Beautiful 9-11-12

As vivid as a sunlight's ray atop each sturdy stem,

those bright and yellow flowers.  Could anyone condemn?

And others as the bluest sky in deep and vivid hue -

Now who could find more beauty in that panoramic view?

In eyes of the beholders,  conclusions are foregone,

but they're like sin down in your heart when scattered on your lawn.

The dandelion and chicory are pesky little weeds.

You might think they are beautiful, but kill those nasty seeds...

And this is how deceptive sins, work down inside the head.

As pretty as a flower's bloom - but ugly so, instead.

Now faithfulness in God alone prevents sin's every trace -

and every kind of sinful weed ...through everlasting grace.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Yellow Stained Page 5-15-07

I sat in my room with Bible in hand,

trying to fully, to best understand;

But as I looked down, all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I turned my mind to another thought,

became discouraged, became distraught;

I concentrated - but all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I peered at times out the huge windowpane,

and knew that I shouldn't at all complain;

So I glanced back down but all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

The big, red sun was settling down,

and longer shadows grew around;

I refocused my eyes but all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

For quite some time I sat and thought,

for hours and hours my eyelids fought;

I pushed them up, but all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I stayed up half the night it seems;

then went to bed with the weirdest dreams;

Against dark blackness all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

For many years, I sat at a loss....

I failed to fully understand the cross.

While I had eyes, I just couldn't see -

but the yellow stained page, staring back at me.

Yellow stains?  You ask me why?
Teardrops felled from saddened eyes.
 My vision blurred - I couldn't see,
but the yellow stained page, staring back at me. 

By grace alone, I know my God.

He comforts me - His staff and rod.

And now through faith, no longer see -

a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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