February 16, 2006

TRUTH 2-16-06

What is truth, what is a lie?
Well truth is one, but lies pile high.
They pile up without a base,
and topple o'er without a trace.

Truth is full, and all complete -
not part or half; but both halves meet.
And we must live by truth alone -
the perfect pitch, the perfect tone.

Myths and lies are never rare,
we find them here and everywhere.
Don't be deceived or be naive,
when truth is tied, twisted, weaved,

Some eat them up, a million words -
scream opinions, strut like birds.
Tragedies come, when kids are taught,
and get ideas, from slanted thought.

Lies will die, like wilted wheat;
and truth is fact, not obsolete.
When to the sky the weeds can reach,
be careful now just what you teach.

Amendment one, allows free speech,
responsibility though, we must not breech.
And only teach - our thirsty youth,
perfect, simple, unbridled truth.

History's fact. It doesn't live.
It doesn't take. It doesn't give.
And it proclaims to everyone -
that it's over - done, done, done.

All truth is built on nothing less,
than fact alone - It's not a guess.
It stands alone - a priceless vase,
without a flaw - to rest its case.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


The Perfect Man 2-16-06

Joe is perfect.
He wakes up just before the alarm goes off.
He shaves with the perfect razor,
brushes his teeth with the perfect toothpaste, flosses,
takes a shower, combs his hair and holds it with perfect hair spray.
He puts on his perfect suit, his perfect tie, and his perfect shoes.
After his perfect breakfast,
he pats his perfect kids on their heads
and kisses his perfect wife goodbye.
He gets in his perfect car
and backs out his perfect driveway
past his perfectly groomed lawn.
He gets to his perfect job
and performs his work perfectly.

Did you really believe that? Nothing is perfect - despite the appearance.
If you really knew Joe,
you'd find many imperfect circumstances in his life.
And, you'd observe that he isn't perfect either.
Not in the least -
especially on the inside.

And just like Joe, another man woke up -
but with confused friends.
He didn't use perfect toothpaste or perfect hair spray.
He had no suit - much less a perfect one.
He had no perfect wife or kids.
He had no perfect vehicle.
He had no perfect home.
His work didn't pay much.
He didn't have perfect friends.
He did have some perfect enemies, though.
In fact, one day, He was beaten with a whip.
Later that day He died.
He was hung from an imperfect tree
with imperfect nails
and an imperfect crown -
not at all fitting for a perfect Man.


©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


White Is White 2-16-06

When I was just a little child
so very long ago,
My grandpa called me over close.
He often told me "No!"

But this time it was diff'rent as
he held my little hand,
He just said "wrong is black",
one day I'd understand.

So now that I am old and wise,
I know just what he meant;
That truth is never black or gray,
that truth is never bent.

Truth is nothing more or less
than what is in God's plan.
And doesn't add a single breath
to lives of mortal man.

And sometimes it seems difficult
to do what's always right;
When everyone is hurried and
so blinded by the night.

But when the soft sweet whisper comes
from Father up above,
We'd better heed the warning from
the Man who’s full of love.

If living, we, just one "white" lie,
our lives are black as coal,
so better make things right before
they drop us in the hole.

For lies are nothing more than sin's
black darkness in the night,
but sunshine kills the darkness and
regains our Christian sight.

Black is black and white is white.
There is no in-between.
And as it was with grandpa there,
it won't go sight-unseen.

It's God alone, who knows what’s best.
His plan we must obey.
So follow in His footsteps. Do
what's white, not black or gray.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


What If? 2-16-06

What if, by chance, the sun didn't rise,
the moon didn't shine, one dozen was nine?
What if, by chance, streams didn't flow,
the wind didn't blow, and we didn't grow?

What if, by chance, birds didn't fly,
fish didn't fry, and we didn't cry?
What if, by chance, we couldn't see,
we couldn't agree, and we weren't free?

What if, by chance, a few were a lot,
ice was too hot, but fire was not?
What if, by chance, a dollar's a dime,
colors were time, and lies were sublime?

What if, by chance, the horizon was near,
a day was a year, and front was the rear?
What if, by chance, kindness was crime,
soapsuds were grime, and talking was mime?

Then that, for sure would be day in the night,
and wrong in the right, and peace in a fight.
Yes, we do have a right to our opinion -
but truth will always prove if it's right.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


February 12, 2006

The Greater 2-12-06

Just look at me now. If you want, you can stare.
And tell the whole world. But I really don't care.
Wrinkle your eyebrows and look down your nose,
And practice that jeer as you straighten your clothes.

We all know by now - it's a very, old song;
That you're always right - and I'm always wrong,
While the speck in my eye is driving me crazy,
The log in your eye has become downright lazy.

I know I'm not perfect - for only One is,
But it doesn't matter. I know that I'm His.
There's only one difference between you and me -
For you're still in prison, and I was set free!

You can yell, you can scream, you can beat me to death,
But I'll keep on saying until my very last breath;
"Don't look at me - then judge my Creator,
For I am the lesser and He is the Greater."

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED