictates.
Let's call ourselves "United" and eliminate the "States".
United, we'll be holding hands as one huge human chain -
and simply jump the border here if we spin down the drain.
Though foreign countries snicker, I'll vote again for you.
For I'm a proud American. My insolence shines through!
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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louis gander, 29 january 2013
Circle Of Love
. . . . and bring our love around again in selfless peace that has no end -
as with a circle bright and true, is love of fam'ly, love of friend -
though some may laugh while others grieve, forgiveness we can sure achieve,
through God's vast blessings scattered 'round so those in need can hence receive -
the Son of God who's virgin born - through whip and nails and piercing thorn -
our sacrifice, the ultimate - a perfect Savior, bloody, torn -
because God loved and likewise we, bring certain hope that others see -
these blessings of a risen Lord so that they too could also be
in peace that's pure as snowy dove while singing praise to God above -
while standing faithful hand in hand in this, our circle filled with love . . . .
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 7 february 2013
Patient One
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 -
a hundred years or so...
yet you, my Lord, answered my prayers,
and patience helped me grow.
A million weeds had laughed at me -
yet long ago they passed...
and you, dear Lord, protected me,
just as my prayers had asked.
For many years Your little tree -
was pushed around by weed...
but oh, dear Lord, You strengthened me
and met my every need.
And now today, I tower high.
I'm seen for many miles -
but oh, dear Lord, You taught me well,
and humbled all my smiles.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Psalm 37:7 (NASB) Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.
louis gander, 15 march 2013
Patient One
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 -
a hundred years or so...
yet You, my Lord, answered my prayers,
and patience let me grow.
A million weeds had laughed at me -
yet long ago they passed...
and You, dear Lord, protected me,
just as my prayers had asked.
For many years Your little tree -
was pushed around by weed...
but oh, dear Lord, You strengthened me
and met my every need.
And now today, I tower high.
I'm seen for many miles -
but oh, dear Lord, You've taught me well.
You've humbled all my smiles.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Psalm 37:7 (NASB) Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.
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