The Little Elf 11-20-12

Mischievous, the little one -

the selfish, little elf -

the one who looks and listens for

the things which help himself.

Though brilliant colors are defined,

I'm blind and cannot see.

Since birth my world was always dark.

I ask myself, "Why me?"

My doctor says there is no hope.

No music will there be.

My world is quiet.  I can't hear.

I ask myself, "Why me?"

I've worked my fingers to the bone.

I've paid each tax and fee.

But now the banks are taking all.

I ask myself, "Why me?"

My teachers say I'm special.

My friends and all agree.

Then mom tells me to make my bed.

I ask myself, "Why me?"

He fell to knees most fervently -

the place?  Gethsemane.

Though God did not 'remove His cup',

did Jesus ask, "Why me?"

So lazy, greedy, prideful, vain -

oh, how can I complain?

My prayers are simply mockeries

if I know not His pain.

Pain that He endures each time

that I think of myself -

for He's the Master Teacher - and

I'm the little 'elf'...

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Slave Loyalty 2-7-09

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The best slave in the world,

is the one who doesn't know he's a slave.

He's one who will do all he is told,

and for his master will always behave.

When his master offers greater rewards,

he is right there ready and willing to serve -

obedient every waking minute -

and proves to his master - he has nerve.

And so it's been for thousands of years,

best slaves have been obedient and gave.

Sin is the master who goes unseen -

best slaves oblivious, to their grave....

The best slave in the world,

is the one who doesn't know he's a slave.

He's one who will do all he is told,

and for his master, will always behave.

Never be a slave to sin.

©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Resolution Failure 1-1-09

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Another day, another prey.
Another year, another beer.

Just a habit, you can't quit.
You can't forget the cigarette.

One tells lies. Another buys,
another dies, another cries.

Some will scramble - start to gamble.
Then will sweat, another bet.

Where's disaster? Where's the master?
When found, the grave - you find the slave....

©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ganderpoems.org

Isaiah 24:17 (NIV)
Terror and pit and snare await you, O people of the earth.

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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.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ganderpoems.org

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