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IF, for someone that I love, I do for them some good,
How should I feel afterward - if I’m misunderstood?
IF, for someone that's a friend, I lend a helping hand,
How would I feel afterward - if more they would command?
IF, for someone that I know, I encourage and advise,
How would I feel afterward - if they screamed selfish cries?
IF, for strangers I should meet, and their anger wished my head,
How would I feel afterward - would I love them all instead?
IF, for enemies that I see, as I save their life, am maimed,
How would I feel afterward - if for their bruises, I were blamed?
How do I feel toward God Almighty - who gave His only Son?
Do I really thank Him for His gift - or do I wallow in my fun?
Do I misunderstand, command of Him, or blame when things go wrong?
Or love another as He so loved - as His witness all life long?
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
IF 4-29-07
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
God Loves Me 4-25-07
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When I was just a little child, so many years ago,
joy and gladness filled my face wherever I would go.
I never had to worry. I had no earthly care.
I'd play all day and then that night, I'd say my evening prayer.
But then, as I grew older, some pain would fill my face,
I'd scrape my knees and elbows - once broke mom's pretty vase.
Then passing through my teenage years, I learned so very much,
but opinions got the best of me and stole the Masters touch.
Years had passed - and decades too - in my tenacious life.
Oh, I had pounded my own drum and blew my little fife.
Like a tree with trunk and limbs - I knew each branch, their twigs.
I grew in all directions - in twisted zags and zigs.
As God exposed His beauty - in me, in every leaf,
I soaked up all that certainty, with faith in my belief.
One by one leaves opened, full proof for all to see -
but I forgot about my roots and what God's plan might be.
One day while sitting on my throne - in educated bliss....
I wondered (Bible in my hands) what secret did I miss?
I panted in my studies. I prayed in earnest pleas....
It hit me like a ton of bricks - and crushed me to my knees.
My mighty tree had crashed in vain. It timbered from the sky....
Yes, only God knows everything – every truth and lie.
God found that long lost child once more as tears poured down my cheeks,
and I found that special joy again. I listen when He speaks.
I follow in His footsteps. I let his Spirit heal -
and once again, as long before, the Master's touch I feel.
In faith I lay me down to sleep - my deathbed He can see,
and nothing really matters now, except that God loves me.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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When I was just a little child, so many years ago,
joy and gladness filled my face wherever I would go.
I never had to worry. I had no earthly care.
I'd play all day and then that night, I'd say my evening prayer.
But then, as I grew older, some pain would fill my face,
I'd scrape my knees and elbows - once broke mom's pretty vase.
Then passing through my teenage years, I learned so very much,
but opinions got the best of me and stole the Masters touch.
Years had passed - and decades too - in my tenacious life.
Oh, I had pounded my own drum and blew my little fife.
Like a tree with trunk and limbs - I knew each branch, their twigs.
I grew in all directions - in twisted zags and zigs.
As God exposed His beauty - in me, in every leaf,
I soaked up all that certainty, with faith in my belief.
One by one leaves opened, full proof for all to see -
but I forgot about my roots and what God's plan might be.
One day while sitting on my throne - in educated bliss....
I wondered (Bible in my hands) what secret did I miss?
I panted in my studies. I prayed in earnest pleas....
It hit me like a ton of bricks - and crushed me to my knees.
My mighty tree had crashed in vain. It timbered from the sky....
Yes, only God knows everything – every truth and lie.
God found that long lost child once more as tears poured down my cheeks,
and I found that special joy again. I listen when He speaks.
I follow in His footsteps. I let his Spirit heal -
and once again, as long before, the Master's touch I feel.
In faith I lay me down to sleep - my deathbed He can see,
and nothing really matters now, except that God loves me.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Saturday, April 7, 2007
I'd Better Think Some More 4-7-07
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I'm made each day to go to work beyond my comfy door;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to watch my neighbors with possessions by the score;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to get down on my knees to clean a dirty floor;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to lie awake at night and know my spouse can snore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to cross the farmyard to work another chore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to wait both hand and foot, my child I so adore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to turn the other cheek. From cruelty I'm sore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to cross the ocean shore to fight another war;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I've worked my fingers to the bone and built up my rapport;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I donate sacrificially - more offerings are in store;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I've still no flawless sacrifice. No works I can outpour;
And if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
My God had sent His Perfect One - and that I can't ignore.
So if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more....
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
God Never Fails 4-5-07
When it rains it pours, but God never fails....
The world crashes down when my trials abound -
the winds could fill the sails...
When it rains it pours, but God never fails....
The world crashes down when my trials abound -
as breezes turn into gales...
When it rains it pours, but God never fails....
The world crashes down when my trials abound -
when I think it's over, it hails...
When it rains it pours, but God never fails....
When they took Him down and removed His crown –
who cared about the old nails?
So who cares when it pours? My effort fails!
Now when I’m down, I turn over my frown -
as my storm in comparison pales…
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