Lights Of Christmas 12-16-08

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With people running to and fro
Christmas time would come and go.
All in smiles, in sunshine grow -
but I, in blackness, could not glow.

Inside living differently,
sorting through my mess -
yet nothing changed inside of me
Confused I lived in darkness.

Christmas days - I'd learn to cope,
I'd live through each quite aimless.
But this time though - a speck of hope,
pierced right through my darkness.

This Christmas night - a manger scene,
was lit under the blackness.
I saw it no more as routine -
as something pierced my darkness.

A simple manger in the night
that only God could bless.
And just that little speck of light
pierced right through my darkness.

That night a star - shone up above,
so bright the night could not suppress.
And that was when - a speck of love
pierced right through my darkness.

I saw that day - a baby boy,
Surrounded by all humbleness.
And then I knew - a speck of joy
pierced right through my darkness.

As I felt my sorrows cease,
and knelt there to confess,
was then I felt - a speck of peace
pierced right through my darkness.

I heard behind me snickering
I felt the chilly breeze.
but it was there I saw the light
while praying on my knees.

That blackness in me fell apart.
I knew there at that stable,
a light had pierced my buried heart.
I glow - for He is able.

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Humble Child 12-15-08

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Dreams, a wish, a want and cloud,
I chased a rainbow all allowed....
I saw futility.

Career, work, a job and more,
opportunities, times, an open door....
I grasped futility!

I entered life I could not shut -
in filth and mud - then in a rut....
I wore futility!

I scaled the ladder - oh, so high -
the lights below I couldn't buy....
I lived futility!

In total darkness, there I was -
you asked me "why"? I said "because"....
In full futility!

Then humbled there, I saw a child,
as I looked down, He saw I smiled....
- and then He set me free.

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The Pain Of Sin 12-14-08

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It has started every war.
Don't believe, and see what is in store.
It deceives. It’s rotten to the core.
Sin's killed millions – hundreds of millions -
and it will kill millions more.

Have you ever cried and screamed out loud - to stop man's ugly riot?
Someone lies to everyone. Despite all efforts, you can't forget.
Have you had nightmares, where you're in pain, and break out in a sweat?
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night - when it is all but quiet?

Have you ever cried and screamed out loud - but no one hears a peep?
Someone wrongs you, no one hears - as pain hits bottoms' deep.
Have you had nightmares, where you're in pain, but have no tears to weep?
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night - and can't go back to sleep?

Have you ever cried and screamed out loud? You've heard the same old song.
Someone hurts a lot of folk. You could see it all along....
Have you had nightmares, where you're in pain, though you have done no wrong?
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night - and knew you don't belong?

Have you ever cried and screamed out loud - and yelled, "I told you so!"
but it doesn't do a bit of good - as you hear their hot air blow?
Have you had nightmares, where you're in pain, because of "quid pro quo"?
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night – and sometimes yell out "NO!"?

Have you ever cried and screamed out loud - but it's all inside your head?
Someone kills a lot of folk - and you can see them dead?
Have you had nightmares - where you're in pain? Could it be you instead?
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night - as you see it ahead....?

It has started every war.
Don't believe, and see what is in store.
It deceives. It’s rotten to the core.
Sin's killed millions – hundreds of millions -
and it will kill millions more.

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Where Is The Greater Love? 12-14-08

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Where is the greater love?

when someone hugs another,
when a wee one hugs her mother,
when strangers hug each other?

Where is the greater love?

when a king respects his base,
when two enemies embrace,
when a smile grows on a face?

Where is the greater love?

in those who haven't any clue,
in those who cannot follow through,
in forgiving those who know not what they do?

Where is the greater love?

when truth is now uncovered,
when a babe is soon discovered,
when sacrifice is finally covered?

Where is the greater love?

when one forfeits his very gun,
when presents are for merely fun,
when God gave us His only Son?

Where is the greater love?

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Luke 23:34 "Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."
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Now That's Christmas!! 11-10-08

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Sending the gifts to place under the tree -
or

sending His Son - in place of me?

Presents all wrapped under colorful bows -
or

a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes?

Watching a tree, its flashing star -
or

watching three wise men come from afar?

Seeing a horse pull a grand open sleigh -
or

seeing a babe fast asleep on the hay?

Knowing that children are still waking up -
or

knowing that Jesus must drink from the cup?

Children all screaming at presents galore -
or

people all screaming, their anger outpour?

Children who struggled with patient surprise -
or

Jesus who struggled with tears in His eyes?

Proof there was chocolate I got with a whiff -
or

proof that God loves us with His special Gift?

Gifts from our mother and father we love -
or

gifts of blessings from our Father above?

Sharing the truth with each, one another -
or

sharing Jesus to our sister and brother?

A warm embrace -
or

His matchless grace?

Giving -
or

forgiving?

Now that's Christmas!
The greatest gift!

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World's Apart 11-8-08

EVERY DAY, God shows us our imperfection -
by giving us an imperfect world.

Men with pride, and a world of governments.
Men with deception, and a world of ways to fall off high mountains.
Men with anger, and a world of volcano's.
Men with tempers, and a world of earthquakes.
Men with confusion, and a world of thick, dark rain forests.
Men with hate, and a world of hurricanes and tornado's.
Men with lust, and a world of deserts.
Men with greed, and a world of floods.
Men who are wild, and a world of wild animals.
Men who get drunk, and a world of waters for drowning.

Yes, EVERY DAY, God shows us our imperfection -
by giving us an imperfect world.
However.... INSIDE this imperfect world is yet another world -
of perfection and of beauty and of miracles.

The perfection of an atom.
-of a dry seed planted.
-of the balance of the heavens.

The beauty of a rose.
-of a hummingbird.
-of a sunset.

The miracle of life.
-of healing.
-of the cross.

Only God creates.
Only God heals.
Only God can.

Yes, INSIDE this imperfect world is yet another world -
of perfection and of beauty and of miracles.

Isn't God showing us something?
Do we have eyes?
Isn't God telling us something?
Do we have ears?
Hasn't God proved something?
Do we really know?

Imperfection to show perfection.
Imperfection to understand perfection.
Imperfection to prove perfection.

Can we see the picture here?
Do we hear the message?
Will we ever understand?

Imperfection to perfection.
Outer flesh to the inner heart.
By grace through faith.

Man blames God - but God is Love.
Man sends big earth movers - but God sent Jesus.
Man yearns - but God holds.

The outside world of flesh - to the "heart" of perfection.
Hell and damnation - to everlasting life....
World's Apart.

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Tickled Ears 11-1-08

We do things in life to make our ourselves happy.

remembering also, our friends and our family.

Sometimes we say things to make someone proud.

If others can hear us we might say them loud.

Compromise happens if jobs we must keep,

even though words come in multitudes, cheap.

Here we might bend - or waver some there,

but why does it matter and why should we care?

Sometimes it goes on for years and for years,

as everyone listens with fun-tickled ears.

But truth must ignore both the wink and nod....

Should we care what man thinks - or rather God?

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2 Timothy 4:3 (NASB)

"For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires,"

Child-like Faith 11-1-08

You spanked me when I stole or lied,

yet always hugged me when I cried.

When I knew not just what to do,

I trusted you to see me though.

I felt so safe from all the crime,

as you helped me in your spare time.

Remember visits - Grandma's house,

when I spilled Kool-aid on her blouse?

I remember the circus and clowns;

Elephants, tigers – all the sounds.

I love the animals in our zoo,

but mostly mommy, I love you.

Last year, mom, when I was seven,

You spoke of Jesus, God in Heaven.

Please hold my hand, it's dark tonight.

Jesus holds my other, tight.

Your eyes say I won't make it through,

but I know Jesus loves me too.

You're worried, mom, but please don't be -

Jesus has reached down to me.

I see big scars in the palms of his hands.

He must have worked hard on Heaven's plans.

Forgive me mommy when I wasn't good,

because Jesus did. He understood.

Jesus grips my other hand.

I must let go, He tugs me and -

I wish there was another way -

but let go mommy... it's okay.

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Only One, Times Millions 9-2-08

I sit alone. The birds fly past.
They soar with wings, a world so vast.
I sit alone. A butterfly,
so beautiful, floats silent by.

I sit alone. The breezes blow.
They pass me by, but do not know.
I sit alone, the sky deep blue.
The clouds roll by. I think of you.

I sit alone. No child I know,
for you were taken, long ago.
I sit alone. Who is aware?
Who can change it? Someone care?

I sit alone, the world "removes".
The world ignores, the world approves.
I sit alone, but cannot stay.
The world forgets, so I must pray.

I go alone, just one more tear.
I cry out loud, year after year.
I go alone - now very weak.
I’ve no more tears for either cheek.

I go alone, with millions lost.
Oh, who can stop this holocaust?
I go alone, while one more throat,
is slit again. Who needs my vote?

I go alone. Nothing I say,
can bring you back to me today.
I go alone, but never you,
for you're with God. He saw you through.

only one deathly choice, times millions,
only one abortion, times millions,
only one tiny tear, times millions,
only one repenting, times millions,
only one work of grace, times millions,
only one act of love, times millions,
only one forgiving, times millions,
only one humble prayer, times millions,
only one faithful voice, times millions,
only one good work, times millions,
only one lonely vote, times millions,
- with only one almighty God - not millions…

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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WWJS? 8-10-08

Circumstances do arise,
for all we're going through,
and in response, we ask ourselves,
"What would Jesus do?"

She had faith and touched His hem,
His garment she could feel;
another held his treasures, so
Who did Jesus heal?

Spiritually or worldly -
will God or man we fear;
and when we say our daily prayers,
Who will Jesus hear?

Disciples, they were sleeping,
as Jesus down, did kneel;
sweating then, as drops like blood,
What did Jesus feel?

Hate and anger ruled the crowd,
propelled their sudden haste;
and as they hung Him on the cross,
What did Jesus taste?

Few are humble, many smart,
but vital is this key;
when now He looks into your heart,
What does Jesus see?

To everyone, both you and I,
death calls one final day;
so when we stand before our Judge,
What will Jesus say?

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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This Old Scrap Of Burlap 7-21-08

This big, bright world,
is like a drawer full of lace,
though I feel like a leftover rag;
quite awkward, uneasy,
and so out of place.

Lace is chosen
by those with whom they connect.
and selecting their own special piece;
they want their lives
to be so perfect.

Then stew they will
when things go terribly wrong.
Their lace gets soiled, stained and tattered.
For this worlds special lace
doesn’t last too long.

They’re all sewn up,
still seeking what cannot mend....
But this leftover rag, this old scrap of burlap;
though nowhere near perfect,
is your special friend.

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Where Would I Be? 6-13-08

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Lost in a wilderness without direction?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Thirsting and thirsting with nothing to quench?
What would I be without Jesus?

Storing up treasures that rust and decay?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Hearing no knock as there’s nobody there?
Where would I be without Jesus?

A tree without fruit that will wither and die?
What would I be without Jesus?

A house upon sand washed away by the rain?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Tossing and turning in waves on the sea?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Drooling in anguish and demon possessed?
What would I be without Jesus?

Crippled in body with paralyzed thought?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Drawing a net that is empty of fish?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Without understanding and totally blind?
What would I be without Jesus?

Futilely living on greed, lust and hate?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Weary, heavy-laden with no place to rest?
Where would I be without Jesus?

Among rocks and thorns left to wither away?
What would I be without Jesus?

Without loaves and fishes and nothing to eat?
Who would I be without Jesus?

Tripping and stumbling on life’s rugged trail?
Where would I be without Jesus?

A hopeless lost sheep that is locked up in chains?
What would I be without Jesus?

Hung on a cross and to pay for my sins?
Who would I be without Jesus?

And sentenced to Hades without parole?
Where would I be without Jesus?
What would I be without Jesus?
Who would I be without Jesus?

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Our God Reigns! 4-10-08

Mary was a virgin the angel did adorn...

and Christ was born. (Luke 1)

Peter and Andrew, fishermen, and in the net they hauled...

for Jesus called. (Matt 4)

The storm was fierce. On deck the waves had swept...

but Jesus slept. (Matt 8)

The disciples were frightened and thought that they'd be killed...

but Jesus stilled. (Matt 8)

Seeing something on the water Peter questioned, talked...

but Jesus walked. (Matt 14)

So Peter stepped out - and tried he would...

but Jesus could. (Matt 14)

A multitude, five thousand! The disciples unprepared...

but Jesus shared. (Matt 14)

There were only two fish and five loaves of bread...

but Jesus fed. (Matt 14)

Lazarus had died. Four days in a tomb, was kept...

and Jesus wept. (John 11)

They thought it all impossible. They had it all appraised...

But Jesus raised. (John 11)

The disciples would not realize and off to sleep they'd fade...

but Jesus prayed. (Mark 14)

The cup didn't pass and betrayed by a kiss...

Would He remiss? (Luke 22)

Pilate questioned. He hurt the peoples pride...

so Jesus died. (Matt 27)

To stop another miracle, because He many healed...

the stone was sealed. (Matt 27)

The linen lay there neatly. The stone was rolled away...

to their dismay. (Matt 28)

Though dead from head down to His toes...

yes, Jesus rose. (Matt 28)

A lifetime full of miracles - yet some still doubted much...

so Thomas touched. (John 20)

A still, small voice is calling, though the world hates -

He still awaits. (1 Kings 19)

Jesus healed many. The faithful He forgives -

because He lives! (Matt 28)

He loosens all sins darkest chains.

Yes, hallelujah! Our God reigns! (Psalm 47)

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ONE WAY 3-19-08

It's my job to make a living -
rise up and not digress;
The owner wants my very best,
and him I must impress.

If I'm to take up my own cross,
if I'm to be like Him;
then I should do a wee bit more
than sing my favorite hymn....

On one hand I'm to follow God,
on the other, pay my bills.
Have I been so conditioned that -
I forgot abortion kills?

Does Jesus shed a little tear
for every child who dies?
And what was I so busy at
I failed to hear the cries?

Some day I must ask myself,
“Who IS my real boss?”
What pieces do I still take up -
the silver or the cross?

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(NASB) Matt. 27:

3 Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders,

4 saying, "I have sinned by betraying innocent blood."

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Now Me 2-3-08

I say that I love Jesus, and pray to Him each day.

But how can I love Jesus when I'm going my own way?

Do I really trust Him now, and do I really share -

Or ignore the 'least of these' and really do not care?

Can I wait another day to save a soul from death?

But who gives me tomorrow when I'm guaranteed no breath?

So why do I hold onto what - enslaves me to my wants?

And why do I so selfishly - hold to what Satan flaunts?

I cry when I see Jesus - who I've replaced with toys...

I cry when all alone I sit - without His greatest joys...

I cry when I see Jesus - my actions all deny...

I cry when I look to the cross - against the darkened sky...

I cry when I see Jesus - who I've replaced with chores...

I cry when all alone I sit - while blessings He outpours...

I cry when I see Jesus - I fall upon my face...

I cry when I look at His love - unbridled by His grace...

I cry when I see Jesus. My faults, can list them all...

I cry when I look to His face - and how He took my fall...

I cry when I see Jesus - my efforts fall short of...

I cry when I look to His face - yet floods me with His love...

I cry to Him when I am down. I cry to Him up there.

I cry to Him. I cry to Him. I cry my every prayer...

I cry when I am fastened down - as sin has tempted me...

I cry when I look to His face. From chains He sets me free!

I say that I love Jesus, and pray to Him each day.

But how can I love Jesus when I'm going my own way?

Do I really trust Him now, and do I really share -

Or ignore the 'least of these'? So do I really care?

Can I wait just one more day - to save a soul from death?

But who gives me tomorrow when I'm guaranteed no breath?

So why do I hold onto what - enslaves me to my wants?

And why do I so selfishly - hold to what Satan flaunts?

My faith cannot be split in two. I am not on the fence.

I'm hot or cold, but not lukewarm. Does that make any sense?

I've heard - or cannot hear. I'm blind – or I can see.

I'm either trusting in my God - or not. He sends now me.

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One Week To Live 9-13-07

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If I had but only, one week to live,

Would I be discouraged - or ready to give?

Would I selfishly ponder all that I'd missed,

Or earnestly pray for those in my midst?

On the first day:

Would I know that life was not fun and games,

(There's a Heaven and Hell and its wicked flames).

And know I'd be wrong - if I didn't tell you,

All of God's mercy - how He can save you?

On the second day:

Would I ask forgiveness from those I had hurt,

In sinful, cold actions which cannot revert,

And knowing there's nothing that I can do now,

But asking forgiveness that they might allow?

On the third day:

Would I be forgiving to all who wronged me,

From each Godly soul to my last enemy,

Searching the endless curved rainbow of views,

And putting myself in their very own shoes?

On the fourth day:

Would I be so thankful for each day God gives,

And faithfully proving that Jesus still lives,

Who forgave me fully with grace so immense,

Each day I first loved Him and from this day hence?

On the fifth day:

Would I be so loving (so long overdue),

To all God's creation - especially you,

Praying that some day you might understand,

His vast awe and power He holds in His hand?

On the sixth day:

Would I, on my knees, now so humble myself,

Discarding all needs and my wants on the shelf,

To whisper a prayer and ask God to begin,

A still, small voice in your heart deep within?

On that final day:

On that very last day, would I still be in prayer,

Until sunset comes - with twilight not there?

Yes, God will call swiftly - take you away too,

but don’t be excited - you know it's all true.

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Out Of The Rut 9-5-07

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His yoke is easy. His burden is light.
until we come in and say we are right.
Just like the Pharisee’s that had the right answer,
deceiving them selves like death from a cancer.

There are songs about Jesus. Many more of His love,
but to us are meaningless - if not looking above.
There are songs about God. Many more of His grace.
Again, all are meaningless - if we can't see His face.

We dig our rut in knowledge and follow it for years.
The answers few - but dig we do - as questions bring more tears.
We plow down deep for meaning and sing our merry song,
confused - and not amusing - for us who are so wrong.

But we continue digging, with blinders on our head,
plodding forward fervently - with selfish want unfed.
We dig and dig from college on. We earn a new degree,
but can't believe, nor have that faith, without humility.

Opinions and beliefs are ours - the former to the latter.
We believe what ‘ere we want. All else just doesn't matter.
After all, we know it all. We've learned it all in college....
but nothing replaces a childlike faith. That God will acknowledge.

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Matthew 11:25 [ Rest for the Weary ] At that time Jesus said,
"I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children."

Matthew 18: 2) He called a little child and had him stand among them.
3) And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children,
you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
4) Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5) And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me."

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The Great Reward 9-1-07

In Jesus' day (some time ago),
there were no toys or balls to throw.
There were no bikes or baby chairs,
erector sets or teddy bears.

No strollers rolled down dirt streets.
No snacks to munch on for their treats.
No marbles, checkers, kaleidoscope -
yet every child learned to cope.

They didn't have those spinning tops,
nor ice cream cones or lolly pops,
no toy soldiers, dolly names,
movie shows, computer games.

They never missed their favorite show.
They never saw a night light glow.
They didn't feel the least depraved
when pizza wasn't micro waved.

They didn't ski, go out for sports,
have special shoes, designer shorts.
Suspenders held their trousers up.
They said, "yes sir" and never "yup".

Words weren't written on their shirts,
or on their shorts right where it hurts,
but in their heart's most inner core,
so non-existent anymore.

They didn't own a motorboat -
but had their cow, their hen, their goat.
Our pets today eat so much better.
They're not used for coat or sweater.

They didn't know they acted "cool".
No dirt bikes then ran out of fuel.
Before they learned what dirt could yield,
they pulled by hand the rocks from field.

They didn't have to mow the lawn
or pull the weeds 'til they were gone -
though at times they might be fickle,
cutting hay with father's sickle.

No birthday cakes with frosting glitter.
Those veggies really weren't so bitter.
Now don't forget the outdoor "john".
All summer long, no AC on.

And faucets just did not exist.
They carried buckets in their fist.
Kids learned to work just like an ox -
and often without shoes or socks.

They worked to learn and did their best
and had no cushy couch for rest.
No Frisbee’s, yoyo's, or a sled -
but so content to go to bed.

On cold nights, they got a chill.
No doctors came when they got ill.
So now you know what kids had then -
yet thanked the Lord and said "Amen".

They learned their Bible inside out
and really didn't go without.
Rewards were great - not like today,
when kids had much more time to pray.

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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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Our Church Doors 12-20-06

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At our Church there are two doors -
there is both "in" and "out".
On either side it may be still,
or you might hear a shout.

So what's the difference you might ask,
-betwixt the other side?
You'll find that one is very different,
and the other side denied.

It's your choice which side you choose.
Indifference won't convey.
You won't stand in the doorway.
You cannot block the way.

Each one of us - individually,
is full of love or hate.
It's a personal decision -
not based in unknown fate.

Some choose to lie and steal.
Some choose to rule and scare.
Others choose the truthful way,
and humbly kneel in prayer.

Terrorists may come inside,
and havoc they can raise;
but never fear - the love and strength,
of God who gets our praise.

When we go out, let's show God's love,
and smile from ear to ear;
never holding back the truth,
-and not retaining fear.

In boldness we must always seek,
whether dark and bleak;
and focus on the rugged cross,
-turning the other cheek.

So what side do you stand on?
In God do you believe?
If on Heaven's truth you win,
but on Satan's deceiving, grieve.

With every door, there are two sides.
That's what it's all about.
We cannot serve two masters.
- We're either in or out.

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