"The selfless protecting of another's own, health and life, the vigorous defending of another's rights, liberty and freedom, and the sensitive attending to another's suffering, heartbreak or misfortune, these truly maketh a man — and remember this: That love knows nothing of wrong; and truth, nothing of accommodation."
Welcome to my reality based website
This website features both secular-generic and
Christian poetry, such being my personal journey; a cathartic exercise,
collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views,
beliefs and experiences, and all being my own work.
A number of light-hearted poems are included too.
Website aim, via calling it as it is...
To stimulate thought; generate discussion; and facilitate change. Issues that need addressing. Things that need saying.
Poem coverage, in brief...
love; life; empathy; human rights; equality; suffering;
death; suicide; values;
health; tyranny; environmental/animal issues;
religion; politics; welfare; age; violence; wealth; war; crime; etc.
Note: The number of verses in my typical poems, (as opposed to my alternative poems), can vary, and so too can the number of beats per line in any given poem.
Three of them represent my — ALTERNATIVE — poems which do not have verses.
Any of these poems may change from time to time, (or be upgraded). Last change/upgrade: 1 February 2015.
Why make this website?
To understand the purpose of this website, and my poetry, click on the PURPOSE button. Or, alternatively, first read my poem "Poetry With A Mission" (and attached poems) by clicking on the button to the right; then follow the link (beneath those poems) to the PURPOSE page.
What this website is committed to...
Freedom of expression; civil-religious liberty; human rights;
peace; the search for truth; and concern for creatures and the underdog.
Oh, by the way...
Please bear in mind that my journey hasn’t ended, and that as a
consequence, I’m still stumbling, still making mistakes, and thus
learning and growing just like
everyone else. Therefore, if I have erred somehow, I ask your
forgiveness in advance. However, it should always be kept in mind that
both this website and its contents have primarily been designed to
provoke thought that might not otherwise be forthcoming. If you
disagree with something that I’ve said-cum-think I’m wrong, remember
this: How can I grow if you don’t let me know? — should it be that I am wrong. And yes, I would like the chance to reply.
You won't leave unaffected — therefore, expect the unexpected; and please remember
the following: That personal expression is exactly that, and that you chose to enter. Bravo!
No inappropriate content — just communication that's straight, open, honest and sincere.
"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)
that shouts, confronts, questions, rouses, informs, pleads,
shares, inspires, encourages, heartens, empathises, weeps, sighs,
smiles and sees love as the only answer.
Poetry that takes no sides but that of all
who’ve been wrongly accused or mistreated — in other words, poetry that
condemns wrong wherever and whoever it's coming from, and whatever
that wrong may be.
that often behaves like prose thus making prose behave like poetry;
such being an experiment that bridges the two and frees poetry from its
somewhat rigid constraints
— the message contained within each poem being more the focus than the poetic artistry.
poems, (a good portion of my poetry), could possibly be viewed as being
somewhat like paragraphs or a complete page in a book where the end
of each line happens to rhyme.
as if the way we live now determines our destiny, (eternal life in a paradise or eternal death), lest it be so — and remember this: That if we did in fact only live for three score years and ten, it would be better that those years be as bright and wholesome as possible rather than plagued by self-imposed worry, pain, strife, hardship or misery, unless, of course, any discomfort was the result of suffering for another’s sake."
“Lance Landall reporting for duty, Sir!”
“Time you got here. Okay, son, get that rhythm and rhyme flowing, be it pithy words or witty fun, and see that there’s no slowing, ya hear. And while you’re at it, son, lots of verses too, not just one or two, and share — yes, every single one. Bowl them over with poetry and prose, anything poets might dare to compose, rattle their brain cells, yank at their heart, and tickle their toes — yes, make ’em laugh, make ’em think, make ’em cry — even get them wondering why. And while you’re at it, son, throw in a little bit of this and that, and don’t stop until it’s done. Now scat."
“When it comes to freedom of expression, anything and anyone must be fair game, (not exempt from scrutiny and criticism), because any line drawn is an automatic infringement and one step always being the beginning of more; and then, who's our master? — and remember this: That religion should be big enough to cope with ridicule, and every one of us sensible enough to know that there's a time, place and way, and every one of us kind enough to show the same thought and feeling that we would like to receive from others."
Or to put it all another way:
"There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in permitting its abuse."
SAMPLE POEMS, SECULAR
You're Not Alone
I wish I could remove your suffering, or is it heartbreak you’re going through?
But all I can do is show that I care via word or act, thus thinking of you.
For who’d ignore a fellow traveller struggling with pain or grief? — no, not I,
This world having given me many a reason to sigh, cry and question “Why?”
Yes, there’re many of us who’ve suffered too, though I’ve no desire to talk of me,
But rather, to let you know that you’re not alone, though feeling so, possibly.
And if so, understandably so, for this world can be very harsh and cold,
Or so it seems until the cheer of a caring rosebud is seen to unfold.
Perhaps it’s just a hug you need, or arm around the shoulder, such no mere token,
For sometimes greater thoughtfulness is shown via an act where words aren’t spoken.
In fact, words oft getting in the way, some folk kind of clumsy with what they say,
But meaning well, though who among us never errs, isn’t seen to wrongly weigh?
Yes, be it physical or emotional, some things are very hard to bear,
And why it’s reassuring to know that folk who truly love and care are near.
For though they can’t wave a magic wand, they can seek or pray on our behalf, and
In the meantime, via word or act, show that they really feel for us, understand.
By Lance Landall
They're All The Same To Me
I don’t care whether someone is rich or poor, black or white, a waiter or a surgeon, a Muslim, Jew, atheist or Christian,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and as far as my life and circle go, not out but in,
For all have a place in this world, and are no less worthy, no higher or lower — and I, always there should they call upon me,
As such is how I believe things should be, and just how I would like them to treat me, and given that we’re all one big family.
Therefore, I won’t betray anyone, dob them in, kick them when they’re down, talk behind their back, stab them in the back, nor hold them back,
And I won’t lay a hand on them, fool them, rob them, spurn them, mock, knock, threaten or manipulate them, nor somehow get my own back,
For what would such say of me? — and all it would do in fact, is just drag me down to a level that would hardly benefit me,
A level I choose not to sink to, for it’s a dead-end street, something that works against rather than for, injuriously.
Yes, I don’t care where people are from, what their past was like, whether they’re short, tall, slim, fat, bald, cross-eyed, missing a limb, or ugly,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, worthy of my time, effort, thought, wealth, love, care and mercy,
And on their behalf I will speak or stand, hoping that they would do the same for me, and if they didn’t, it still wouldn’t stop me,
For I must be true to myself, my conscience clear, my actions transparent, impartial and fair, and I thus acting honourably.
And I’ll decide for myself what someone’s like, not what I’m told is so, allowing them to defend them self, and overtime grow,
Bearing in mind that we all make mistakes, and deserve another chance, and that when it comes to others, what do we really know?
And hence why I refuse to label or pigeonhole people, or misjudge them, and why I don’t care if they’re three or ninety three,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and all deserving of the same freedom and liberty.
Yes, I don’t care whether someone's a liberal or conservative, a meat-eater or vegan, a prostitute or a tramp,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters — yes, despite whether they’re in this camp, that camp, (or are camp) —
As every human is precious, and why the greater their need, the greater my response, for the litmus test of our decency
Is how we treat those who’re different-cum-less understood, the disadvantaged, vulnerable, suffering and minority.
By Lance Landall
The poem above is referring to that love that we should have for all, and yet, fall so far short of. And terrorism
and heinousness aside.
It's So Easy
It’s so easy to look at others, (and sound evaluations must oft be made),
But clearly we all have our own sad flaws and failings, and some price for wrong have paid.
Yes, most of us needing more than just a cut and polish, and yet, pointing harshly,
And this, when many are struggling with who knows what; or they clinging perilously.
Yes, insensitive words and acts can act like boots on fingers, and down many go,
Cutting stones and rocks showering them as they plummet; other R.I.Ps below.
And we with all the excuses as to why they have only got themselves to blame —
Well, one way or another — and self-righteousness too often adding to our shame.
Yes, it’s true that many have caused their own dilemma having acted foolishly,
But it’s better to give them a helping hand and not leave some folk feeling angry.
For anger that's fuelled by frustration or desperation can kick back at us all —
Well, one way or another — and why it pays to show heart-cum-make the better call.
But hey, where’s our humanity, that milk of human kindness-cum-selfless love, and,
That mercy that's also long-suffering, that attempt to try and understand?
After all, friend, what if the boot was on the other foot, and thus we in their place?
For life has a habit of toppling thrones and rebuking any who don’t show grace.
By Lance Landall
Come The Revolution
Yes, come the revolution — that love revolt — folk refusing to argue or fight,
Such an underground movement that’s warmth would replace all the darkness and gloom with light.
Yes, a joining of hands or linking of arms, kindness and compassion on a roll,
A desire for all that’s good, honourable and worthy soon reigning in each soul.
Imagine it! Handshakes, cuddles and even kisses greeting people every day,
They unable to escape the wave of love and benevolence coming their way.
Oh, how exciting to even think of such, for what a difference it would make,
And why I yearn for such a revolution, peace and harmony left in its wake.
Yes, no destructive riots, just winning ways and smiles, happiness and joy seizing hearts,
Everyone making the best of everything, helping out where there’s spilt apple carts.
A revolution where there’s no turning back, all negative bridges burnt behind,
And when it came to coldness, thoughtlessness and oversight, such one hard-pressed to find.
Wow, wouldn’t it be grand, so come the revolution, I say, that Tsunami of love,
And above the door of each home and workplace those fitting symbols, a heart and dove.
Yes, no more selfishness, but a never-ending fountain of everything that’s best,
All thanks to that people changing revolution — the best cause in which to invest.
By Lance Landall
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Please put your head on my shoulder just like you used to do, because you’re still my girl,
And I aware that the petals of our twilight years are beginning to unfurl.
So may our love bloom with a deeper hue before those petals fall in quiet repose,
They clustering together with tender kisses and soft nuzzlings that life's end knows.
Oh, those precious memories of how you’d take my hand and arm and then rest your head,
My shoulder rejoicing in the pleasure of a feminine act that so much said.
And why I’m still moved when you take my hand and arm and rest your head on my shoulder,
For where there’s such love, there are some things that never change even when one gets older.
So please put your head on my shoulder and nestle closer, because you’re still my girl,
And my love for you like a protective clam that’s been nurturing a precious pearl.
And you bringing out the man in me, your head on my shoulder declaring your trust,
And may it remain so until those parting words, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
Yes, how I love those strolls, that hand that oft moves to my chest, the pressure of your breast,
That special closeness that warms my soul, steals my quickened heart and makes me feel so blessed.
And that still delights, excites and invites, declaring our love to the beholder,
A love that treasures each moment we have — so please, Dear, put your head on my shoulder.
By Lance Landall
My Dear Friend
My dear friend, and because I truly love you so — in other words, truly care —
I’ll always tell you what you need to know, not just say what you might like to hear.
And therefore certain things may hurt, and this, no matter how carefully I tread,
As truth often reveals the unpleasant, those things that sometimes need to be said.
And that’s love, for love puts another’s best interests first, even withholds praise —
In other words, doesn’t say you’re good at something when you’re not, nor false hopes raise —
Otherwise, you might well make a fool of yourself, perhaps reaching for a mike,
And those in the audience laughing at your voice, wishing you’d be on your bike.
No, love has far more sense than that, for had I foolishly said that you sing well,
You’d be slow to trust my judgment again given how “Get off the stage!” can chill.
But enough about singing, for that’s just one example, and why truth’s best said,
And lest due to such folly you join the ranks of those who’ve nonsense in their head.
Yes, the world is full of inflated egos, balloons that are about to burst,
Folk who’ve been set up for a fall via misplaced warm fuzzies of which they’ve a thirst;
And why criticism’s hardly popular despite it oft being a good friend,
And the way of fools soon leading to their own or someone else’s sticky end.
And this, dear friend, why I’ll always be honest with you, share what it’s best you know,
And thus I at peace with myself, my conscience clear and my heart shouting, “Bravo!”
For stating the truth and calling things as they are is not just a caring act,
But a courageous one given how so many now prefer fantasy to fact.
By Lance Landall
Don't Doubt Your Worth
Sometimes we can feel like a nobody, lost within the great sea of humanity,
A grain of sand pushed and pulled by life’s tides, or shoved by waves of insensitivity.
Or perhaps a leaf, one that’s detached and floating aimlessly, adrift on a cool breeze,
One caught in some melancholy Autumn, concerned that fate’s careless rake might cruelly seize.
Yes, sometimes life can leave us feeling left out, that we don’t fit in, and we feel alone,
Lost in caverns of introspection, where we wrestle fretfully, and inwardly groan.
Or we struggle to find our way through the maze of past mistakes, regret nipping our heels,
And we wonder — yes, we oft wonder — is there anyone else who the same as us feels?
A nobody, a grain of sand, a leaf, an after thought possibly, or last resort,
Someone who hardly figures in the mind of others, a vessel that’s without a port.
Yes, somebody just like us, aching inside, wanting to be noticed, or even heard,
Who’s seemingly destined to go it alone, others nodding but not saying a word.
And yet, our value is just as great, and our place on this earth just as necessary,
Thus, regardless of how we may feel, we have an important place in humanity,
For every beach relies on every grain of sand, and each leaf has its place on each tree,
Thus, should our time on earth expire, so much the worse for our absence this world would be.
By Lance Landall
Don't Doubt Your Place
Don’t be fazed by film stars, pop stars, presidents, kings, queens or popes, nor consider yourself any less,
For they’re just as human as you are, and no greater, despite their position, power or success.
Yes, they too, have to attend that little room where one is humbled, and they too, become elderly,
For they’re just as mortal as you, simply have a different function, are known far more publicly.
And hence why I’d never pay homage to one who’s as earthly as me, though I’d still act politely,
Aware that some have a certain role to play, a certain authority, responsibility.
But though such be so, I also knowing that they don't have a different body or brain to me,
And hence are thus my equal, and there to serve too, not to lord it over me, or humanity.
History’s littered with ambitious, deluded fools, propelled by delusions of grandeur — their own —
They wanting to make their mark, and boy, they sure do, terribly so, dictating from their self made throne.
Others strut like egotistic peacocks, lapping up the attention, basking in their own glory,
Only to suffer the same fate as anyone else — lost looks, old age, a plot in a cemetery.
Meantime, amidst their power play, or love affair with the limelight, they act as if they’re more worthy,
When in fact they’re often less so, given that their acts or behaviour work more injuriously.
And those who could be deemed as worthy, and even greater, are humbly lost within society,
Where they quietly leave behind a better legacy — selflessly, and even unconsciously.
By Lance Landall
Even when life has dealt us blows, left us with hurt and pain, it’s better to remain loving,
And midst the fog of broken dreams, heartache and loss, to seek out others with whom we can sing.
By that I mean, to lose ourselves in selfless acts and gentle ways, and words that warm and heal,
For responding any differently, even more joy, peace, hope and happiness will steal.
Yes, such is how we make our heart smile again, how we still move forward, and find our way through,
Searching for any little thing that will brighten, found in those things that for others we do.
For as we lift another’s spirit, ease their lot, and via those loving acts of kindness share,
Our own load is lightened, our season soothed, and possibilities are oft seen to appear.
We shouldn’t dwell on what we’re missing, on what might’ve been, or even on what should’ve been,
But rather, make the most of the present and what we have, for things will always intervene.
Hence why life’s really in the living, the being, our sight, our hearing, even our sense of smell,
And not so much in grandiose plans, nor romantic dreams, for many betray, kiss and tell.
Better to thrive on little, for little disappoints less, given expectations are low,
And given that acceptance and contentment are the two greatest friends that any can know.
For we all arrived with nothing, and will leave with nothing, given living is in the being,
And why we’ll never experience true peace until this little gem of truth we’re seeing.
By Lance Landall
Mind What You Say And Do
It’s sad that it can take almost a life-time before we’ve learnt, and then it’s often too late,
For the damage is done, our energy waning, and troubles and poor health lying in wait,
And we, very regretful, our back against the wall, and old father time ticking away,
All of which then seems to conspire against us, as if wanting to make us suffer and pay.
When all is said and done, it’s all about treating other folk well, and not causing them ill,
For come those twilight hours of our life, and amidst deep reflection, past wrongs may haunt and chill,
Yes, rather than the warmth of much happier memories, and deeds more noble and worthy,
We may feel cold draughts of restlessness and anxiety, and sleep may not come easily.
And we may also be forced to live with the baleful results of our callousness and folly,
Be that via personal scars, or scars we’ve inflicted on others that shout at us daily,
For all that we do and say — results in something — be it minor or major, good or bad,
Which, amidst our final years, will leave past years looking beautifully or shamefully clad.
Or to put it another way, such will leave us selflessly clothed or selfishly exposed,
Our conscience clear or pricking, and we, thus either agitated or serenely composed,
For all that we leave behind, either remains behind, or catches up, eventually,
A fact that has borne the test of time — one that rather than later, is better learnt early.
By Lance Landall
How Does One Treat A Woman — One's Wife?
“How does one treat a woman?” he asked me. “As if she’s an endangered species,”
I replied with a smile, which only an honourable man desires and sees.
Never that man who can’t see past his food, loins, mates and beer, and who’s seldom there,
Or having a compartmentalised adulterous night, even long term affair.
So, how does one treat a woman? — getting to the nuts and bolts of it all, and,
Bearing in mind those differences that neither sex will fully understand.
Well, you treat her like a female first and foremost, rough hands having no place here,
And you never giving her any reason for disappointment, doubts or fear.
In other words, you treat her like a lady, thus opening doors before her,
And when it comes to a clash of desires, you doing that which she would prefer,
And that way you’re surely bound to please, and how your tender care for her she sees,
For once you defend your wants, she’s likely to feel a cooling, self-centred breeze.
And yes, usher her cross busy roads with a gentle, watchful, protective hand,
And you then taking the curb side lest some driver make a move they hadn’t planned.
For she needs to know what length and depth you’d go to for her, should some threat arise;
Though such should be the way of any man the moment he hears a woman’s cries.
And yes, treat her kids well too, for how you do says so much too, they of her womb,
And thus when it comes to certain behaviour or acts, you giving such no room.
And such being to your benefit too, as your wife and kids will reciprocate,
For what goes around comes around, it's said, which so many find out far too late.
But you know, (and not to mention that example that fathers set-cum-show)...
A man’s not a man — well, hardly manly — if he treats any woman poorly,
And why a man should treat his partner well, love and cherish her, actually.
Yes, he delivering on his promises, or what he leads her to believe,
For there’s nothing worse than a spouse who’s seen to strike, renege, betray or deceive.
So, how does one treat a woman? Via all the above and more, that she may bloom,
And never have cause to regret whom she married, that younger sweet-talking groom.
He older now, but still treating her as affectionately, sensitively,
For a woman’s heart is never to be won but romanced continually.
Yes, that's how you treat a woman — your wife — though all women should be treated well,
For what does it say of men when women aren't-cum-those tales many have to tell?
And hence why every husband should always seek to do what is best for his wife,
Who, when it comes to their relationship, has every right to a happy life.
By Lance Landall
A number of my poems cover this same subject and those which are related to it. For example: Love The Girl, You're Fine The Way You Are, This Woman Who's In Your Life. In consideration of men, you might like to read my poems When Women Should Consider Forgiveness, and, Women Who're Guilty Too, secular poems section. There's also an article of mine entitled Are Women Blameless? which is found on my Bits 'n' Bobs page.
For Crying Out Loud
You may not approve of same-sex sexual acts, Gay marriages, pornography or abortion,
Cults, certain religious beliefs and practices, door knockers, dope smoking or prostitution
— And that’s your right —
But for crying out loud, don’t ever mentally or physically abuse anybody,
For hate filled words, cruel acts and violence are not only moronic, but weak and cowardly.
Okay, so someone hurt you — so what? — for you don’t have to retaliate, thus acting like them,
For how can you stand tall and protest when indulging in the very same thing that you condemn?
No, striking back is a mug’s game, and who wants to emulate the behaviour of fools and bullies?
For all who treat others badly are partakers in evil, suffering from the same disease.
Yes, you’ve a right to your view, freedom of expression precious, and rightful avenues of protest,
But for crying out loud, never lay hands on anybody, nor in abusiveness invest.
For sad rhetoric and callous behaviour are good friends of bigotry and persecution,
And thus always add to humanity’s problems rather than joining hands in any solution.
You may not be happy with some who’ve authority, their introductions or audacity,
Or you may have a problem with some organisation, and some underhand things that you see.
But whatever or whoever, you get to choose your response, for that response doesn’t choose you,
And whatever that response, it’ll paint you as bad or better, as one’s words and acts always do.
So for crying out loud anyone, stifle those words, unclench those fists, and shun any weaponry,
For though you’ve a right to think and feel differently, you’ve no right to mistreat humanity.
And should someone hurt you, don’t jump on the same merry-go-round, but rather, help pull on the brakes,
For the one who doesn’t becomes a party to the crime, and love, wisdom and foresight forsakes.
By Lance Landall
The poem above is referring to our general treatment of others.
Only little teardrops, maybe, but not so little that pain that many have inside,
Pain that seems loath to go, it a very tiring foe, pain that's too difficult to hide.
Teardrops that trickle, and possibly tickle, tears that well up and invariably slide,
Tears that despite any efforts made, still have their way, their say, and resolve override.
Tears on the faces of children, friends and strangers, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives,
Tears that too often are seen, even foreseen — yes, featuring in far too many lives.
Tears that can last for ages, chapters or pages, tears that sometimes simply come and go,
Weeping that disturbs, sobbing that perturbs, tears that impatiently burst and overflow.
Yes, only little teardrops, they salty to the taste, they smudged, dabbed at, or brushed away,
Tears that are destined to fall, tears that momentarily stall, tears that much hurt convey.
Teardrops that flow, rapidly or slow, tears that gush, rush, and pride reluctantly forgo,
A single tear, a stream, such a very common theme, one that too many people know.
Tears that cross the genders, each race or caste, tears on the faces of rich and poor alike,
Tears that respect no position, nor any condition, tears that can suddenly strike.
Tears that lie in waiting, they seemingly anticipating, tears that appear on cue,
Tears that are caused by others, or over others, and those things that one cannot undo.
Yes, only little teardrops, maybe, but not so little that sadness that’s deep within,
Pain bubbling from an inner well, tears that one really can’t quell, they moist upon one’s skin.
Tears that coyly peek, then softly and quietly sneak, or hurriedly roll down one’s cheek,
They pain's outward expression, sorrowful confession — yes, teardrops, with their telling streak.
By Lance Landall
This is one of my older poems that I've recently upgraded.
It's Not Until Later
Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.
It seems that when we’re in our youth, (even a little older), we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.
Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.
If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now — and can’t explain.
By Lance Landall
When Love Will Have The Final Say
When I see love in action — love that’s genuine and true — I just know that there must be a plan for man,
One with the best of intentions, one that’s been awaiting its time — that is, since evil somehow began.
And I’ll keep on believing so, for there’s one thing I’m sure of — LOVE WILL TRIUMPH SOON — and permanently,
But not before we’ve seen the worst of evil, its final push to ensnare all, albeit temporarily.
Yes, I’ll take love’s side any day, for I have seen its fruitage, and thus know of its possibilities,
Unlike evil — a dead-end street — which, when it’s reigning within folk, just acts like a terminal disease,
One that’s contagious, though there is a cure for those who wish to be free of its poisonous infamy,
And that cure is love — unconditional, unadulterated love — for I have seen its potency.
Oh yes, nothing works like love, nothing satisfies more — for love, unlike hate, is balanced and in harmony,
A beautiful holistic tree, bursting with bountiful promises — yes, cheery growth that one can see.
A tree that keeps on giving, no thought for itself, but nourished and fed by its own generosity,
Each one of its flowers leaving a lasting sweetness in the air, one rich in selfless ancestry.
And why I just know that love’s the answer, and that in due season it will deliver, not disappoint,
Unlike evil, which leaves a bitter taste, a cruel legacy — not a home, but some sleazy rundown joint.
Yes, only love knows the way, only love provides hope, purpose and light, a coming solution filled day,
And why I won’t stop believing until that time when love will have the final say, and thus evil slay.
By Lance Landall
The Heart Of The Matter
If I were the ruler of Earth — God, say — and had to judge everyone-cum-their fate,
I’d be focussing on their heart; and over its condition, long deliberate.
For there I’d find the key to their reward or penalty, whatever such might be,
Given that within each heart there lies the truth-cum-transparency or secrecy.
Yes, one’s heart is the heart of the matter, it compelling us to do this or that,
We either acting rightly or wrongly; love for our fellowman being where it’s at.
And why I would want to study its course, its past, present-cum-future tendencies,
Whether it thought beyond itself, or whether it’s riddled with some callous disease.
And thus my gaze looking for selflessness, beauty and light, a love beating strongly,
As I would be hoping to find its machinery working rightly, not wrongly.
For why reward a toxic heart? — its hardened vessels hardly beating lovingly,
But rather, they narrowed due to a selfish cholesterol, sad propensity.
No, such a heart wouldn’t please me, my scrutiny not leaving any stone unturned,
I checking to see whether from that errant path it had veered, and now, with love burned.
For though it once pumped with the self-serving, its change of direction would have me pause,
And thus stamp reward instead of penalty — and by the way, what’s the state of yours?
By Lance Landall
It's Our World
Dear fellow traveller, amidst the billions on this Earth — I’ve a message I wish to share, given your inheritance by birth, and your existing presence here.
This planet is yours and mine, it doesn’t belong solely to kings or queens, popes or presidents, prime ministers in residence, nor any government; even power or society behind the scenes, but rather, to us, the people — yes, not someone on a throne, behind an official desk, or ecclesiastically ensconced under some steeple.
No disrespect is intended here, but only the clear recognition, that this Earth belongs to humanity, you and I — in other words, us, we — not solely to those in power, regardless of their position, regardless of their authority, and including any majority, for humanity is also the minority, given that we’re all linked genetically, historically, and universally, and given that such is acting humanely, quite honestly.
Though rightful laws and order have their place, no one should seek to conquer and rule the human race, and all who would seek to do so, by stealth, legislation or might, wouldn’t have justification, would be lovers of darkness rather than light, who though pretending otherwise, would ultimately catch by surprise, thus displaying their true face.
Yes, this planet belongs to you and I, who likewise, pressure or force cannot justify, (despite how much we might try), for the birthright of all is freedom and liberty, (be that civil or religiously), the right to be left alone to live in peace and harmony, to be free from the evil plots, plans and tentacles of tyranny, and not to mention, the right to have access to every necessity.
Yes, we weren’t meant to be controlled, bought or sold, trampled on, sneeringly looked upon, coldly mistreated, shackled, persecuted or defeated, somehow abused, indifferently used, played with like marionettes, gathered together in plotter’s nets, nor considered as if just a clone, for we’ve a brain, a heart, a dream, a path, a life and purpose of our own, and were born to love not hate, and to goodness, mercy and kindness radiate, for such always works for the best, ensuring that all are blest, whereas hate just destroys, and all manner of evil employs, for it’s tied to lust and power, seeks to overthrow not empower, and all the while, oft hiding behind a smile, (which given time, quickly turns sour).
Though we’re humanity, we’re not some herd to be rounded up, processed and programmed physically, mentally or emotionally, nor were we meant to be serfs at the beck and call of bureaucracy, but rather, are individuals in our own right, little worlds of our own, with corresponding patents and copyright.
Yes, it’s our world, not the possession of a group, a majority, nor some man, who, were these given control — that is, of the world as a whole — would prove a threat to all, and eventually, flames of trouble just fan.
By Lance Landall
"Violence and murder are never the way of the enlightened but those who’ve diseased hearts and minds, those who’ve taken leave of their senses, those who’ve been wrongly fed or brainwashed, and all of them misusing their liberty — and remember this: That our true character is revealed by the way we treat
SAMPLE POEMS, CHRISTIAN
Dear Grieving One
Oh, how we await that day when the sting of death we’ll feel no more, that heartbreak,
Yes, that pain that only those who grieve know, that loneliness-cum-that gnawing ache.
And come that day will, for Christ has promised such relief, and hears each griever’s cry,
He meantime seeking to comfort with expressions of love till those tears He’ll dry.
So take heart, dear grieving one, for Christ is grieving too, He well knowing your pain,
For your loved one’s loved even greater by Him, and hence why those nail prints remain.
And why you can be assured of His love too, and more so at such a sad time,
For Christ will be holding the ladder when from those grieving depths you seek to climb.
Yes, no one’s had cause to grieve more than Christ, the wounded comforter, healer too,
Who delights in delivering healing balm, helping grievers find their way through.
And you will, despite those dark days, dark days that Christ has known too, hence that light,
Those heavenly rays of sunshine that cut through clouds of grief, and say, “Hope’s in sight.”
And indeed it is, for Christ will soon return, and such grieving will be no more,
All being why we have an eternity of unbridled happiness in store.
Yes, death’s sting finally gone, no more heartbreak, gnawing ache, loneliness or tears,
Christ having dealt with such once and for all — a Saviour who truly loves and cares.
By Lance Landall
In memory of a friend — John Matsis — who passed away on the 29 May, 2013, (and who often
helped me by checking my grammar and playing the devil's advocate).
Welcome To The Family Of God
Yes, welcome to the family of God, those who now have hope beyond the grave,
For the very God who created mankind came to Earth in order to save.
So never doubt your decision, nor go back on it, as Satan wants you lost,
And hence why you should always stand firm for Jesus Christ no matter what the cost.
Oh, how He loves you, and how happy you’ve made Him, He who can’t wait to return,
And then He’ll take you in His outstretched arms and far more about His love you’ll learn.
For God is all about goodness, not that cruel picture that Satan paints, sadly,
Which sees many giving up or spurning the path that leads to eternity.
Yes, Satan will certainly put your new found faith to the test, but hang in there,
For God has promised He’ll always be with you and that one day He’ll soon appear.
And meantime He has also promised that He’ll give you all the strength that you’ll need,
For no one can make it on their own, and why daily on His Word you should feed.
Oh yes, you can trust Him alright, as He’ll be there through thick or thin, good or bad,
For He’s the best friend you could ever have, the finest example of a dad.
And He having sent the Holy Spirit to guide and not just empower you,
Given that discernment and His truths will serve you well, and staying near Him too.
So let me commend you on His behalf, for He’s so chuffed that you’ve chosen Him,
His way being the path to joy and peace, the devil’s path both deceptive and grim.
And why I’m so glad you’ve joined the family of God, chosen the One who cares,
And this more than proven by those ugly scars that each hand and foot of His bears.
Now that’s love! Pure, unadulterated and unconditional love, true love,
Love like you’ll never find on Earth, for it’s Divine — yes, no mere likeness above —
But everything you could wish for, it looking to the present and future, and,
It all courtesy of a God who’s suffered too, hence how He can understand.
And this why He’ll bear long with you, forgive your faltering but repentant steps,
Carry you when you’re tired and weary, be with you no matter how tough it gets.
And yes, there’ll be more expressions of His love within each day, within each year,
And an eternity of them when He finally arrives and shouts, “I’m here!”
By Lance Landall
Inspired by a special day, (a baptism), 6 December 2014
The God Of Emotions
Oh yes, Jesus has feelings too, hence that tragic setting at Gethsemane,
For there Christ was witnessed sweating drops of blood at the prospect of Calvary.
Oh, the weight of what He had to face, and failure being a possibility,
Hence why He fell with His face to the ground overwhelmed at the enormity,
And prayed: “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me,”
And thrice He prayed such, though adding, “Yet not as I will, but as You will,” and then,
There He was at the tomb of Lazarus where He wept, touched by the sorrows of men.
Oh yes, Christ sure has feelings, has known rejection, grief and pain, (such is clear),
And therefore, how terribly unkind it would be to think that He doesn’t care.
Yes, many times He was moved by the plight of someone’s suffering, and still is,
For via His creating of Adam and Eve, every person on this Earth is His.
And oh, how He cares, hates the sad entrance of sin-cum-that great controversy,
Which, in order that He be vindicated, must reach its telling finale.
And why I holler, “What a great God of love He is!,” and I will tell you why:
At any time He could’ve easily and completely destroyed humanity,
And with every right given our rebelliousness, ungrateful insanity.
Yes, that sad lack of trust, that disbelief, as if we just found our own way here,
When it was He who created everything, design and not chance crystal clear.
So listen, friend, for when you’re down and out, backed in a corner or nursing pain,
There’s a Saviour who’s deeply moved by your distress and with keys to every chain.
And all you have to do is turn to Him, for everyone’s plight tugs at His heart,
And oh, how He longs for that day when both you and Him will never be apart.
The God of emotions who feared eternal separation from His Father,
And sweated drops of blood while His disciples slept, (we too, doing what we’d rather).
Yes, a God who wept at the tomb of Lazarus, mortality’s cold domain,
And whose heart wells up with the same deep emotion when we too cry out in pain.
And be that pain emotional or physical, Christ suffering from both too,
His hands and feet marred by ugly nails, His heart pierced by sin and words that weren’t true.
Oh, how He suffered, for He’s the God of emotions, emotions placed in you,
For we’ve been made in His image and thus were created with same feelings too.
By Lance Landall
The Mystery Of God's Love
Oh, the mystery of God’s love given how we wander from His side-cum-stray,
Given how we even turn our back on Him and foolishly go our own way,
And yet, there His love is, it unchanged and sure, it vigilant and unfailing,
But oh, off we go having forgotten those thorns, that cruel flogging and nailing.
Yes, our sleeping bag stashed behind God’s couch, as it were, we coming and going,
Our roving eyes paining our waiting Bridegroom who is all seeing and knowing,
And yet, though He could turn His back and has a right to, He still keeps wooing us,
For no one else’s love is as deep and forgiving as that displayed by Jesus.
Oh, how merciful and longsuffering He is — yes, such love a mystery,
Our one night stands and long term affairs constantly provoking His jealousy,
And yet, there He is, seeking, calling, even pleading, and where on Earth are we,
But seated in Satan’s playpen or coming and going indifferently.
Yes, the mystery of God’s love, we so undeserving of its warmth and grace,
And oh, how oft we take it for granted and our own crazy, selfish things chase,
And yet, God still persevering with us, hoping that we’ll be faithful and true,
For all that He has in store for us outshines those things we’re so prone to pursue.
And this why God is up all night, He pacing back and forth, His lantern glowing,
He peering into the darkness where ill winds are busy chilling and blowing.
Oh, how our Saviour yearns for our eternal company, our greatest well-being,
Which, once at home, and via the mystery of His love, we’ll never stop seeing.
By Lance Landall
Right In Front Of Our Noses
Looking for answers, hope, love, a hero, one who could even rescue mankind?
Well, you’ll never beat that God who died to save us — and thus in blood, His love signed.
Oh, He’s real alright, eyewitnesses having seen and recorded such, and why
A cruel cross has become transformed, and a merciful advocate sits on high.
And hey, He not the one who’s responsible for all the pain and misery,
But a devil called Satan who thought he was riding high until Calvary.
And yes, he the one who has folk running after anything and everything,
Rather than the One who created us, a loving God who’ll deal with death’s sting.
So don’t let doubts or some evolution theory have you thinking otherwise,
For God is a God of truth, Earth’s creator, and Satan the father of lies,
Who, by the way, and right from the beginning, has challenged God’s authority,
Viscously attacked His Word, and via this avenue or that, sought His glory.
Yes, everything right in front of our noses, there all along, and yet folk stray
Away from the arms of a soon returning Saviour, and for what doesn't pay.
But isn’t that the way, we reaping what we sow, even finding out too late,
But God is gracious, and therefore, He slow to close Earth’s apocalyptic gate.
So if you’re looking for answers, hope, love, a super hero that you can trust,
Look no further than Jesus Christ, He faithful, all powerful, righteous and just.
And when the time is right, He’ll deal with that devil who tempts, afflicts and destroys,
And who in order to achieve his evil ends, disguised men on Earth employs.
Yes, there’s only one super hero, and it’s not Batman, this man or that man,
But a God that much evidence points to; and the impossible? — yes, He can!
For it was He who hung the stars in space, set this Earth spinning, and precisely,
He being a God of order and beauty who responds to folk personally.
And He not only left a paradise behind to save us, but risked it all,
And even died saying, “Forgive them, Father,” and, “Mind My mum, John,” I recall.
Now that’s Someone worth following, He suffering then and still suffering now,
Not just from more sinful nails, but from what He sees us suffer, yet must allow.
Oh, how He would’ve loved to have wrapped things up long ago, but the scene's not set
Whereby Satan gains total control of Earth via men who’ll aid and abet.
And then, (with Satan's ultimate intention seen), Christ will bring an end to it all,
And finally, and right here, His kingdom of peace, love and harmony install.
By Lance Landall
What Part Of "Do Not Sin" Do We Not Understand?
To begin: Where in God’s Word does it say that it’s okay to consciously sin, (and after repenting, what’s more)? Nowhere, (each Christian a heavenly ambassador), and why Christ said to the woman caught in adultery, “Go, from now on sin no more,” and the same to the man He healed at the pool of Bethesda, (both pretty hard to ignore).
If we’re not capable of refraining from sin, (via power from on high), why are we told to seek the victory over sin, to put away our former life, (our past wrong behaviour), to emulate the righteousness of our Holy Saviour, to live lives that are self-controlled, upright and godly, to keep His commandments, (we doers of His Law, not just hearers, obviously, its principles still having validity), and why Paul said, “How can we who died to sin go on living in it?” — for such would clearly make one a hypocrite.
Oh, those telling questions that just won’t go away, and this, despite God's compassion for our fallen condition, body of clay, and despite one’s acceptance of His gift of grace, obedience-cum-works clearly having its place — and hey, doesn’t continuing to sin slap God in the face, present a stumbling block to others, (our fellow Christian sisters and brothers), and doesn’t such give non-believers ammunition, point out a lukewarm condition, and if we’re honest, force a shameful admission?
"I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew you out of my mouth." Now that says a lot!
"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men."
"Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world."
Tell me, how much stronger does Christ need to say it? — so many of us spiritually unfit, our lantern dim, our witness faulty, our allegiance split, our vision blurred, our passion faint, our effort feeble, (and why many quit) — in other words, we doing far more harm than good, rather than following Christ's example-cum-walking in sync like we should.
So what part of “Do not sin” do we not understand? — Christ’s reward or penalty being close at hand — hence that prior judgment that folk like to ignore, a God who overlooks sin more to their liking, justice tucked in a drawer, and grace that covers sinners supposedly covering sin, so why didn’t God overlook Satan’s sin, and what exactly is sin?
Well, and to begin, sin is rebellion, that “God says but I think” mentality, that self-focussed, self-centred little “me,” that walking contrary to God’s will, Word and ways, that thought, word or act that ill still conveys — and you know, that dusty Bible that’s seldom studied if at all, for what an insult, but thanks for Your grace, Lord — oh, the gall, and look how He suffered on Calvary, and folk still clinging to sin-cum-acting ungratefully, and thinking they're saved, ridiculously.
As for further clarification, and going by God’s Word, and in mind our salvation, (God’s grace not giving us some licence to sin, and our obedience proving that we’re genuine), the following are examples of sin:
Cheating; lying; pretending; stealing; swearing; coveting; not forgiving; irreverence when worshipping; making an idol of anyone or anything; sex before marriage-cum-promiscuity; sexual misconduct; adultery; pornography; saying “Oh my God!” in exclamation, (such using His name in vain and without consideration); rudeness; recklessness; unkindness; spitefulness; deceitfulness; lawlessness; slothfulness; violence; murder; indifference; racism; cronyism; cruelty; jealousy; crudity; bigotry; irresponsibility; vanity, (and that egotistical behaviour that also draws attention to that prideful “me”); manipulation; intimidation; persecution; discrimination; exploitation; making or bowing before graven images, (such being heresy, faulty apostolically); adding to, subtracting from, diluting, distorting or withholding God’s Word; that ungodly and destructive “Haven’t you heard?” (and which is often overheard); same-sex sexual acts; that playing around with the facts; that worldliness that Christ said to shun; that prideful, self-serving “I won!”; that stardom that robs God of glory, and rather than humbleness and godliness, conveys another story; abusing and misusing this planet; that cowardly failure to admit; not doing what we should when we can; and rather than pleasing God, pleasing man, all of which sneers at the heavenly, belittles God’s wisdom and authority, and conveniently turns its back towards Calvary.
Yes, and, (very interestingly), why Christ said, “ ‘Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of Heaven, but only he who does the will of My Father who is in Heaven,' ” which effectively means to obey, both love and truth and faith and works having their say, and thus there being no faulty witness nor shades of grey, for we, according to Paul, should even abstain from “all appearance of evil,” and that’s not all, for the book of Hebrews, (it also attributed to Paul), states, (as if in summarizing), “For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful expectation of judgment,” which isn’t surprising, for once again, look at what Christ said, (which in Bible’s is oft seen in red), “ 'Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works?’ And then will I profess unto them, ‘I never knew you: depart from Me, ye that work iniquity’ ” — and by the way, (for clarity's sake, say), that, "there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins," (Paul's words), means: God's grace isn't covering many Christians, for oh, how they've strayed, and why here, I'm calling a spade a spade, for Christ's coming is very near.
And another thing that I need to convey, (lest any misconstrue what I’ve had to say), is that God’s not expecting perfection, (as we understand perfection), but rather, a committed, no turning back change of direction, a daily surrendering from which righteousness will spring, and we asking His forgiveness where we fail, our best still leaving an imperfect trail, and hence that need of His robe of righteousness that comes courtesy of heavenly graciousness — oh yes, amazing grace, Christ having taken our place, and why salvation can't be earnt, (which some people haven't learnt), for it’s all about that grace — in other words, what Christ has done, not us, but just the Father’s Son, whose Word says to walk according to His example, and if we’re truly genuine, we will!
And here's another text that shouldn't be ignored: "Pursue peace with all men, and the sanctification without which no one will see the Lord."
In other words, when we get up in the morning when the day is brightly dawning, we should consciously set out to think, speak and act rightly, inviting the Spirit to aid and mould us, (not just daily but nightly), and always asking for forgiveness where we err, slips rather different to that rebellious “But I prefer,” which is how much sinning takes place, and needless to say, the latter not covered by grace, for what a disgrace given what Christ did for the human race-cum-took our place.
Allow me to ask: If some judge let you off instead of punishing you, would you wilfully repeat the same offence like you're currently seen to do — Christwise, that is — or have I misjudged you?
By Lance Landall
SIN IS A CHOICE
You may wish to note the following Bible texts — Eph 4:22-24; 2:10; Rom 3:31; 6:2; 7:7; 8:6-8; 2:13; 13:10; 1 John 2:4; 3:4; James 2:10-12,20,24,26; 4:17; 1:25; 2 Peter 3:11; Heb 10:26,27; 12:14; Luke 16:17; Rev 14:12; 21:7; 12:17; Matt 5:16; 7:20,21; 1 Cor 7:19; 2 Cor 5:10,20; Acts 5:32.
The Truth About Grace
It’s funny, you know — well, not entirely so — how many misunderstand grace,
They thinking it covers sin, which, to be honest, would only be a disgrace.
For if God’s a righteous God, the God of law and order, a God who hates sin,
What would He be doing excusing it, allowing it to remain within?
And this being why His grace only covers the repentant and obedient,
Who, though they’ll still err given that they’re fallen, are considered as innocent.
Yes, Christ’s robe of righteousness covering them, for they’re quick to say sorry, and
Are quick to ask for His forgiveness, their sinning more accidental than planned.
You see, the truth is that God’s no fool, for were His gift of grace to cover sin,
I’m sure that we’d struggle to find any Christian who wouldn’t willingly sin.
In fact, it’s bad enough now, a faulty understanding being one reason why,
Many thinking that they’re still covered when they’re not, and Earth’s last days rushing by.
Oh yes, our loving God is certainly long-suffering and merciful, but
He not prepared to let folk play right up until the door of His ark is shut.
And shut it will, His coming near, His appraisal done, and all having been warned;
And left outside? Those who’ve taken licence with His grace or His desires scorned.
Sure God’s grace provides a way of escape from eternal death, (sin’s penalty),
But it’s not some legal sanction allowing us to sin with impunity.
And this why we’re told of the consequences of continued deliberate sin,
For why should God spare the rebellious, hypocritical, fair-weather Christian?
Yes, God understands our battles, our struggles with sin, but in time things must go,
And sadly, we far too oft dragging our feet and thus our growth painfully slow.
And we, possibly endangering our salvation, for at any time, friend,
Our limp grip could lose its hold, and dare our relationship with our Saviour end.
All being why God’s Word says: “Pursue peace with all men, and the sanctification
Without which no one will see the Lord,” for in Him, aren’t we a new creation?
Yes, for how can we who died to sin, (presumably), go on living in it?
Which surely any committed and genuine Christian would be quick to admit.
“God’s Law was nailed to the cross,” some say, so I guess adultery’s okay now,
Not to mention stealing and murdering, or worshipping God any old how.
No, such still isn’t okay, never was and never will be, and why it is
That rather than our selfish fallen will, we’re meant to be carrying out His.
Yes, and His will being far from selfish, and in our best interest, let me say,
Hence why He tells us to refrain from sin, for He knows that sin will never pay.
And why it is that many Christians who stray end up limping back to the cross,
They having learnt the hard way, and many just in time — Heaven too greater loss.
And that’s the truth about grace, a truth that the devil doesn’t want folk to know,
For should they wrongly think that God’s grace covers sin, Heaven they’ll certainly blow.
Oh yes, for God’s gift of grace isn’t for abusers, those who more nails hammer,
And who, come the fate they’ve thus chosen, the truth of such will be heard to stammer.
But aren't we under grace now?
Look, let’s not misunderstand Scripture, grace having always been the only way,
Adam looking ahead to the cross back then, and we, back to the cross, today.
And thus God’s Law always the standard and not the method but God’s grace alone,
For law can only reveal sin, not forgive sin — though sin God cannot condone.
By Lance Landall
“...continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling [due seriousness
and daily prudence] (Phil 2:12, NIV).
You may wish to note the following Bible texts — Heb 10:26,27; 12:14; 6:4-6; 2 Peter 3:11;
James 4:17; 2:24,26; Rom 8:6-8; 1 John 2:4
The Commandments Of God
Oh, the beauty of God’s Law — and enshrined in the Ten? Love for God, love for men,
And each command etched by God’s own finger, not the work of man’s chisel or pen.
Yes, a Law that points to its Author via its fourth directive — the Sabbath day —
Upon which all are called to worship Him, He who rested on the seventh day.
And this Law of His a moral Law, a reflection of His character, and
Not only entrusted to ancient Israel, but for everyone in every land.
For tell me, how could such heavenly commandments be for those people alone,
Given that all men benefit from their application, selfless, upright tone?
Oh yes, for He who said don’t steal, covet, lie, kill or commit adultery,
Was simply reiterating the same principles found in Eden, you see.
For there they clearly worshipped God come that same Holy day, praised and honoured Him,
And hardly sought to violate same worthy rules, their wholesome sight clear, not dim,
Until they fell.
And since, excuses aplenty for not keeping God’s sin revealing Law, but why?
For it’s a loving, protective hedge, something that spares us from going awry.
And God due the glory, we existing because of Him, and He knowing best,
And this why we should still keep those ten, enter into that healing Sabbath rest.
Yes, God’s not only a God of love, but law, order and justice — praise His name! —
For pity help us should such not exist; oh, how ill and anarchy would reign.
And hence why I pray that the following will one day be said of you and I,
(As we await the return of our Saviour who on our behalf chose to die):
“Here is the patience of the saints, here are those who keep the commandments
of God and the faith of Jesus” (Rev 14:12, NKJV).
By Lance Landall
"Do we then overthrow the law by this faith? By no means! On the contrary,
we uphold the law (Rom 3:31, ESV).
"He who says, "I know Him," and does not keep His commandments, is a liar,
and the truth is not in him" (1 John 2:4, NKJV).
A Letter From A "Straight" Christian
My dear Gay friend — all being my brothers and sisters — and to whom no harm I intend, there’s something I would like to convey — and as much as I can, in a respectful way — for while sympathetic to those of you who’re born that way, I as a Christian must go by what God has to say, and why here I refer to His Word, which, sad to say, some folk have distorted, misinterpreted and blurred.
Firstly, God LOVES you, and will continue to, for He loves everyone, and this is why He sent His Son, who, died that you might live via that gift of grace He delights to give, should you accept Him as your Lord and Saviour, repenting and putting aside wrong behaviour, and here’s where we get to the rub, which I hope and pray you won’t snub, for God does not approve of same-sex sexual activity, those Gay love affairs that are cemented publicly, and here, I’d like to help you understand why, for so many of us via our wilfulness Jesus re-crucify, and to be clearer, His patience thus try.
You see, in the beginning, (when only the devil was sinning), the God of order, the master designer — Creator, actually — created both male and female, (this biblical truth, not some evolutionary fairy tale), and said to them, “Go forth and multiply,” hence that often heard loving sigh, that complimentary connecting in line with God’s directing, which in time produces a family, a home where God intended there be security, stability, truth and clarity, nature and humans working in harmony.
But such isn’t the case with same-sex sexual acts, those Gay marriages that confuse and distort such facts, and that thereby, God’s displeasure attracts, for such is not how He intended things be, and why others consider it an offence when we, (without their authority), mess with something that they’ve created — and that God’s very particular, cannot be overstated, and understandably so, for when it comes to getting things right or wrong, He should know, shouldn’t He?
Okay, so you were born that way, sadly, some malfunction having occurred, obviously, and in the womb, undoubtedly, but burdens are what God oft calls us to bear, (even for a lifetime), and they, the sad reality of residing here, and what He wants to free us from eventually, but meantime, we living with our loss, lack or disability, and yes, we calling on His power, leaning on His shoulder day after day, hour after hour, and knowing how Christ went without and suffered, and more so than us — yes, Jesus — and why He understands our plight — in other words, your plight — but never to the point of sanctioning what’s not right, and what He calls sin, His arch-enemy its origin, and why one day He’ll act accordingly, and to those on His left say, “Depart from me,” for wilful sinners and hypocrites hardly deserve eternity.
Yes, He being a Holy God, a righteous God, one who instituted marriage between a male and female, and who when it came to creatures, also created male and female, for He’s a consistent God, an intelligent God, one whose morals, principles, standards-cum-boundaries were designed to protect who He hoped His character, ways and order would reflect, and why men should act like men, and women like women, unisex being another bone of contention, another thing that blurs God’s original intention, and effectively says, “We know better,” hence my cautionary letter.
No, it’s no mere coincidence, friend, bearing in mind Earth’s fast approaching end, that things are in a state of disarray, for humanity has largely gone its own way, it accepting, doing and sanctioning what offends God, what rightly angers God, thus forcing His hand, and lest folk misunderstand, I’m talking about a day of reckoning, that reward or penalty that He’ll bring, for what kind of God would let rebellion go unpunished-cum-turn a blind eye to those who persist? — and why He said to the woman caught in adultery, “Go, from now on sin no more,” for when it comes to God, sin’s an effrontery.
Yes, we’re talking logic, friend, and why the opposite to God’s will we shouldn’t pursue or defend, and why sex should only occur between a male and female, the marital state too, we thereby letting sense prevail, for sex and marriage between males has less to do with rights and more to do with sin, things going awry, errant appetites — our anatomy affirming these facts-cum-that difference between the sexes that normally attracts, rightly excites, and why men shouldn’t mimic women and women men, but rather, shun the current trend that’s feminizing males and masculinizing females.
But as far as the unchangeable God goes, (and this, the informed Christian knows), it’s only sin that He hates, not the sinner, who, via his or her own choosing-cum-avenue, eternity obtains or forgoes, grace not covering sin but repentant sinners whose changed direction and genuineness shows — in other words, those who refrain from same-sex sexual acts, for here’s the facts: They're not a cultural taboo but a Scriptural taboo, and something that God’s Word, intent and command counteracts.
Yes, in Christ there is no discrimination, but where His Word says this, it's referring to the matter of salvation and not one's sexual orientation, for it was He himself who called such acts an abomination.
And all this being why I can’t go contrary to my God’s will, for were I to condone such acts, there’s a prophecy that I’d fulfil, for God’s Word speaks of a form of godliness, (as opposed to true godliness), which will manifest itself prior to Christ’s return, and which His coming wrath will earn, and the reason why is, because many in His name will pursue the wishes of men rather than His, they going by their feelings and not His Word, even succumbing to what’s preferred, and why we’re told there’ll be a falling away from truth, and what we’re seeing today is clearly proof, and why I’m nailing my flag to a heavenly mast and on the side of God my all have cast, for who hasn’t learnt from this planet’s past and that ancient God-chosen nation that didn’t last, but on the side of the wishes of men, its lot cast?
By Lance Landall
God doesn’t hate homosexuals, He hates homosexuality; God doesn’t hate adulterers, He hates adultery; God doesn’t hate thieves, He hates thievery...
The following Bible texts refer to those who continue to practice such — 1 Corinthians 6:9-11; Jude 7,8; Romans 1:26-28,32; Phil 3:19. Note also Lev 18:22; 20:13; Deut 22:5; Gen 2:18,22,23; 1:27,28; Matt 19:5,6.
Think Before You Knock Fundamentalists
That God himself is a fundamentalist is clear, He strict about His Word,
Stating that no one’s to subtract from it, or add to it, doing what’s preferred,
But rather, upholding it in its entirety, treating it with great care,
For its truths aren’t for sale — and its revelations, there for all to read and share.
Oh yes, God’s a fundamentalist alright, His Law-cum-commands more than proof,
His Word declaring boundaries, pointing out the way, delivering reproof.
Yes, love calling a spade a spade, even chastising, for what parent would not?
And thus God’s love directly related to His justice, free of stain and blot.
Therefore, a Christian who’s not a fundamentalist is hardly like His Lord,
But more an all-embracing liberal who’s travelling on a road that’s too broad.
Hence Christ’s call to get back on the straight and narrow, He not wanting any lost,
For He knows that rebellion can ultimately lead to an eternal cost.
Yes, “Every word of God proves true,” the Bible tells us, it sound and trustworthy,
But not so any fundamentalist who harms, kills or pushes heresy.
For God’s the God of love and truth, His wrath reserved for those who should know better,
For love knows nothing of wrong, and God’s will should be carried out to the letter.
But hey, liberals are seen to err too, many forcing their will on others,
And thereby, or somehow else, they injuring their fellow sisters and brothers.
And thus no one incapable of wrong doing, all of us sinners indeed,
But saved if repentant — and those who truly are, the will of God always heed,
And He, a loving fundamentalist, who, on our behalf, is seen to plead.
Yes, He a fundamentalist Saviour, straight talking, upright, true and clear,
Thus leaving none in doubt as to His wishes, they justifiable and fair.
Oh yes, for love provides a foundation, something sure, sound and beneficial,
Unlike liberality, it shifting sand and at loggerheads with God’s will.
And hence why God has His Law, those principles and standards seen throughout His Word,
All of which have stood the test of time, unlike those worldly ways more oft preferred;
And why folk keep repeating history, for on the wayward side of God’s fence,
There only lies trouble and a fundamental truth: Man’s way never makes sense.
No, Christ was never a radical but just Himself and thus true to His Word.
By Lance Landall
Why Liberal Churches May Appear To Do Well
They downplay God’s requirements, fudge that "Go and sin no more" — yes, hold certain things back,
And adopt worldly ways, sounds and means — enter the broad road and not Christ’s narrow track.
Belief in Christ sufficient, so in come many with things they should’ve left behind,
And why in time a polluted, sloppy, errant church and man-made worship we find,
Satan thus having gained access, and sound doctrine and holiness far from his mind.
And therefore within, many a green Christian, uninformed, lulled and unaware, who,
Were they told the truth about all God’s requirements, would run out shouting, “No thank you!”
Well, most of them, no doubt, God’s gift of grace being fine but righteousness less appealing,
And hence why each church should be upfront, the Christian walk an act and not a feeling.
And churches not entertainment centres, but houses of prayer and deep devotion,
They set apart for a jealous God who has always condemned self and commotion;
Yes, those scenes where a hunger for truth is missing, and heartfelt obedience too,
And where rather than reverence, there’s a casualness that is rude and askew.
Yes, on the surface things look fine, community deeds ensuring warm fuzzies too,
But God not amused; and under the sun, (Cain’s flawed offering in mind), nothing new.
It clear that man has a penchant for repeating the past, thinking that he knows best,
And why much that is going down in churches today isn’t what the Lord has blessed.
Hence why liberal churches aren’t into the straight word, certain truths being hard to sell,
Thus they settling for what will go down much better and their congregation swell.
And here they displease God again, He who wants all to know His truths, ways and will,
Whether such be received with thanksgiving or shunned by a voice that’s caustic and shrill.
Yes, God's into quality, not quantity, the numbers game being a travesty.
The upshot of this being that many in churches aren't looking at eternity,
But a very sad "Depart from Me," and this, despite their hard out activity.
And the reason being that God knows they'll fail the acid test, that "I surrender all,"
Sin and man's way still having a say; their self-focussed liberality a gall.
Yes, the commitment of many Christians only goes so far, and tread on their toe,
And oh, how they behave so un-Christ-like, and out of their church may be seen to go.
For oft their spiritual muscles are weak, or they just there for the ride, the fun,
And why the Father's given the role of judging to the head of the Church, His Son.
By Lance Landall
“Many [Christians] will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works?’ And then will I profess unto them, ‘I never knew you: depart from Me, ye that work iniquity’ ” (Matt 7:22,23, KJV).
Provoking God's Wrath
Lay a hand on any child of God’s — all of us His — and anger Him you will,
That kickback coming sooner or later; karma, judgment or both visiting ill.
And fair enough too, for wrong is wrong, and injuring others an evil thing,
And hence why we can expect the worst unless we fall contrite before our King.
However, as I mentioned, and though God forgives, what goes around comes around,
And why hurting others ends up hurting us come some ricochet or rebound.
And to be honest, such deserved, we surely having known better, and more so
As a Christian, for when it comes to injuring, Christ has loudly hollered “No!”
All with good reason, no one having the right to harm others, their fellowman,
And hence why God’s wrath is harder on those who wrongly state that He’s said they can,
For such is not only a lie, but wrongly paints this God of love who died to save,
And who only those whose heart is just like His will resurrect from the grave.
Yes, for though He’s a God who shows amazing grace, He’s a God of justice too,
And He knowing how you would feel if someone hurt a child deeply loved by you.
And oh, how hot you’d feel, but no, “For vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord,”
Who soon will not only descend, but wield His rightful and necessary sword.
By Lance Landall
You may wish to note the following Bible texts: Matt 25:40; Rom 12:19; Rev 6:9,10; 14:7; 20:12; Eccl 12:14;
2 Cor 5:10; Acts 24:25; Dan 7:9,10,13; 1 Peter 4:5; Matt 12:36,37
Make No Mistake
Okay, so you’ve become a Christian, and that’s great! But before you became one,
Did you commit a crime, let’s say rape or murder someone, rob and point a gun,
And haven’t owned up, done the time? Oh dear,
Because the God who won’t forgive those who don’t forgive others who’ve hurt them,
Will hardly cover you with His grace, but rather, your sad omission condemn,
For God will bring every hidden thing into judgment — and He means everything! —
Yes, nothing escaping His notice, He not sheltering crims under His wing.
For though you’ve asked Him for forgiveness, there’s a victim and those earthly laws too,
Laws which Scripture says obey, (except where it clashes with His Law, I must tell you).
Okay, so you’re sorry, regret the wrong you’ve done, and I really feel for you,
God too, but it’s the putting right that counts here, and what He expects all to do.
For why should you get away with rape or murder, be hidden behind God’s grace?
And thus all this another good reason why God’s judgment has its rightful place.
And isn’t justice what you demand too? Of course, and why it must work for all,
No one getting away with anything — well, not ultimately — hence God’s call.
For though a God of love, He’s a God of justice too, so look out anyone
Whose ill is being hidden behind some religion, (nothing new under the sun),
Or who’s foolishly thinking such unconfessed evil is hidden by the Son,
For even when a crime’s confessed to God, earthly laws state that time must be done.
And so, hard as that may be, one must duly front up and pay the penalty,
Lest they for fear of prison, or what folk might think, miss out on eternity.
Once saved always saved? Another heresy that has entered Christianity.
By Lance Landall
“And as he [Paul] reasoned about righteousness and self-control and the coming judgment,
Felix was alarmed…” (Acts 24:25, ESV).
“For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is
good or evil” (Eccl 12:14, NIV).
HUMANITY'S BEST INTERESTS MY PERSONAL MISSION.
Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what pains more to see.
we regard every human as a precious and sacred creation, (never to be
violated in any way), and the well-being of creatures and this Earth as
our duty, we’ll never progress beyond where we are, except in mere
outward appearance perhaps.
This website only endorses rightful, non-destructive-cum-non-violent expression.
My poems began around 2002, my website was founded in 2005, and 1000 poems were penned by May 2012 — that figure having become a goal. Now to potter.