His Work 10-25-12

He laid a sheet of paper down
upon a table top -
and from his chair he wrote and wrote
so faithfully, non-stop.

They laughed at him and bragged about
the works that they had done.
They filled vast reams of papers, yet -
he had but only one.

They boasted of their many works
their fancy hands exposed.
Great works in rich calligraphy
were pridefully disclosed.

Again they stood around and laughed,
but never did he gloat.
They laughed and scoffed and scoffed and laughed
at everything he wrote..

His life was written on one page -
but what? I didn't know.
The paper he had laying there
was white as driven snow.

Sorrow filled his teary face.
This world fatigued his soul.
The agony that he endured
had taken quite a toll.

I saw that many people judged,
made fun of and demeaned,
ridiculed and criticized
his lack of works they'd seen.

Yet faithfully, he wrote much more.
Were no works written there?
Still blank, his paper had appeared.
I thought it quite unfair.

Unfair that he was working hard
on words that wouldn't be.
Unfair that he was judged by those
on work they couldn't see.

Sometimes we think life's all in vain -
those things we do for God -
but He knows every one of us
and how, through life, we've trod.

It's not the works that we can see
that's valued on our page -
but rather what was done in love
that God will one day gauge.

So why was it completely blank?
Confused, I stopped to think -
but then I learned his work was penned
with tears instead of ink.

Yes, God knows our compassion.
So ponder this- it's true:
God floods His grace upon His world,
gets faithfulness from few.

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Beneath His Willow Tree 6-8-12

So tell me, does God understand,

and can He really see,

a lonely widow on this bench

beneath His willow tree?

There were parents busy with,

their children running free,

but no one noticed I sat here

beneath His willow tree.

Of all the people in the park,

I thought of only me.

Could no one know my broken heart

beneath His willow tree?

My husband's recent passing adds

one more bad memory,

to all my pile of heartaches here

beneath His willow tree.

"Please take away my loneliness."

I prayed, "May sorrow flee" -

but felt a tear start rolling down,

beneath His willow tree.

I prayed for one small miracle,

just one drop from His sea -

then found a peace not felt before,

beneath His willow tree.

As Jesus kissed my tear away,

I noticed lovingly,

another weary woman rest,

beneath His willow tree.

So then she shared her loneliness.

A new friend she would be.

We talked and laughed and opened up

beneath His willow tree.

The sun came out and brightened us,

as we sipped green iced tea -

and reminisced together  here

beneath His willow tree.

So tell me, does God understand,

and can He really see,

a lonely widow on this bench

beneath His willow tree?

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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John 13:34 (NASB)

A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another,

even as I have loved you, that you also love one another.

Letter To Mommy 11-6-11

Dear Mommy,

did I let you down?

Please mommy - tell me how.

I never tried to make mistakes,

Please tell me mommy - now.

I never caused an accident,

or broke your favorite vase,

or spilled my milk at dinner time,

or made a naughty face.

So mommy, were you mad at me?

I'd really like to know...

And yes, indeed, I kicked a bit -

but hardly hurt you so.

At meal time, I never whined.

I ate all I was given.

And though you mentioned God a lot,

I'm sure you were forgiven.

I hope I never hurt you -

if so, forgive me please.

Tell me - was I really loved?

I was the least of these.

At first, I was a bit confused -

but now my thoughts are sorted.

...Mommy, I'd have hugged you if,

I hadn't been aborted.

I would have kissed you on the cheek,

We could have laughed and smiled -

but none of these are mem'ries now...

except for one,

-Your child.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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The Moon 10-30-11

I look up to the Heavens,

this clear and starry night.

Though I am insignificant,

the moon is quite a sight.

I think I'd like to be the moon,

for it is often seen -

shining high above the earth,

with purpose in-between.

I wouldn't miss a single night,

so I could catch the gaze -

of every person of the earth,

that sees my every phase.

It wouldn't matter if some laughed

or poked me full of holes -

for craters, I'd already have.

No one could quash my goals...

I'd have one single, special goal -

it's here for what it's worth:

"to reflect love from God's own Son,

to all down here on earth."

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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The Web 3-16-09

It looked so fragile - I laughed.
Thin strands I could hardly see.
I figured it was harmless
and knew it couldn't hold me.

I tested it, toyed with it, and knew
I was much stronger than it.
So I played for little while
and formed a harmless habit.

There in comfort, I wrapped myself.
I failed to hear the alarm.
It enveloped - and fragile it was,
I knew it could do no harm.

At times I tried to free myself,
my soul was awful scarred.
I'd soon give up each time I tried -
My heart becoming hard.

A great deceptive spider came
and bound me up so tight,
devoured me in laughter
and I had lost the fight.

Learn from this fatal lesson,
and don't play games with sin.
We cannot do it on our own -
for Christ must live within.

©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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