Much More Than I 08-25-09

Do I claim allegiance as my faith grows,
or deceive myself before the cock crows?

Do I always admit, when I am dead wrong?
Have I always stood, where I belong?

Have I always held, ill thoughts from my tongue?
Have I always served, the meek and young?

Have I always loved, or my temper lost?
Have I always forgave, at any cost?

Have I always kept, that special diet?
Have I known truth, but - then kept quiet?

Have I always thought to say the word please?
Have I always helped the least of these?

Have I ever made, the least little fuss?
If so, where's my faith, to follow Jesus?

If I can't correct the littlest things -
then how can I claim the King of all Kings?

If I can't improve a few little flaws -
then how can I live, for greater cause?

Oh, would my faith weaken and die inside -
if burned at the stake, or crucified?

I must remember - should I ever cry -
that He suffered more, much more than I.

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Hope Soap! 5-12-09

Hope?

Bad hope?
Good hope?

What is hope?
And why hope?

Is hope for real?
Do hope we feel?

Is hoping smarter?
Does hope now differ?

When can we begin to cope?
When do we have real hope?

Hope for a reason?
Hope for a season?

Where is true hope?
What good is hope?

What's true hope?
Who's for hope?

Great hope?
Real hope?

Hope?

If nothing here is going wrong,
when everything is going strong -
Where's hope?

And if our days are so a'hurtin',
because in sin we are a'flirtin',
Where's hope?

Through streets, the serpent pulls and drags
as we become his filthy rags,
Where's hope?

And if, without humility
we know ourselves we can't cut free,
Where's hope?

We seek above the clouds for aid -
without repentence we still prayed,
Where's hope?

Faith in works does not suffice
but rather Christ who paid the price,
There's hope!

Grace can't clean unless we choose
faith in 'salvations soap' we use.
Hope Soap!

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What If? 2-16-06

What if, by chance, the sun didn't rise,

the moon didn't shine, one dozen was nine?

What if, by chance, streams didn't flow,

the wind didn't blow, and we didn't grow?

What if, by chance, birds didn't fly,

fish didn't fry, and we didn't cry?

What if, by chance, we couldn't see,

we couldn't agree, and we weren't free?

What if, by chance, a few were a lot,

ice was too hot, but fire was not?

What if, by chance, a dollar's a dime,

colors were time, and lies were sublime?

What if, by chance, the horizon was near,

a day was a year, and front was the rear?

What if, by chance, kindness was crime,

soapsuds were grime, and talking was mime?

Then that, for sure would be day in the night,

and wrong in the right, and peace in a fight.

Yes, we do have a right to our opinion -

but truth will always prove if it's right.

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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

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