A Simple Frame 1-10-12

With Christmas season over,

and presents put away -

with most the decorations packed...

what's wrong with life today?

My dead tree still is standing -

that I have yet to cast -

but cannot help but wonder -

has Christmas spirit passed?

That single, empty, simple frame,

is dead inside and out -

and seems to cloak the truth of what

pure 'Christmas' is about.

Although some evidence remains

with dead tree standing there,

needles scattered on the floor...

there's something in the air.

There's something that I'm missing.

There's something not routine -

and somewhere in this old dead tree -

there's something I've not seen.

Could I derive from hint and clue

if pieced, I could, together -

in my head, I wonder if -

I wonder - wonder whether...

My tree once held the ornaments...

Another held a Man!

And long before mere presents came,

the gift of grace began!

A simple frame against the sky

in perfect silhouette -

a couple thousand years ago -

if we can see it yet...

see, by Jesus' sacrifice -

that all God's grace is free -

if we confess and humbly trust,

our Savior faithfully!

Last Christmas never ended,

as I walk along life's way -

I will forever, always

live Christmas every day!

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Walking Faith 2-20-11

What is music to the deaf?

What are rainbows to the blind?

What are shoes worn by the lame?

What mere words can so define...

a special Son,

sent to a cross,

in a world,

forever lost?

What are dollars to a horse?

What are needles without thread?

What are tears without our grief?

What are Bibles to the dead?

Our ears must hear.

Our eyes must see.

Beyond the graves

our faith must be.

His loving grace,

forever pours -

draws walking faith,

to Heaven's doors.

Words are pathways,

nothing more.

There's Someone we

must cry out for.

©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/ 

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The Christmas Tree Story 12-20-09

If Jesus told a story
about a Christmas tree,
would Christmas lights be mentioned
in ways that we could see?

Would He describe the garland
or other fancy things -
like mistletoe and sparkles
and pretty angel wings?

Would He mention ornaments
in colorful designs?
Would He explain the colors -
and present wrapping shine?

Or would He paint a picture
of something more oblique -
of something more descriptive -
of something more unique?

Would His tree not have needles -
but rather be quite grim?
Would His tree not have branches -
except a couple limbs?

Would ornaments be mentioned
or dropped from His details?
Would He, Himself replace them -
along with cruel nails?

Would thorns replace the angel -
that's perched way up on top?
Would love surround that very tree
in blood from every drop?

Would He describe the lighting
that turned so very dark?
And would the mountains echo
His final last remark?

His tree was seen by many folk,
remembered their own way -
but it was very different.
It's priceless still today.

If Jesus told the story
about His Christmas tree -
would it have any impact
on folks today, like me?

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

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