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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Sparrow 6-12-12


A hawk soared high
with hungry eye
for hour after hour.
At times it'd stop
above rooftop,
above the belfry tower.

There it would perch
above this church,
atop the highest tree.
It's Satan's way,
to seek the prey -
for something greedily.

That hawk would plunge,
swoop down and lunge
to seize a tasty meal.
I thought it odd,
so prayed, "Dear God,"
and knew the threat was real.

A sparrow sensed
the danger hence,
and needed quick, to fly.
Through broken glass
I saw, alas,
that sparrow fly right by.

Now safe inside,
it sought to hide.
This room it flew across.
What was in store
was answered for,
below the unlit cross.

Though fixtures broke,
the light had spoke,
as stained glass glowed throughout.
But broken pane
caused streaks from rain,
as church was emptied out.

When sparrow see,
should follow, we,
and walk the straight and narrow;
to take refuge
from subterfuge,
with God's most precious sparrow?

If we'll return
to church and learn;
the God that grace is of;
then from all sin
there's safety in,
the shelter of His love.

I learned that day,
that come what may,
there's comfort under wing.
I know because
that sparrow does!
It sure can chirp and sing!

And so could we
if we were free
of peril from the perch.
So lets equip
in fellowship,
the filling of our church.

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 10:31 (NASB)
So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.

Friday, August 6, 2010

The Old Model T 8-6-10

Way back when, in nineteen twelve
a Model T was born.
It rolled past a tumble weed
and field of planted corn.

It traveled several old dirt roads.
It traveled very far.
Its horn played every gospel tune,
on strings, with its guitar.

Then one day it fell in love.
The grille turned up a grin.
It found a younger Cadillac -
her horn, a mandolin.

Each week they'd do their gospel sing,
then park in their garage.
And after 'while, five new cars -
their faithful entourage.

It beat me playing horse shoes.
Its 'ringers' made a 'cling'.
It fixed up several houses
and did most everything.

It's need, at times, an oil change,
that slowed it down a bit -
but motor strong, would always purr,
and never, ever quit.

But time did get the best of it -
I think it so unjust -
that this great antique auto
could tarnish, peel and rust.

Suspensions seemed to weaken,
It creaked some here and there.
It'd sometimes blow a gasket
and need one more repair.

Mechanics kept it going
with reasons of 'because'.
It would, at times, need greasin' -
but active, always was.

Many other newer cars
would have an 'accident'.
Disgarded, they were totalled -
and to a junkyard sent.

But this one kept on singing
through every single week -
despite some old parts missing
and battery still weak.

Then slowing to a snails crawl -
for it was not as quick -
I noticed headlights dim a bit.
To 'LOW' it moved the stick.

Oil pools were sometimes found
from places still unknown -
but not a grinding gear you'd hear,
complainings or a groan.

Upholstery did get moldy,
dried and wrinkled, thin -
but gasoline was in its tank.
Some spark was still within.

Sometimes parked in home museums,
folks would gather 'round -
to hear those old, old stories.
I'd hear horns toot the sound.

Then one day this Model T
'tween fenders, under hood -
sputtered some - its engine coughed
with filter plugged up good.

Yet many years, I know not how
it kept on coming back.
I think its little secret was
that big ol' Cadillac.

Ninety eight long years went by,
with memories by the score -
but finally that old motor quit.
It couldn't run no more.

That Cadillac was by his side
'ere since they 'tied the knot',
She never left him in the cold -
she never had forgot.

My memories fade, but never die.
This car, through visions see,
but all great stories have to end -
as with this Model T.

Gaylord K. Gander
May 1, 1912 - Aug. 6, 2010
(my father)


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http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! 12-25-09

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, good words I love to hear,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, sing tidings of good cheer,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, a special time of year.
So let's shout out Merry Christmas! - a very special day.

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, the winds can really blow,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, see glitter in the snow,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, the stars in Heaven glow.
So let's shout out Merry Christmas! - He slept upon the hay.

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, the lights are shining bright,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, let's sing throughout the night,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, when everything is right.
So let's shout out Merry Christmas! - for Christ was born this day.

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, not just a holiday,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, without a fancy sleigh,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, for Christ was born this day.
So let's shout out Merry Christmas! - in a very special way!

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

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Isaiah 9:6 (KJV) For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.