Did God not create all the stars in the sky - and put them in motion, Did they not comply? Did God not create all the things of this earth, from evenings to mornings, to growing from birth? Are we so perplexed when we see Jesus still the winds and the rains and the seas - all at will? So why do we question what God can accomplish? Oh, where is our seed of wee faith in His wish? Disciples and others, now off from the shore, could not seem to handle the ..read more

Banks took my wealth, Satan, my health, but I am not depressed. I shall not whine, for nothing's mine - yet I have been so blessed. Just fathom Job. Put on his robe. Consider all he had. There's no debate that God is great yet God had more to add. For through God's touch, t'was twice as much that Job had than before. If patient be, His gifts you'll see and God will bless you more. But it's not wealth nor my ill health that matters to me now. For Heaven's gate, is where I wait. Not here with dirt and plow. ©2022 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED http://www.ganderpoems.org ..read more

Dear Lord, Keep me honest. Keep me pure. Keep me humble and secure. Should my wisdom, you increase, give me strength and lasting peace. My whole life I've lived in vain, Through the cross, I gave You pain. Please forgive my evil ways. I will serve You all my days. Draw attention? None to me, but to You so others see. Draw me to the spiritual, so I can leave the physical. Though I falter here and weep, forgive me Lord. Grant me sleep. Raise me up from here below so I'm with You. Please make it so. Amen. ©2022 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED http://www.ganderpoems.org ..read more

Can a penny buy a morsel of some dried unleavened bread? Can a nickel have some meaning to apologies unsaid? Can a dime hide a confession that we want to keep inside? Can a quarter take the place of the regrets when we have lied? Can a dollar buy a drop of love from someone we have pained? Can a ten buy us full freedom, though it's we ourselves we've chained? Can a hundred cover up our sins so we can't be enslaved? Can a Million pay for all our sins so that we can then be saved? Can a Billion buy a sliver from the cross where Jesus died? Can a Trillion buy a seat in Heav'n so we can ..read more

(Based on Luke 7:11-17) So sick and dead - not in a trance, nor by bad luck, nor by perchance. With dying souls, our God awaits before our graves outside the gates. With rugged, jagged timbers crossed, God's providence came with a cost - where innocence had met pure guilt through grace and love when blood was spilt. And then, BEHOLD, I saw His skies, for Christ had opened up my eyes outside the gates with spirit dead, where I met Christ and life instead. With multitudes of people here - the cries of mourning turned from tear - for they had witnessed such a love that they would long be spe ..read more

So you have problems you can't fix and no one seems to listen. You can't fight back.  Things will not change and you're in bad position. So where is God to fix these things that put you on your knees? Just where is this amazing God who calmed the stormy seas? The world is not like Heaven, for Heaven's free of sin. No matter how we live our lives, our problem's deep within. Our likes, our wants, our needs and cravings put you in this fix. No matter what our problems are, they're like ton of bricks. My body's having problems but I live within the Spirit I stamp my feet and clap my ha ..read more

I'm going on vacation soon, alone or so it seems. I won't do any packing or going to extremes. I will not need my wallet, for everything is free. And I won't need my brand new phone, for there's so much to see. I will not take a big jet plane or ride a fancy bus, yet I'll be meeting my best Friend. There's so much to discuss. And all will meet Him one fine day - not many, but a few. I will not keep you in suspense, for you should know Him too. --- Now first I'll need to be in court.  It's all or nothing there. My Friend will be there for me too.  I'll not be in despair. His ..read more

Sometimes my poem's a winner but often times it's not. And yet I spend a lot of time to give it all I've got. But one thing I am sure to do because it's oh, so true. I do not thank my hand because God's hand is in it too. No, never take the praise because you write for God alone. Take all your selfishness and pride and clear your ev'ry bone. Then give God all the glory when you have that winning poem, and He will bless you even more when humbly you still praise Him. For you are in a world of sin while He is up above. So give Him full and total praise and show Him all your l ..read more

They slept and slept with weary eyes while Jesus prayed with teary eyes. He prayed in earnest while they slept, but answered faithful. He'd accept. It wasn't me. The night was looking mighty grim. Then came, they, and arrested Him. The charge was simple: blasphemy. He didn't plead nor disagree. It wasn't me. And this is how the story goes: They stripped Him of His humble clothes. With bone-tipped violence He was whipped and ev'ry time His skin was ripped. It wasn't me. It wasn't something He could toss. He dropped that very heavy cross. None could stop them, stop them now as sweat ..read more

It isn't seen when you're between a hard place and a rock. May be unfair. Who put you there? The time goes slow, tick tock. Though you may shout there's no way out. It overwhelms the mind. Yet on your own it can't be known, so answer, you must find. Did you eclipse relationships? Or could it be your debt? Was it your fault or some assault? You wish you could forget. But here you are - can't travel far - for blocking you are sins. If you stay here in all your fear, please tell me now, who wins? So to escape you must reshape your mind.  Don't think it odd. Won't help to fuss ..read more