Searching? 9-3-11

Searching near and searching far,

but only for the things that are,

still searching...

Searching highs and searching lows,

but only where the world goes,

still searching...

Searching for a miracle,

but only in the physical,

still searching...

Searching life more wonderful,

but not a life more meaningful,

still searching...

Searching for the real things,

but only through life's sinful stings,

still searching...

Searching for a sacrifice,

but only at a cheaper price,

still searching...

Searching for it still today,

but only for the easy way,

still searching...

Searching leaven or unleavened,

but only selfishly for Heaven,

still searching...

Searching for His Holy ground,

searching always, never found,

still searching...

Searching? We can anyplace -

but only God still offers grace.

Stop searching.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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My Eraser 7-4-11

Every day I make mistakes -

they often make me ill -

but my eraser's here atop, my

error driven pencil.

It fixes all my mixed-up thoughts,

and every misspelled word -

and makes more space for other thoughts,

before my words are heard.

My eraser though, lacks power,

to fix my evil side.

It cannot mend my sinful scars -

I know, because I tried.

I frantically attempted -

but then to my dismay,

I watched as my eraser wore

entirely away.

Sin stains our selfish motives,

then guilt comes as a flood,

but erasers cannot help us -

removing sin takes blood.

And Jesus does that best of all.

Erasing takes no skill.

No, we cannot erase our sin -

but Jesus can, and will.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Coconuts 5-10-11

God made every coconut -

and each day many fall.

There's many 'round about us but,

they never heard His call,

and...

God is ignored.

Walking through a park one day, I

willed not to succumb...

to be a coconut that lacked a speck,

of any Godly wisdom,

but...

God was ignored.

I bent down and picked one up -

much heavier than thought,

(just like the burdens on our backs,

when we are overwrought)

but...

God was ignored.

Still holding that old coconut -

my conscious thoughts had blurred.

As I walked out upon a pier,

I wished God could be heard,

but...

God was ignored.

I wondered just how big of splash

that coconut could make -

so then in fervor, threw that nut -

a great splash in the lake,

but...

God was ignored.

My feet got wet, I shook my head -

and quickly walked away.

It seems as though the world wins.

What more can my God say?

And...

God was ignored.

Curiously, I looked back.

As if it had been gloating,

there bobbing on the little waves,

the coconut was floating.

and...

God was ignored.

Throughout this world, the zombies walk -

in sinful, futile ruts -

and burdens weigh on shoulders as

their hard old coconuts,

and...

God is ignored.

God alone redeems the nut,

and let me tell you what -

that I was just like all the rest -

a stubborn coconut...

but...
God wasn't ignored.

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org

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Shattered Glass 11-24-08

A gold fish swam to the glass.
It's tail fin made the water stir,
against the glass. It peered beyond,
but it could swim no further.

I reached too - but couldn't through.
That invisible glass prevented me.
Surviving in our own little worlds
isn't always meant to be.

We have eyes but what deceives?
For everything will come to pass -
this side of the present tense,
and out beyond the solid glass.

Sins law, like glass, invisible.
It's nothing but a deadly lie.
I reached but couldn't feel His touch.
It held between my God and I.

I was deep in waters sin.
Within there is no air.
There is no grace inside the law -
and faith cannot live there.

But then one night some time ago,
in quiet stillness, the world heard,
A star shone bright above a babe.
Something big on earth occurred.

He reputed worldly wisdom -
His death on earth did pass,
but heard before that quiet night -
the shout that shattered glass....

"Abba, Father" shattered it.
Sin's law in pieces, everywhere -
forgotten, forgiven, gone.
Grace unlocked us from despair.

Hope washed us ever closer.
Free from circling without breath,
free from sinful bondage where,
the wages of sin is death.

Some day soon we'll see our graves -
yet sin no longer holds us slaves.
The glass is broken. Make no waves -
just tell the world that Jesus saves!

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

Romans 6:23 (KJV) For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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