Is something in life missing?
Do you always bear the cost?
Do you feel somewhat empty?
Do you feel that something's lost?
Are you feeling down and out?
Is life so very bad?
Are you looking for an answer?
Are you puzzled - very sad?
Sometimes, in life, the pieces
don't always seem to fit -
it's then we feel so empty
and really want to quit.
As with me, I'd focus
on life's tremendous wealth.
I thought I saw the picture of -
its riches and good health.
At first I worked the border.
The colors I'd assess -
and then I'd push another in,
and thought I'd found success.
Searching, searching, searching more,
I'd find another clue -
and as the larger picture cleared,
I'd get a clearer view.
So then in greater diligence
I'd press more pieces in -
but as the picture took its shape,
I found myself in sin.
There were some pieces missing -
and many questions raised -
but as it came apparent, I
sat speechless and amazed.
That puzzle seemed much brighter
than any fairest weather.
The less I strained to see it,
the more it came together!
The sky exquisite, stunning -
with deepest, bluest blues -
and buildings never seen before -
were fascinating hues.
Tall alabaster columns,
reflected spectrum's light -
and set apart from specks of dust -
appeared so pure and bright.
The lines between the pieces
just seemed to disappear -
and as I saw that picture,
my head began to clear.
The puzzle - nearly finished -
as life had sought out fun,
the center of my hearts own work
was missing that last one.
The missing piece was at my door -
years, waiting to come in -
I never heard the knocking though -
for I was dead in sin.
I felt lost, inadequate -
compelled to see it then.
This speck of dust broke down on knees,
I sought that piece again.
Grace brought it all together -
through faith life sure is sweet.
Until He placed that final piece -
my life was incomplete.
You know your life is fleeting.
you know your life will cease.
So just allow God's only Son
to place your final piece.
I could not put it in myself,
for humbleness is key -
but now that missing puzzle piece
is locked in there for me.
So when in life, discouraged,
and you want to call it quits -
just pray out loud to Jesus.
His puzzle piece still fits.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Puzzled? 6-10-09
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Friday, May 29, 2009
A Vibrant Rose 5-25-09
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I hide inside my little room
and sulk in deep despair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My heart ripped out - then entombed
and stomped on, so unfair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I'm shredded up in pieces
yet no one is aware....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My pain intense, increases -
there's nothing to compare....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
He never understands me
or hears my feeble prayer....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
Or is He busy fixing up
my heart that's in repair?
He uses tools quite bizarre -
sends rains in torrents from afar.
Storms, they pummel deep within,
beyond all hope, emotions are.
I let Him work with little room,
points He, life's path, to doom and gloom -
but says, "Believe, in Me confide.
Rest and see My flower bloom."
So push me Lord, I'll go without -
despite the storms, despite the drought.
Life's path has torn me inside-out.
A vibrant rose is so devout.
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Titus 1:7-9 (NASB)
7 For the overseer must be above reproach as God's steward, not self-willed, not quick-tempered, not addicted to wine, not pugnacious, not fond of sordid gain,
8 but hospitable, loving what is good, sensible, just, devout, self-controlled,
9 holding fast the faithful word which is in accordance with the teaching, so that he will be able both to exhort in sound doctrine and to refute those who contradict.
Is He even there?
I hide inside my little room
and sulk in deep despair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My heart ripped out - then entombed
and stomped on, so unfair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I'm shredded up in pieces
yet no one is aware....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My pain intense, increases -
there's nothing to compare....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
He never understands me
or hears my feeble prayer....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
Or is He busy fixing up
my heart that's in repair?
He uses tools quite bizarre -
sends rains in torrents from afar.
Storms, they pummel deep within,
beyond all hope, emotions are.
I let Him work with little room,
points He, life's path, to doom and gloom -
but says, "Believe, in Me confide.
Rest and see My flower bloom."
So push me Lord, I'll go without -
despite the storms, despite the drought.
Life's path has torn me inside-out.
A vibrant rose is so devout.
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Titus 1:7-9 (NASB)
7 For the overseer must be above reproach as God's steward, not self-willed, not quick-tempered, not addicted to wine, not pugnacious, not fond of sordid gain,
8 but hospitable, loving what is good, sensible, just, devout, self-controlled,
9 holding fast the faithful word which is in accordance with the teaching, so that he will be able both to exhort in sound doctrine and to refute those who contradict.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
ONE WAY 3-19-08

It's my job to make a living -
rise up and not digress;
The owner wants my very best,
and him I must impress.
If I'm to take up my own cross,
if I'm to be like Him;
then I should do a wee bit more
than sing my favorite hymn....
On one hand I'm to follow God,
on the other, pay my bills.
Have I been so conditioned that -
I forgot abortion kills?
Does Jesus shed a little tear
for every child who dies?
And what was I so busy at
I failed to hear the cries?
Some day I must ask myself,
“Who IS my real boss?”
What pieces do I still take up -
the silver or the cross?
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
rise up and not digress;
The owner wants my very best,
and him I must impress.
If I'm to take up my own cross,
if I'm to be like Him;
then I should do a wee bit more
than sing my favorite hymn....
On one hand I'm to follow God,
on the other, pay my bills.
Have I been so conditioned that -
I forgot abortion kills?
Does Jesus shed a little tear
for every child who dies?
And what was I so busy at
I failed to hear the cries?
Some day I must ask myself,
“Who IS my real boss?”
What pieces do I still take up -
the silver or the cross?
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
(NASB) Matt. 27:
3 Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders,
4 saying, "I have sinned by betraying innocent blood."
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