Searching? 9-3-11

Searching near and searching far,

but only for the things that are,

still searching...

Searching highs and searching lows,

but only where the world goes,

still searching...

Searching for a miracle,

but only in the physical,

still searching...

Searching life more wonderful,

but not a life more meaningful,

still searching...

Searching for the real things,

but only through life's sinful stings,

still searching...

Searching for a sacrifice,

but only at a cheaper price,

still searching...

Searching for it still today,

but only for the easy way,

still searching...

Searching leaven or unleavened,

but only selfishly for Heaven,

still searching...

Searching for His Holy ground,

searching always, never found,

still searching...

Searching? We can anyplace -

but only God still offers grace.

Stop searching.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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But Have I Loved? 9-25-11

I've read a Book that was read by millions.

I've seen a painting that was seen by millions.

I've sung a hymn that was sung my millions.

But have I loved?

For with LOVE comes sacrifice,

and with sacrifice comes much sorrow,

and with much sorrow comes many tears,

and with many tears comes vast emptiness,

and with vast emptiness comes more agony,

and with more agony comes horrid pain,

and with horrid pain comes suffering, 

and with suffering comes a cross.

A cross that PROVES love.

PROOF through an only begotten Son -

who sacrificed,

who forgave, 

who died,

who rose again,

who loves me more than ever,

who wants me to experience just one short inch in His sandals,

and take one faint breath on my humble cross,

so that I may also learn how to love.

I've not authored a book that was read by millions.

I've not painted a picture that was seen by millions.

I've not arranged a hymn that was sung my millions.

But have I Loved?

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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1 Corinthians 13:13 (NASB)
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three;

but the greatest of these is love. 

Heather 9-21-11

The wedding went so perfect,

despite the plans and rush.

Her wedding gown, exquisite,

so elegant and plush.

Heather was so beautiful -

her hair, so perfect set.

And he, the perfect gentleman.

My thoughts... of when they met.

Each other, they respected.

They were the perfect pair.

And none could break these two apart -

each others lives they'd share.

They love each other deeply.

Their prayers ascend above -

Their children? Little angels!

And they have all my love.

...

But then my dream had shattered

as I lay in my bed.

I live not in a fairy tale -

but the real world instead.

My Heather had no children -

and that, I know because -

she wasn't ever married.

Her husband never was.

No, Heather had no wedding -

She never had a choice.

My Heather was aborted.

I never heard her voice.

So please allow my wisdom

for just a moment more -

I live with my decision -

a choice I so deplore.

This memory that I live with,

still pains me yet today.

A life that God created,

I chose to take away.

(written for the mother and moms who can still love their baby)

 ©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Too Many Flowers? 9-15-11

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,

perfume and nose, we meet. 

I find myself among them as

they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.

My eyes saw every kind.

Now vivid colors capture me

like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.

I take a closer peek.

I find that every flower here

is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.

I'm torn at what I see.

I've stepped on many flowers and

they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,

no longer to be smelled,

no longer to be photographed,

no longer to be held. 

Again I spy a single one -

this trampled one instead.

I know that it will always be -

forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet

which trampled every kind -

Oh, how could I avoid them all -

with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?

Are those I trampled missed?

Are there too many babies?

Are those aborted kissed?

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Genesis 1:1 (KJV)

"In the beginning, God created..." 

Pauper, King or I 9-14-11

From New York, Cairo or Beijing,

and whether pauper, me or king -

You can find us when we're lost -

and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -

for oh, so little faith, have I.

All jumbled with mistakes today,

I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -

their stomachs speak until their fed.

The servants jump when their king calls

as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -

but who can hear my words, but me?

I'm so confused and so resigned -

Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,

pray Your answers calm my fears.

I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,

I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -

that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.

My life is mixed up, a montage -

is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.

I need a special, loving hug.

Though even with a sincere kiss,

I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -

I really have no place to turn.

So stumble I, the narrow, straight,

until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,

and why You listened, I don't know -

for You have seen the way I live,

so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 3:16 (KJV)

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

His Painting 9-5-11

Alone, the sun rises

over people unknown.

Although they ignore it,

its sunlight is thrown,

over the river and

through the faint fog,

like lone little flowers

on top a dead log,

growing so freely,

so gentle, so bright -

as God's great creation

is seen from His light.

Some hovering noises

seem somewhat bizarre,

trespassing nature

in places afar -

while God, the Great Artist
keeps painting His way -

another day passes

just like yesterday.

A bright colored sunset

surrounds a lone loon.

Reflected on water

His bright crescent moon.

Now stars hold God's canvas

while brush strokes so grand,

paint vivid colors

with love's perfect hand.

And God - although we

cannot even imagine -

prepares us a place, in

His painting called 'Heaven'.

So things we see here

will seem dreary and gray,

compared to this painting
that'll 'blow us away'!

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 14:2 (KJV)

In my Father's house are many mansions:

if it were not so, I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you.