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Showing posts with label Guilt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guilt. Show all posts

Sunday, November 4, 2012

An Old Abandoned Cabin 11-4-12


Nestled in a valley in a clearing of large oak,
while sunlight touched but treetops where the baby robins woke,
stood an old abandoned cabin that had seen some better days,
had once seen better fam'lies and had once seen better ways.
A little stream meandered by with water clean and pure
that seemed to say, "Come drink from me.  Your problems, I will cure."
And sparkled bright, the diamonds that had glistened in the sky,
as did the dew on God's green earth that blessed the patient eye.

Hither, yon the squirrels worked and did what squirrels do.
They shared their ample spacious trees where little finches flew -
where trees wore brilliant yellow, red and golden colored suits
where leaves had wiggled in the breeze among leftover fruits.
But when the sun had cleared the hill and peeked between the trees
exposing all the guilt of man and sin that Heaven sees -
it brought to light the darkness deep inside those timbered wall,
where dust and cobwebs fought a war and won man's mighty fall.

Now just a second, let's step back and tell me how they can -
how tiny little spiders beat the big and mighty man?
Just maybe, man with ego big, was thought too big to fail -
and now the dust and spiderwebs own every board and nail.
That cabin once was filled with 'men', with love and life and health,
but now sits there abandoned and long gone his pride and wealth.
I once knew well the fam'ly who had lived inside those walls
of that abandoned cabin where our Savior's voice still calls.

If mighty man's big head was pulled along with his conceit
from clouds so he'd descend back down and settle on his feet -
then maybe he could still enjoy the cabin in the trees
and persevere through patience with the autumn colored leaves -
that dance above the cabin roof, that seem to taunt en mass -
to each and every one of us until possessions pass -
that man was beaten down by bugs who haven't any clue
that God is still in full control over me and you...

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Friday, August 10, 2012

Dusk To Dawn 8-10-12


Why at dusk did Your evening sunset overwhelm the blue -
and how did I miss, with sunlight's fade, our dimming friendship too?

Why did the grasses so appear 'greener on the other side'
and how did You seem so far away - beyond the deserts wide?

Why did I always rivers ride, with every twist and bend -
and how was it all futility with needs that never end?

Why did I go my selfish way and how'd I cut my path -
right over the worst terrain I found, only to find Your wrath?

Why did Your roses lose their scent and how'd our friendship wilt -
and how when with repentance here, did truth exacerbate guilt?

Why did I seek man's wisdom when my stomach grew to yearn
then question straight and narrow path that lost my chance to learn?

Why did my heart seem hardened so and how'd I grow so old -
waiting for all Your answers here in this frigid midnight cold?

Why did the chills surround me so and shiver every bone
and how did Your stars stare down at me and make me feel alone?

How did the darkness blanket me though moon and stars shone bright
to seemingly mock my presence here?  It didn't seem quite right...

No longer will I cut my path nor crawl through desert sand.
I walk beside still waters here, beside You, hand in hand.

It's easy to say 'Forgive me', but hard to be sincere,
still harder to walk the narrow, harder yet to persevere.

But peering to the Heavens now and awed by what I see -
I'm so content in knowing that You're right down here with me.

I know Your love, Your faithfulness, Your brilliant haloed face -
and faith reveals that dawn has come with morning sun, Your grace.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Monday, July 4, 2011

My Eraser 7-4-11


Every day I make mistakes -
they often make me ill -
but my eraser's here atop, my
error driven pencil.
It fixes all my mixed-up thoughts,
and every misspelled word -
and makes more space for other thoughts,
before my words are heard.

My eraser though, lacks power,
to fix my evil side.
It cannot mend my sinful scars -
I know, because I tried.
I frantically attempted -
but then to my dismay,
I watched as my eraser wore
entirely away.

Sin stains our selfish motives,
then guilt comes as a flood,
but erasers cannot help us -
removing sin takes blood.
And Jesus does that best of all.
Erasing takes no skill.
No, we cannot erase our sin -
but Jesus can, and will.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Halleluja! 3-25-09


Lord,

You knew all my excuses.
You knew my weaknesses.
You knew all my feeble cries.
You knew my many, many lies.

You know what our duties are.
You knew me there, from afar.
You knew my every failure.
You knew my every cure.

You knew all my futile years.
You knew my tired painful ears.
You knew my heavy heartache.
You knew I was just another fake.

You knew my best, my dearest friend.
You knew the end, the very end.
You knew my feeble, sorry prayer.
You knew that deathly, stale air.

You knew my wall, between us built.
You knew inside my head, the guilt.
You knew all my greatest fears.
Only You could wipe away the tears -

Tears that flowed for several weeks.
Tears that flowed down guilty cheeks.
Tears that stopped when I ran out -
but one day - finally saw the drought.

A drought that came when God imparted.
A drought that saw me soften hearted.
A drought that halted sacrifice slaughter -
as You gave freely - living water!

Living water so graciously given.
Living water - for me, forgiven.
Living water - for faithful few -
as living water flows on through -

to tears of joy (no sin within).
Tears of happiness flow again.
Tears I can fully, well afford.
Halleluja! Praise the Lord!!

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

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Reflection 6-12-07

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Feeling sad and lonely?
Do wrinkles own your face?
Does guilt still stalk your sinful past -
temptations big disgrace?
Focus on our Father as
He puts us in this place.
He knows what He is doing.
So faithful, His embrace.

Lets walk along together -
just imagine you and I,
strolling past His quiet stream -
below His rich, blue sky...
His grasses and flowers seem
to bow as we go by.
Along His stream
His huge trees stand -
leaves curtsy way up high.

God never changes. God never fails
in Heaven or here below.
All nature exposes God above,
today as long ago.
He opens all His beauty, since
the beginning, so we know -
and looking back down to His stream,
we’ll see His waters flow.

It trickles over rocks and stones
down to an open pass,
to a pond so still and tranquil -
that no man could surpass.
As a mirror proves all truth -
His sky, His trees, His grass -
there it all rests quietly,
this pond as smooth as glass.

Carefully lean over and
smile without a fuss.
Take a look at God's creation -
there's nothing to discuss....
Peer upon the water,
don't trust the two of us.
If our faith and love is strong,
our smile reflects Jesus.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Grace 1-18-07


Faults have consequence - always entwine.
My faults are many. My sins are all mine.
If I could forget -but I know not how-
and failures still haunt me, even now.

Maybe a few - or maybe many,
the burdens I bear - they are aplenty.
Even one burden that's heavy and great,
crushes me totally under its weight.

What have I done? And what is the cure?
My guilt is too heavy. I cannot endure....
I could change it - make it all disappear-
if I could relive each wayward year.

I cannot go back, but if i could,
would my new actions be perfectly good?
I guess I know that this miserable soul,
could not relive it and make me whole.

I'm all torn apart - from limb to limb.
My hope is but gone, my life bleak and grim.
My head is spinning. Emotions are tossed.
Oh, woe am I – I am totally lost!

If the world could smell my putrid old blood,
they would drag my body through all the mud.
And If I was judged by truth and jury,
they'd hang me quick in their own fury.

And if the judge was fair, cold and just,
was shown my failures - rot, odor and rust;
he'd throw the whole world of death down at me,
and hang me high from the tallest tree.

I'd be happy. I sure would not run-
if I could wish it completely undone!
But I cannot change a single thing,
I must sacrifice. I will now bring-

all my possessions, all my good stuff,
my house, my car, my job... is that enough?
Take my wealth, put it all under key.
Is that not enough? Please just agree.

Really, the answer is not mine to give,
I can't change history. I cannot relive....
The answer was gifted from one loving face-
from God's act of mercy and glorious grace.

No, even that is so insufficient,
for I am so lost - ugly, deficient;
No work I can do, will fix up my past,
nor heal one scar of failures sharp blast.

Please! My burden, could someone now lift?
It would be the greatest, most special gift!
Who could love so much - to take such a loss,
and die Himself - on a rugged old cross?

Really, the answer is not mine to give,
I can't change history. I cannot relive....
The answer was gifted from one loving face-
from God's act of mercy and glorious grace.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Romans 11:6 (NASB) “But if it is by grace, it is no longer on the basis of works, otherwise grace is no longer grace.