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

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Door, The 10-30-11

Oh Lord,

There's a door that most mankind will never find -

a special door that opens like no other kind.

So many do not realize their whole life through,

that it's a door that stands between both them and You.

But Lord, there's hope!

It only takes a single ear to hear Your knock,

and takes - but a simple key - to turn the lock,

but many are too fearful so they run and hide,

and they insist on wearing their most selfish pride.

And Lord, it pains.

It pains whenever I hold my 'someone' dear,

but then they turn away with their most selfish ear.

It hurts, although I ask in earnest prayer and try -

until my heart grows dim with no more tears to cry.

Oh Lord, it hurts!

Our problems, whether great or small, You diagnose -

as You're the One who holds the troubled sparrow close.

Though once my tears were heavy and had wet the floor,

You hold my pool of tears and comfort me once more.

My Lord, that's love!

Allow both faith and knowledge of my Savior grow,

inside my precious loved ones so that they will know -

our special Savior holds the truth that He demands -

in love that's cupped inside both of His nail-scarred hands.

So Lord, grant faith!

I know enduring grace is here for all to see,

for others, on their deathbeds, who are just like me -

so if You could, please answer my most special prayer -

so You will always keep my children in Your care.

Dear Lord, in grace.

For You had showed humility there on the cross,

now show them great futility in pleasure's loss.

Show Your loving hands and feet - then show them more -

to help them find the faith to open their heart's door!

Please Lord! Amen.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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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..."