Good Morning! 8-5-09

Can I rise to face today,
when I hear all the things they say?

Can I fathom one more day,
despite the stubborn and their way?

Can I survive this world's decay,
with all the laws in disarray?

Can I get up - is it okay,
go back to sleep or walk away?

Can I just work another day,
for one small check - my measly pay?

Can I get up with skies so gray,
and face the torture - come what may?

Can I give up and can I pray,
"I trust Your 'will' and trust Your way?"

Can I look up and can I say,
"I'm humbly Yours and will obey?"

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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If I Were God.... 1-19-2009

Bad things happen every day,

on waves and solid sod -

This world is in such disarray -

but not if I were God.

People fall off mountains -

People fall in ditches -

People fall for anything -

but not if I were God.

People will get greedy -

People will get sad -

People will get lonely -

but not if I were God.

People get diseases -

People get depressed.

People get so bothered -

but not if I were God.

People hurt so often -

People hurt so much -

People hurt each other -

but not if I were God.

No, if I were God,

there'd be no mountains.

there'd be no valleys,

lakes or drinking fountains.

No one would fall off of,

fall into, or drown.

No, if I were God,

you'd never, ever frown.

If I were God,

there'd be 'garden of Eden',

all would be happy,

with nobody leavin'.

If I were God,

you could do what you please,

there wouldn't be plagues,

locusts or fleas.

Yes, if I were God,

you'd sing la-la-la,

because I'd create

utopia.

Don't worry that you'd never be challenged.

Don't worry that you'd get a bit bored.

Don't worry that you'd be a robot -

with brains as dense as a board.

So did God have other intentions?

Does 'free will' mean much at all?

Did Jesus give us a challenge?

And are we to answer His call?

©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Matthew 9:37 (KJV)

Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;

Depressions' Book 3-20-07

Are you feeling really cheery -

just like the men of old?

Or are you filled with sin's debris?

Just how's your story told?

Who writes the story of your life?

Who maps your many miles?

Who slashed your insides with a knife?

Who brings you down with trials?

It's always someone else's fault -

It's never ours to claim.

So go on curse - and then assault.

Your friends must be to blame....

Your life is in such disarray.

At times you're feeling blue.

Because you chose your selfish way,

blame must be placed on you.

With deep despair and sinful strife,

your insides churn and burn.

Is that the story of your life -

and you've no place to turn?

So many think they know it all,

they answer every whim.

But those who conquer big and small

have put their faith in Him.

Your whole life's story, who will write?

Who'll map your many miles?

Give God your pen, it's quite alright -

He'll bring you many smiles....

Several people read your book,

each day more print occurs -

so do you know the path you took?

Was roadway, His or yours?

It's your story, it's disclosed,

and every day it's read -

but when God flips the cover closed,

you'll be completely dead.

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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