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Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin.
Raised in a Free Methodist / Wesleyan Church
I enjoy the warmth and friendliness of a smaller, non-denominational church
Born dirt poor, was told I would never amount to anything by my 5th grade teacher, became wealthy (first in residential and then commercial real estate), lost everything in the housing crisis/banking scandals of '08 & '09 because my banks failed (not me), then lost both my parents, since 2005 write (mostly Christian) poetry trying to make the world a better place and enjoying my 'dirt poor' quiet life again.
I am no one special.
I fail often.
And though sin has hurt myself and so many in this world, God is still great.
My heart goes out to the little ones who are hurt, tortured and killed in this world of sin - and to the weak and elderly who cannot defend themselves from the corrupt and powerful.
TEARS NO LONGER
Behind the doors of many homes,
no matter where you go -
a multitude of people weep.
Their tears forever flow...
I sat behind my mommy in
the back seat of our car.
My daddy did the driving, but
we didn't get too far.
My mom and I were talking,
and we were smiling wide,
but someone ran the traffic light
and hit us hard broad-side.
The truck came out of nowhere -
the driver, DUI.
And buckled in her seat belt, mom
had watched my daddy die.
I woke up in a hospital -
in pain for several days.
Our fragile world turned up-side-down
in many, many ways...
"Jesus, heal my broken heart.
I feel emotion's tug,
whenever mommy holds me tight
and gives me daddy's hug.
Embraced below Your sunsets
through visions of the wreck -
I know my mom is crying too.
Her tears run down my neck.
"She says we'll be in Heaven there.
It is her only prayer.
Daddy, mother, also I -
are in Your precious care.
Though she forgives the driver -
forget? She never will.
And though the years are passing by,
our tears are flowing still.
"But please forgive me Jesus -
I can't get on my knees.
Fun and laughter, drugs and beer
is all the world sees.
Is several years of crying worth
some stranger's day of fun?
'They know not what they do' You said.
Our tears forever run.
"You hear all my petitions
My deepest thoughts I share.
Your great omniscient presence
surrounds my wheelchair.
But I am not discouraged.
Through faith in You, I know -
in Heav'n, we'll be together -
where tears no longer flow."
©2012 louis gander
Dedicated to innocent children hurt by the world's sin.
Raised in a Free Methodist / Wesleyan Church
I enjoy the warmth and friendliness of a smaller, non-denominational church
Born dirt poor, was told I would never amount to anything by my 5th grade teacher, became wealthy (first in residential and then commercial real estate), lost everything in the housing crisis/banking scandals of '08 & '09 because my banks failed (not me), then lost both my parents, since 2005 write (mostly Christian) poetry trying to make the world a better place and enjoying my 'dirt poor' quiet life again.
I am no one special.
I fail often.
And though sin has hurt myself and so many in this world, God is still great.
My heart goes out to the little ones who are hurt, tortured and killed in this world of sin - and to the weak and elderly who cannot defend themselves from the corrupt and powerful.
TEARS NO LONGER
Behind the doors of many homes,
no matter where you go -
a multitude of people weep.
Their tears forever flow...
I sat behind my mommy in
the back seat of our car.
My daddy did the driving, but
we didn't get too far.
My mom and I were talking,
and we were smiling wide,
but someone ran the traffic light
and hit us hard broad-side.
The truck came out of nowhere -
the driver, DUI.
And buckled in her seat belt, mom
had watched my daddy die.
I woke up in a hospital -
in pain for several days.
Our fragile world turned up-side-down
in many, many ways...
"Jesus, heal my broken heart.
I feel emotion's tug,
whenever mommy holds me tight
and gives me daddy's hug.
Embraced below Your sunsets
through visions of the wreck -
I know my mom is crying too.
Her tears run down my neck.
"She says we'll be in Heaven there.
It is her only prayer.
Daddy, mother, also I -
are in Your precious care.
Though she forgives the driver -
forget? She never will.
And though the years are passing by,
our tears are flowing still.
"But please forgive me Jesus -
I can't get on my knees.
Fun and laughter, drugs and beer
is all the world sees.
Is several years of crying worth
some stranger's day of fun?
'They know not what they do' You said.
Our tears forever run.
"You hear all my petitions
My deepest thoughts I share.
Your great omniscient presence
surrounds my wheelchair.
But I am not discouraged.
Through faith in You, I know -
in Heav'n, we'll be together -
where tears no longer flow."
©2012 louis gander
Dedicated to innocent children hurt by the world's sin.
