First In Line? 12-24-12

Can Christmas be a day we change - a day we should distort?

And is the line to Santa long - but line to Jesus short?

We want to be the first in line because who wants to wait?

Who wants to waste their precious time? To this, can we relate?

Yet can it be a selfishness that leads a person where,

the line is much, much longer because Santa's sitting there?

After all, does he not give the many toys away?

Should focus, we, on our desires on this important day?

Though Santa is the one who gives to those who did behave -

is Jesus' line much shorter because He already gave?

Eternal life is only for the humble who believe -

and selfish people aren't content for blessings they receive.

Now God may send us Angels - a youngster may appear -

and ask a simple question that will form a wiser tear.

A tear that's full of living joy, sent down in grace above.

A tear that's rolling down a cheek. A tear born out of love.

Now here's the line to Jesus. Remember, it is fine -

no matter where we are right now - to kneel down first in line.

We may be in the cities or out on country farms -

but children who find Jesus are - already in His arms...

...the greatest gift of all.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Joyful Tears 1-17-11

In quantities, our teardrops fall,

they drip off sorry faces -

resulting from our broken hearts.

We save them in our vases -

for yet another lofty dream -

another selfish rose.

Is anyone the wiser?

Tell me no one knows.

And here, our vases set alone,

still filled with empty dreams.

Oh, everybody has them -

it's just the way, it seems.

It's popularity for some -

for others; riches, gold.

But when it's over, said and done,

their rose is dead and cold.

The tears we shed are endless,

and from our souls drawn.

We water every selfish want -

then later wish them gone.

We hold our very special vase -

we think of only 'me' -

but rather where still waters are -

our tears of joy should be.

Do roses last forever?

There is a day they die -

then scattered are the pieces of

the heart that happened by.

Lost pieces, scattered everywhere -

forever, broken are -

and at the end of shattered dreams,

there's one eternal scar.

When in, our earthly dreams, we live,

regret is always sure -

for when we grow our selfish rose,

it simply won't endure.

I often wonder why we work,

and waste away the years -

accomplishing so little with

such lonely, painful tears.

So walk beside still waters.

Through joyful tears you'll see -

a grace that never wavers and,

a faith that's also free.

And if your faith is watered

and grows from day to day -

there's really nothing more to do -

for joyful is the way.

©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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