Why Angels Sing 2-8-13

The muscles tighten in my face

and tears come to my eyes -

each time I think of how you hurt

or hear your helpless cries.

You know if I could help you out,

I'd stop your pain today.

I'd use my little magic wand

to whisk them all away.

But if my magic wand was broke,

I'd buy them all with cash -

and then I'd torch each single one

and turn them into ash.

But if I couldn't burn them up

I'd open up your heart -

I'd take your sorrows- all of them -

and tear them all apart.

But if I couldn't tear them up

then I'd go to great length -

to throw your burdens off a cliff,

with every ounce of strength.

But if I wasn't strong enough

I'd haul them, height and breadth -

then watch them all splash overboard

into the ocean's depth.

But if your burdens didn't sink,

I'd work for many years -

right along beside you where

I'd kiss away your tears.

But if I couldn't dry your tears

I'd wish beyond degree -

that all your hurts would melt away

until you're bright with glee.

More tears go streaking down my cheeks.

I see you in great pain -

and now I've proven I can't help.

My work is all in vain.

Oh, how it saddens me to know

that I can't do a thing.

Yet God can heal your broken heart -

and that's why angels sing...

So smile awhile and lift your voice -

a voice so filled with love!

For those who hate will wallow here -

as you ascend above!

©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Pauper, King or I 9-14-11

From New York, Cairo or Beijing,

and whether pauper, me or king -

You can find us when we're lost -

and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -

for oh, so little faith, have I.

All jumbled with mistakes today,

I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -

their stomachs speak until their fed.

The servants jump when their king calls

as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -

but who can hear my words, but me?

I'm so confused and so resigned -

Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,

pray Your answers calm my fears.

I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,

I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -

that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.

My life is mixed up, a montage -

is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.

I need a special, loving hug.

Though even with a sincere kiss,

I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -

I really have no place to turn.

So stumble I, the narrow, straight,

until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,

and why You listened, I don't know -

for You have seen the way I live,

so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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John 3:16 (KJV)

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

Gone But Not Forgotten 8-27-09

Again I do not have a choice -
none seem to understand,
that I will never hear your voice,
nor hold your velvet hand.

Those little things I'll cherish,
your favorite coffee mug,
your habits and your special wish,
that firm and steady hug.

Now I weep when lonely,
for granted, you I took.
Too many times I thought of me,
I miss that special look.

I cannot change the past and no,
this future cannot change -
for you are gone forever past
an endless mountain range.

This awful grief tears inside-out,
It hurts more than they know.
I feel lonely, I must shout!
I feel so very low.

Oh, if over, I could live,
somehow I'd do it different.
I'd cherish you and always give
and follow - where you went.

So foolish I, when younger,
correct - or so it seemed,
but oh, the joy you gave me -
I could have never dreamed.

You were wise and right on track,
and you I'll always miss.
I look back - remember now
and miss your special kiss.

You're gone but not forgotten
for I still hold our love -
yet none will ever understand
this bond that I speak of.

You proved your love with unique charm.
I cry for quite awhile -
until reminded, in His arms -
you're there, so I can smile.

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

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Ephesians 5:25 (NASB) "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her..."