Poetry

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There’s one precise location - where lies and truths abide.
It's proven in this big old world where sin and love collide.
With fights and angry battles, with bombs and deadly wars -
yet also acts of kindness - love, forgiveness, open doors.

Now if all wars were ended - and battles could subside,
and wars’ dust finally settled - and guns were set aside;
still sin and love would be at war – battling years and years,
and sin would deceive many - as love would dry the tears.

Deep down inside all soldiers of war torn battled states,
and way down deep inside us all - are two specific gates.
The 'will' that we were given and the trails we would choose,
are sin that shuns, or love that puts - us in our Godly shoes.

Was Jesus much too busy - to heal a withered hand,
to heal the blind or heal the lame - so we might understand?
Jesus loved His enemies – even while on the cross,
and how we love each other is - deep below our gloss.

God still loves the least of these. I cannot answer why,
but when I stumbled on that truth, it made this old man cry.
From one precise location, our Lord was ripped apart.
That very place for our own cross, is deep within our heart....

©2008 louis gander (9-6-08) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
www.ganderpoems.org/

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