Poetry

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

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

So now that I'm much older,
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 blinded by the night.

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

If we're just living one "white" lie -
our lives are black as coal.
So we better make it right before
they drop us in the hole.

For lies are nothing more than -
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,
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 (2-16-06) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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