Louis Gander Biography

Early mornings, I talk to You.
I pray until the sky is blue.
Faithfully I do my chores -
for You are mine and I am Yours.
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The boy continued working
as people ran on by -
kicking up the sun-dried sand
which stung his little eye.
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Love is a tough word for men made of steel.
Some cannot say it - despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you'll find at the core,
that few love much higher than eagles can soar.
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I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one,
for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God's only Son.
Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand?
Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand?
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When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
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