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Saturday, March 25, 2006

Voices from God 3-25-06


It was a quiet Sunday morning, I was not the least bit lost;
But I heard some children singing, that had warmed the morning frost.

I was just around the corner, just behind some oak and birch,
When I heard those children sing out from that little country Church.

It stood between the grocers, and a little barbershop;
As its steeple rose above it all, ascending there on top.

Its cross was seen for miles, from around the countryside,
And the evidence of its power was witnessed there inside.

All the children's voices rang - with sincere, persistent calls,
As they carried through the valley - from behind those painted walls,

As I came a little closer, I could see above the dew,
Some pedestrians had stopped, as they listened to them too.

I had thought that I was busy. My schedule was quite full;
But I didn't dare to walk on by, as I sensed a tender pull.

I heard the soft, sweet whisper when the bells began to ring.
Right there inside those cedar doors, I found the Lord, my King.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, March 13, 2006

Move Your Mountain 3-13-06


The youth seem to covet the future,
old women reside in the past;
the rest of us, merely foolish,
-for running through life so fast.

If our heart is into tomorrow,
or mind is stuck in a braid;
the page that is holding today,
is blank or surely will fade.

Youth hurriedly flips all the pages,
her mother stores volumes of books...
It's no wonder we wind up so empty,
-with tired and sorry old looks.

The chapter of greed we must close,
so surrender, it can't win the fight;
we're to write on God's great creation,
as a stream reflecting His light.

The big world is round for a reason,
we know that there isn't an end...
The Heavens do not have a ceiling,
and there's nothing on earth to defend.

So carry your burdensome mountain,
a little bit farther, I'd say;
for you will not move tomorrow,
-the little you've moved it today.

Yet within a small, tiny seed,
in potential to greatly outweigh;
and if planted deep down inside us,
faith will lighten the way.

Tomorrow is just for your planning,
as yesterday's over and gone...
so write as a stream very faithful;
-beginning in prayers before dawn.

Today’s page was given to you.
Don't simply write down your dream;
but rather through reams of endless faith,
move your mountain with your stream.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 17:20 And He said to them, "Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed,
you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.