Dear Friends 5-12-12

Dear Friends,

When Jesus stepped into my dream

last night while I was sleeping,

I saw the radiance in His face -

however, He was weeping.

I wondered what had happened,

I wondered what occurred,

but when I asked Him why He was,

He never said a word.

I asked if He was hurting.

With that, He nodded 'yes'.

I asked Him many questions, but

He wanted me to guess.

So after many guesses,

with answers short and long -

I searched more answers far and near,

but all of them were wrong.

Now this, I had to figure out,

and learn it on my own.

I finally found the reason -

and it, I should have known.

It hit me like a ton of bricks -

my sins, the reason why.

The tears He cried had made me sick.

Another left His eye.

So then, I started crying -

but He reached out His hands.

His fingers touched my now wet cheeks,

He smiled so widely and -

He placed His thumbs along my nose,

and then said, "Do not fear."

And with His thumbs beneath my eyes,

He wiped away each tear.

Now that, dear friends, is endless love,

forgiveness, comfort, grace -

and there's no work that He requires.

I won't forget His face.

We must have faith in God alone.

There's no 'work' we can do.

But why must Jesus hurt so much?

...Well, that's so we don't have to.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Prayer Of Love 10-23-11

Dear Lord and Savior, hear my prayer -

help me comprehend and share...

...please touch my eyes, that I might view -

in ways a blind man might see You...

...please touch my ears, that I might learn -

in ways a deaf man might discern...

...please touch my nose, that I might smell -

Your perfumes where Your flowers dwell...

...please touch my lips, so I can speak -

so bravely bold, yet also meek...

...please touch my feet, without delay -

so I can walk - what others say...

...then touch my hands, that I might show -

Your awesome works to souls below.

...and touch my heart, from there above -

so I can give, and others love.

Amen.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Too Many Flowers? 9-15-11

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,

perfume and nose, we meet. 

I find myself among them as

they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.

My eyes saw every kind.

Now vivid colors capture me

like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.

I take a closer peek.

I find that every flower here

is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.

I'm torn at what I see.

I've stepped on many flowers and

they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,

no longer to be smelled,

no longer to be photographed,

no longer to be held. 

Again I spy a single one -

this trampled one instead.

I know that it will always be -

forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet

which trampled every kind -

Oh, how could I avoid them all -

with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?

Are those I trampled missed?

Are there too many babies?

Are those aborted kissed?

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Genesis 1:1 (KJV)

"In the beginning, God created..." 

The Greater 2-12-06

Just look at me now. If you want, you can stare.

And tell the whole world. But I really don't care.

Wrinkle your eyebrows and look down your nose,

And practice that jeer as you straighten your clothes.

We all know by now - it's a very, old song;

That you're always right - and I'm always wrong,

While the speck in my eye is driving me crazy,

The log in your eye has become downright lazy.

I know I'm not perfect - for only One is,

But it doesn't matter. I know that I'm His.

There's only one difference between you and me -

For you're still in prison, and I was set free!

You can yell, you can scream, you can beat me to death,

But I'll keep on saying until my very last breath;

"Don't look at me - then judge my Creator,

For I am the lesser and He is the Greater."

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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