Louis Gander Poems

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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In Jesus' day (some time ago) ,
there were no toys or balls to throw.
There were no bikes or baby chairs,
erector sets or teddy bears.
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The hare runs very swiftly,
for ten years he can go -
but patient, walks the turtle for
a hundred years or so...
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The sun was rising in the east
behind some hitching posts.
And weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
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I remember back, when young -
the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue -
where peg-legged men with but one eye
sought their treasures, chanced to die.
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Tattoo's ink smeared everywhere,
with piercings by the score -
and color-copied rainbow hair,
how can we handle more?
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