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August 31, 2007

Clumps Of Clay 8-31-07



If in Creation we were found,
up with the wind, dust from the ground;
If not our name - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His image we are formed,
ate from a tree, we were forewarned;
If not our heart - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His hands we take our shape,
and from His hands, there's no escape;
If not our face - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His hands He holds us up,
and from His image, forms a cup;
If not for grace - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His grace, we sit unused,
and on a shelf, are still accused;
If not for faith - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If in His armor, we go out,
and prove our faith, beyond all doubt;
If not good works - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

If with our souls, these clumps of clay,
just sit around day after day;
If not through prayer - WHAT could it be -
that makes you, you and makes me, me?

It's from His Son and from His breath,
we now have life instead of death.
"WHAT's" not the answer. Now you see,
“WHO” makes you, you - and makes me, me....

©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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August 9, 2007

God’s Answer 8-9-07

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When clouds dump the skies to soak all mankind,
Do You understand?
When fog fills the valley and fills up the mind,
Do You understand?

When my child denies me and calls me insane,
Do You understand?
When my spouse rejects me and won't hear my name,
Do You understand?

Year after year after year after year....
Do You understand?
I am in turmoil. Please, can't You hear?
Do You understand?

The whole world disdains me. They call me a fake.
Don't You understand?
“Remember who crucified Me. Make no mistake.
I do understand.”

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ganderpoems.org

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August 4, 2007

If All The World Were Christian 8-4-07

Just imagine a world without theft, keys, burglar alarms or guns....

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
you could walk down any street and wouldn't feel afraid.
And if someone were stranded, you'd lend a helping hand,
because without a single crime, all's safe on sea and land.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
you could travel anyplace and give your neighbor aid.
And if someone were hurting, you'd know just what to do,
because without a greedy soul, you'd see your neighbors through.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
you wouldn't be so selfish but honest in your trade.
And if someone were happy, you'd be right by their side,
because if you're a Christian, your smile's a mile wide.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
you could hear a child cry while other children played.
And if some child should hunger, you'd bring them milk and bread,
because if you're a Christian, there's joy when they are fed.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
you would know each day's a gift. The days will never fade.
And if someone were thirsty, you'd give sufficient drink,
because if you're a Christian, God’s wisdom makes us think.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
there would never be a war. No nation would invade.
And if someone should hurt you, you'd show him Godly love,
because if you're a Christian, your strength's from God above.

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
we would not feel guilty but know our sins are paid.
And if by some small, tiny chance - we all could live on truths,
this world would be a better place, with "pleases" and "thank you's".

If all the world were Christian and everybody prayed,
we would not feel weary, but rest in Heaven's shade.
Then on our deathbed we'd be laid - on satin sheets so soft,
and all would look upon our shell - as our spirits soar aloft.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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