The Ceiling Fan 5-30-12

I felt just like a ceiling fan -

just spinning 'round and 'round,

running, circling, whirling,

not making any sound.

Endlessly, I spun and spun.

I knew life wasn't fair!

I was going through the motions,

not getting anywhere!

I knew I, much more worthy, was,

should I'd been called upon,

but stuck here on the ceiling, I

was merely hanging on...

The weeks and months had turned to years

but who was I to kid?

I'd done the same thing every day

and that was all I did.

Now one day when my chain was pulled

I simply was too tired.

I don't know what came over me,

I thought I was still wired.

My owner came and took me down.

I finally got a ride!

I saw new sights!  My dreams came true!

My eyes grew very wide!

I wanted so, to travel -

but this was not the way!

Oh, I was heading to the dump!

I want another day!

I promised I would spin around.

I promised I would try!

I said, "Do not give up on me,

for I'm too young to die!"

But I was not so lucky.

All my hopes were dashed.

He threw me in a dumpster with,

the hot and putrid trash.

I sat there quite awhile and

I prayed so hard and long.

I gave up on a miracle -

until 'He' came along.

He carried me back to his house

and then He took me in.

He held me very gentle, then

He fixed up all my sin.

Oh yes, I'm still a ceiling fan,

and spinning endlessly -

and though I know life isn't fair,

I'll ever happy, be!

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Romans 6:4 (NASB)

 Therefore we have been buried with Him through baptism into death,

so that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father,

so we too might walk in newness of life.

E and M 5-28-12

Here,

take the letters 'E' and 'M'

and you will plainly see -

that if you switch the letters 'round,

you'll get a word called 'ME'.

Meaningless, the 'E' and 'M'

unless they're switched around.

They have a different meaning and

of course, a different sound.

Now though the word 'ME' supersedes

the letters you can see.

the meaning of this simple word

is greater far than 'ME'.

For 'ME' is such a simple word

and if I have no breath -

there won't be any living 'cause

without life there is death.

So, 'life' is even greater than

a pile of all our words -

for living in His image is

as farthing for two birds.

Two birds that are not purchased

will fall to desert sod,

but grace is breath for you and 'ME'

and it is all of God.

So,

if 'ME' is more than letters,
and 'life' is more than 'ME',
and God is more than life itself,
then it's all plain to see.
If meaningful, this profound truth
then what are we to do?
What does life eternal mean
and who is God to you?

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Matthew 10:29 (KJV)

"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?

and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father."

My Little Box 5-23-12

I cannot prove the miracles
behind salvation's locks,
but if I could, here's what you'd see
inside my little box...

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If I pulled out, a piece of cross

with blood stains smeared about,

if I had all the photos here,

so you would have no doubt,

if I had froze the moment that

they nailed Him to the cross,

so you could see that gruesome pain

as shadows passed across,

if I had casts from footprints there,

the cross and where it stood,

if I had pulled those massive nails

from deep within the wood,

if I had here the crown of thorns

they pressed down on His head,

so you could know the torment and

the flowing crimson red,

if I had froze that sunset

and showed their facial fear,

if I could show you nail prints

and Jesus' final tear,

if I had filmed the thunder

and veil that ripped in two -

that whole occurrence thoroughly -

to play it back for you,

if I could fill emotions with

the blackness of the tomb,

if I had breathed the fragrance in,

exhaled the old perfume,

if I could pull the linens out

and hold them in my hand,

or show a relic of the stone

so you would understand,

if I took out, in brilliant hue,

a painting so profound,

if I could sing in perfect pitch

with great harmonic sound,

if I had grasped an ocean breeze

beyond the longest docks,

so you could smell its freshness here

inside my little box,

if I held high His halo

and proved His torture wrong,

if I had seized that moment and

then wrote the perfect song,

if I had found the precise words

that Jesus has for you,

then I could prove the love of God

and testify it true.

No...  God requires something else -

a loving, faithful heart -

so grab your eyes and pluck them out,

and rip your box apart!

He sets our anxious mind at ease,

and offers all of us -

a personal relationship,

of peace and faithfulness.

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If we can see, then we believe -

yet Jesus wills that we,

would never follow with our eyes,

but rather faithfully.

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Grace Awaits 5-20-12

A little child is hungry,

but mother's flying high -

illegal drugs and alcohol

as many beers go by.

A little child is beaten,

but no one hears his cry.

the beatings simply never quit

as many tears go by.

A little child is confused

by yet another guy,

with screaming, fights and arguments

as many fears go by.

A little child becomes a teen,

and sees his best friend die -

the only life the child knows

as many peers go by.

A little child grows in greed.

The world knows not why,

but he becomes quite popular

as many cheers go by.

Another child goes to church

in Sunday suit and tie.

Through love, correction, learns respect

as many jeers go by.

But God sees faith and righteousness

while others steal and lie -

yet grace awaits with patience as

the many years go by...

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Dear Friends 5-12-12

Dear Friends,

When Jesus stepped into my dream

last night while I was sleeping,

I saw the radiance in His face -

however, He was weeping.

I wondered what had happened,

I wondered what occurred,

but when I asked Him why He was,

He never said a word.

I asked if He was hurting.

With that, He nodded 'yes'.

I asked Him many questions, but

He wanted me to guess.

So after many guesses,

with answers short and long -

I searched more answers far and near,

but all of them were wrong.

Now this, I had to figure out,

and learn it on my own.

I finally found the reason -

and it, I should have known.

It hit me like a ton of bricks -

my sins, the reason why.

The tears He cried had made me sick.

Another left His eye.

So then, I started crying -

but He reached out His hands.

His fingers touched my now wet cheeks,

He smiled so widely and -

He placed His thumbs along my nose,

and then said, "Do not fear."

And with His thumbs beneath my eyes,

He wiped away each tear.

Now that, dear friends, is endless love,

forgiveness, comfort, grace -

and there's no work that He requires.

I won't forget His face.

We must have faith in God alone.

There's no 'work' we can do.

But why must Jesus hurt so much?

...Well, that's so we don't have to.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Erasure Dust 5-9-12

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.

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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;

A Younger Poet 5-1-12

I dab some ink on end of quill,

and draft a poem right until,

my paper stack is all used up

and empty is my coffee cup.

My hand that shakes all on its own,

is held in place by fragile bone

so every verb and every noun

is marred when they are written down.

It seems to me to be so cruel,

for such a weak and senile fool,

with varicose and bulging veins

with all my many aches and pains,

to write more words until they're right

this poetry - despite my sight,

that grows so weak so often now.

I wonder if I still know how...

Yet may my writing not disguise

that God is good and God is wise -

for God has blessed and has in store

His endless grace and all the more.

We often think we know it all

and brag before our humble fall -

yet may we learn this simple truth:

that ink can change a prideful youth.

So I will write 'til truth is taught

and everlasting grace is sought.

Before I die, for what it's worth,

I'll pray for one more poets birth -

to carry on, to take my place,

to teach more youth of every race.

So dab I ink, on end of quill,

until a younger poet will...

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