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True Love


A love so true, someone who is always there
You love me, Lord, and I know that you care
Though others disappoint and are always changing
I know that You never will
When life is turbulent and the road is twisting
You say to my heart, "Be still."
 
I must rest solely in Your tender arms
Guarded by the strength You convey
All others will fail time and again
But You, my God, will always stay.
 
When my heart is aching inside,
no matter the reasons why
You touch the wounds, heal the hurts,
and dry these tears I cry.
 
When something is missing in my life
And my heart yearns for something more
You teach me of Your covenant love
And the hope that is laid up in store.
 
When I'm lonely inside, Your arms are open wide
Sheltering and protecting, so strong, yet mild
Your Spirit stirs within my heart, fixing every broken part
Reminding me that I'm Your child.
 
Though some things in life are unsure
And at times I feel left all alone
You touch my heart and I am content
Your love surrounds me - I feel right at home.
 
August 13th, 1995
Jerry Bouey
 

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The Borrower



The Borrower

 
Kenneth McKenzie
 
He borrowed a stable in which to be born;
And later confessed that he had no bed.
He borrowed a basket that bright spring morn;
Sent the people away, their hunger fed.
He borrowed a boat from which to preach
His Father*s love to sinful men;
They stood that day on Galilee*s beach,
Longing to hear his message again.
He borrowed a donkey, on which to ride
With royal blessings from on high;
To hear the proud city his name deride,
Scornfully bidding him pass by.
He borrowed a room in which to meet
His friends, the sacred feast to keep of old;
But the towel to dry his disciples* feet
Was not his; nor the holy table His to hold.
He borrowed a cross on which to die,
A ransom from sin, a life laid down.
He borrowed a tomb in which to lie
Yet the great universe was his own.
 

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Love To Love 12-19-12

Love To Love 12-19-12:

It started out as others, when I got dressed today -
ate breakfast with my fam'ly, for that was just our way.
You dropped me off at school.  Your love shone in your eyes.
We hugged and kissed each other.  We said our last "Goodbye's".
As I stepped to the entrance, I turned around once more -
and waved to you one final time - then stepped on through the door.

I saw some other teachers.  They do what teachers do.
They all had smiled, said "hi" to me - and I said "hi" back too.
I soon got to my classroom.  Some other friends were there.
I chatted with my classmates some and then sat in my chair.
Obey the teachers, I was taught.  I followed every rule -
but no one knew that this would be, our final day at school.

Life usually, will glide along - and all goes fairly well -
but those are times we soon forget how close we are to hell.
We soon forget that God is love and hates our every sin -
but selfish man gets what he wants as he is dead within.
Not even one short moment here, should ever pass us by -
where Jesus holds our inner thoughts and we don't question why.

Though God hates sin - do we as much?  For what man wishes, weaves -
his 'wants' to be accepted - until himself deceives.
From smoking, drugs and alcohol or any selfish thing -
there's someone who will pay the price for what these habits bring.
Why is it there are people who will only love to hate.
I pray that others will be saved - before it is too late.

Oh, why do we love other 'gods' including 'killing games'?
Why do we swear, show disrespect, call God [our Father] names?
Why don't we often worship - honor father, mother?
Why are we never faithful - steal, lie and murder?
Why are we very jealous, envious and covet?
Why not confess, repent?  Oh, why will we not do it?

I heard that last announcement.  Today, pure evil flowed.
Now I'm okay.  I'm in HIS arms, because HE loves me so.
I know it's hard to hold back tears from feeling deeply blue -
but I so love you mommy still - and Jesus says so too.
I'm so amazed to see this place you couldn't even dream of -
a place of immense beauty - where we all love to love.

In memory of the 20 children and 6 adults killed
at Sandy Hook School in Newtown, CT

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom
Don’t be sad, Mom,....please don’t cry...
The Lord called so quickly and suddenly I
Just rose up to meet Him in the sky.
And, Mom, I never did fear to die,
For I could see Jesus was right by my side.
I can see you...shedding tears...
But now I see beyond mortal years;
Beyond limitations of mortal eyes,
To God’s final purpose, to God’s paradise.
The reasons are clear, Mom, and...I understand,
...How I wish I could reach down and just take your hand,
And whisper the Great Love in which I abide...
But I am here - and you’re..on the other side.
I’d like to just touch you, make you understand,
That I was just loaned, Mom, for awhile, in God’s plan.
Remember the good times, forget all the bad,
Be thankful for all of the prayer times we had.
I can’t come back, Mom, but I love you still,
So I trust you’ll always seek God’s perfect will.
The blood of the Savior, the Pathway of Love,
Will lead you quite safely to Heaven above.
Sometimes just be still, Mom, and listen to God
And He will show you the way you must trod.
On that great day of rapture, we’ll meet in the sky-
The circle unbroken through eons of time!
Joan Clifton Costner


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I'll Not Forget 12-20-12







My little Angel sat in school

to learn her A B C's -

yet no one knows the 'half of it'

to put my mind at ease...



There's something in the way I talk

that seems so different now -

that weighs me down here on my knees

and makes me take this vow:



I'll not forget those days we spent

together - you and me.

I'll not forget our memories

and they will always be.



I'll not forget your sunshine smile,

the freckles on your skin.

I'll not forget your flood of love

that flowed from deep within.



I'll not forget our little games

we played - like 'hide and seek'.

I'll not forget your kisses from

your lips upon my cheek.



I'll not forget those little tears -

those times I saw you weep -

then mixed with mine, ran down my cheek

before you fell asleep.
 

I'll not forget your final hug

was very, very tight.

I'll not forget your final wave

was such a lovely sight.



I'll not forget your first small step

or your first day at school.

I'll not forget God's wonderment -

my precious little jewel.



I'll not forget your favorite clothes,

or favorite ice cream choice.

I'll not forget your little ears

that heard your teacher's voice.



My little Angel sat in school

to learn her A B C's -

It's God who knows 'the all of it'

that puts my mind at ease...



In memory of the 20 children

and 6 adults killed at Newtown, CT



©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

The Connecticut Tragedy


The Connecticut Tragedy

No words can express the pain of losing a child through violence.
The trauma, the heartbreak, the brokenness and the anger.

To never hear your child's laugh again, to never be able to hug them or comfort them.
To live a lifetime without them,  would be the most unbearable reality to have to face.


Lord, comfort the victims of the Connecticut tragedy.

Let their hearts know that their children are held in your loving arms.

Protect the children of our country and turn our nations heart back to you.

We know that this life is only a vapor and we will see these dear children again.
Lord, protect our children from the influences of this world that lead to this kind of violence.
Shelter the innocent heart of our children.
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My church and my family will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.
Our hearts are sorrowful for all the victims of this horrific crime.
November 15th, 2012

Susan Nikitenko

 

Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

 

Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

 
Does someone call as snowflakes fall
upon my window sill?
There comes a sleigh. The horses neigh,
in spirit of goodwill.

There's not a breeze. My mind's at ease.
They bid me, "Come" they say.
So I step out. There is no doubt -
that this is Christmas Day.

I hop aboard and ride on toward -
a town that's splashed with sights.
I look ahead at green and red.
I love those Christmas lights.

The air is crisp. I see a wisp -
on front of horses' mane -
that bounce with pep at every step.
The horses do not wane.

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Hear sleigh bells chime throughout that time
until I got to town -
And hooves had clopped until they stopped
as I arrived downtown.

Nativity... I smiled with glee -
heard carols in the air.
The shepherds spied. The three Magi
saw Jesus sleeping there.

A camel knelt. In joy they dwelt -
in cushioned stable hay -
A scene on earth of virgin birth -
where one man came to pray.

A poor old man, all wrinkled tan,
was kneeling on the ground.
His hair was messed but he was blessed
as snow fell all around.

Some kids walked through, in contrast to -
his humble position.
And then they felled the cane he held,
reckless recognition.

God woos each one who seek His Son -
but they paid no attention.
I heard them joke each time they spoke
within their own dimension.

He reached in vain to get his cane.
His countenance was grim -
then heard him say, "wife passed away."
as I gave it to him.

Through eyelids tight, they drew my sight -
I saw more tears come through.
It touched my heart, tore me apart -
so I knelt down there too.

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Snowflakes falling, Jesus calling -
calling from above.
Can you live it? Christmas spirit -
wooing all, in love...

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Mark 2:14 (KJV)
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
 

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