Latest Poems
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A Troubled Teen, A Saved Life
This poem is about God's love & mercy towards all of us who have sinned.
This poem is about God's love & mercy towards all of us who have sinned.
Slipping Away
Those of us who are older know how quickly time slips by. More often, I find myself calling to God, knowing I will see His face. Time is slipping away, slipping away to Him...
Those of us who are older know how quickly time slips by. More often, I find myself calling to God, knowing I will see His face. Time is slipping away, slipping away to Him...
The Edge of the End
I wonder about life. I wonder about God. Sometimes my life skirts the edge, and I wait. God will speak to me in His words, He tells me, "My Grace is sufficient." The Son has set me free...
I wonder about life. I wonder about God. Sometimes my life skirts the edge, and I wait. God will speak to me in His words, He tells me, "My Grace is sufficient." The Son has set me free...
Broken Dreams
Isa. 53: 4 "Surely He has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows..."
Isa. 53: 4 "Surely He has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows..."
Did You Wonder?
I wrote this poem for my son Michael who was called home to the Lord. He would have been 12 in Dec 2008.
I wrote this poem for my son Michael who was called home to the Lord. He would have been 12 in Dec 2008.
Mother (revised)
Words describe so many things, one beside another; and words explain an awful lot but can't describe my mother.
Words describe so many things, one beside another; and words explain an awful lot but can't describe my mother.
by louis gander
The Ol' Barn
There was a barn once painted red which stood on grandpa's old homestead ?and built so very long ago,a sorry sight - I told him so.
There was a barn once painted red which stood on grandpa's old homestead ?and built so very long ago,a sorry sight - I told him so.
by louis gander
The TRUTH
What's a simple, solid truth? Is it something not so real, because it doesn't fit our wishes -just isn't how we feel?
What's a simple, solid truth? Is it something not so real, because it doesn't fit our wishes -just isn't how we feel?
by louis gander