Poems

 

The Poems

Poetry that rhymes with the times and runs the gamut of emotions and experiences. Both old and new poems.

Yes, Ralph Waldow Emerson was so right: "The years teach much which the days never know." 

Scroll down for the poem list, or use the menu to the right. The 883 poem count (Home page) is for my poems alone. The poems that aren't mine are but a few that are scattered elsewhere on this site, except for three.

Please note: The content of any poem does not necessarily relate to the author's own life or experience.

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Specially featured light-hearted poem:

The Secret


Seven specially featured secular poetic stories:

Where Currents Meet

Bellingtons

Shadows and Sunshine

A Village Tale

Seemingly By Chance

Who Would've Thought

A Cautionary Yarn

Extra poems may appear at any time under any of these seven
specially featured poems, hence the page dates.


Special Christian features:

Jehovah Jireh

With Love, God

Seeing God




Muse

It's because of love I write, and state these things that I do,
It's because of love, only love, for love seeks such to do.
Love cares enough to express, yes, love cares enough to say
Those things that may save you pain, which, you friend, will have to weigh.



Certain things that it would be best for us to know, or that we need to know, are sometimes things that we don’t want to know, solely because it doesn’t suit, and sometimes we discard the whole
of something that we come across simply because it contains a portion that’s disagreeable to us, thus losing the benefit of that which would’ve been agreeable to us, and even beneficial, including a blessing to those who we could’ve shared it with. How sad, and what folly -- an unfortunate path that runs perilously close to bigotry, or is it such?



Muse

May love draw us together, fill our hearts, our minds, our lives,
Love that every thought and word, and our every action, drives.
Love that’s strong and enduring, love that’s passionate and deep,
Love that shines where there’s darkness, love that’s found where any weep.

May love grace every country, every city, and home too,
May it guide each government, all that those in power do.
May love sit enthroned on earth, ’midst liberty and free speech,
And may every race and faith, love always practice and preach.



Your Majesty, Poetry

Poetry is but itself — unashamedly expressive, audaciously creative, generously imaginative, intriguingly inventive, rhythmically seductive, courageously provocative, intentionally persuasive, thoughtfully affirmative, ingeniously informative, enjoyably instructive, regularly figurative, metaphorically decorative, historically authoritative, and as far as prose goes, poetry is its highbrow relative.
Yes, poetry has its own personality, character, originality — it’s often cheerful, amusing, humorous, even mischievous, but sometimes it’s perturbed, vexed, anguished, melancholy — in other words, temperamental, decidedly moody.
But whatever its mood, it says things very succinctly, even economically, though when it chooses to, it waxes lyrical — gushes, you might say, but always very eloquently.
Poetry is all about rhythm and rhyme, hence its appeal — it has a certain energy, vibrancy, poignancy, conscious and unconscious feel.
It weaves an exquisite tapestry, it says things differently, be its approach Shakespearian or contemporary, or it’s compositions amateurish or masterly.
It’s a symphony of words composed and conducted personally, a treasury of thoughts and feelings shared universally.
It’s a cathartic exercise, an engaging way to connect, delight, touch, empathise, encourage, inspire, spur, impart, even romantically surprise.
Yes, poetry is but itself — heroically honest, confidingly candid, disarmingly sincere, intensely earnest, passionately purposeful, endearingly meaningful, absorbingly colourful, thoroughly self-possessed — and with your permission, a very worthy and entertaining guest — one that’s a little toffee-nosed, maybe, but very charmingly — literary aristocracy, Your Majesty, Poetry.

By Lance Landall



Poetry Quotes


“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”

T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

“Poetry is the utterings of the heart.”

“Poetry is far too worthy and effective to be dismissively seen as just being poetry.”

“Poetry is an art form that paints pictures in the mind.”

“Unless it ryhmes, it's merely prose, not poetry as some suppose.”

“Poetry has a way of saying something that prose can only desire.”

"Poetry is vowels and consonants waxing lyrically."

"Poetry is language in love; a mischievous, excited, passionate, and even emboldened, wordy expression."

"Poetry is language on show; words that have taken to the stage."

The Author



A Declaration

You're very special, incredibly precious, totally unique, and scientifically amazing, regardless of your IQ, looks, position, handicap, circumstances, or background, and despite what anyone may say to the contrary.
You're part of a plan, full of potential, a valuable asset, and worthy of time, effort, and love. You're my fellow human, my equal, and we're bound to each other via origin and lineage. You've been given a chance, an opportunity, and your happiness, even longevity, lies in using it for the benefit of others.
You're not what you were yesterday, but what you choose to be today, and even should that change come later rather than sooner, it's reason to rejoice, and there's still time to leave a favourable lasting impression, a positive contribution.
So, come love with me, laugh with me, cry with me, heal with me, care with me, stand with me, search with me, grow with me, build with me, share with me.
You're needed! You're wanted! We're family.

By Lance Landall



Mind Those Platitudes

Though platitudes may contain wisdom, they’re often shallow and trite, and when used inappropriately, they can simply aggravate one’s plight — for midst a serious situation, or one’s personal tribulation, such pithiness is far to flippant and light.
Though better to roll with any punches in our life, though better to “positively” face troubles and strife, though better to reset our sails amidst life’s gales, it’s much easier said than done, hence why so many succumb, for oft a burden is more than one can bear, and if supportive, loving, and caring folk aren’t there, or nothing but pithy words and platitudes share, a burden can become more burdensome, and the bearer of that burden may cease to persevere, even take their life — and that suicides are rife, is certainly very clear.
Yes, pious platitudes can turn friends into tormentors — well, so-called friends, anyway — who rather than lending a hand, and trying to understand, or empathy convey, often take the easy way out, and their shallowness thereby shout, for all they offer is platitudes, (oft the result of certain attitudes), that rather than ease or heal, even impatience reveal — such acting just like a clout.
Yes, platitudes are simply that, just platitudes, which midst deep suffering and pain, neither ease nor even explain, and which, instead of helping one on their way, recovery may even delay, for it’s not just words they need, (though not those over which they may brood and bleed), but a listening ear, support and empathy, come caring humanity — yes, just being there.

By Lance Landall




LIGHT-HEARTED  :-)


Laughter lubricates the family.

The themes/content of the following poems are of a general nature, though predominantly light-hearted (or humourous). This is what to read if you are simply looking for a smile.


Muse

Happiness is infectious; and laughter is contagious too,
An icebreaker, a body healer, and relationship glue.
It stirs the endorphins, zaps the blues, puts a zing in the air,
Hence the following light-hearted poems, which I’m hoping you’ll share.


The poet's random picks:
• Take Care
• High Noon For The Blues
• A Play On Words


Poem list:

A Little Kiss

It was only a kiss, a little kiss, but wow! Kapow! Oh! Oh! Oh! And how!
So outrageous, perhaps heroically courageous, and certainly contagious.
Yes, everything just went crazy, momentarily hazy, leaving me upside down, back to front, inside out, hopelessly topsy turvy, wobbly, dizzy and woozy, yet wanting to jump, skip and shout.
I guess you won’t believe me, probably think it imaginary, the result of electrified chemistry, but out of the blue, as if right on cue, cymbals suddenly clashed, lightening cracked and flashed, light bulbs fizzed and popped, clocks and watches stopped, trumpets and trombones blew, hundreds of lovebirds flew, buds burst open and flowers bloomed, rockets flew and cannons boomed, lampposts and streetlamps swayed, lemons metamorphosed into lemonade, parish bells swung and chimed, sunflowers appeared and climbed, water pipes and fire hydrants burst, elephants charged and reversed, waiters dropped their knives and forks, bottles popped their corks, manhole covers flipped, statues teetered and tipped — and oh dear me, I just stood there so helplessly, sporting a grin, (butterflies flitting within), breathing with difficulty, waiting very patiently, goose bumps all over my skin.
Yes, the love bug had bitten, (just like it’s said and written), and I was helplessly smitten, the consequence of that little kiss, which I have to confess, certainly didn’t distress, but rather, pleased me no end, and started a trend, which my spouse and I vowed we won’t end!
Darling…?

By Lance Landall



Jeremy Jibber

Jeremy Jibber was a terrible fibber, who lived in a world of fantasy, an inventor of tales, who spoke of acrobatic snails, and ice-cream flavoured broccoli.
Yes, nothing was too absurd, hence no one believed a word, and just nodded at his inventions, for he spoke of lamas in pyjamas, that holidayed in the Bahamas, and various other contentions.
Oh yes, he really told big whoppers, spoke of chimps flying choppers, and of penguins in tuxedoes, but the craziest thing he said, was regarding poor old Fred, who he reckoned had a parakeet nose.
Now, I don’t mind a bit of fun, for I’m not one who’s into none, but elephants on tricycles? Piping hot icicles? Nappy clad buffalos? Suntanned Eskimos? Cabaret crooning frogs? Alligators wearing togs? Nurseries full of storks? Lions into knives and forks? Centipedes sporting boots? Octopi in wetsuits? Intoxicated lobsters? Law-abiding mobsters? Blubbering seasick whales? Ladybirds tipping the scales? Honey bears using spoons? Baboons playing bassoons? Eagles afraid of heights? Bats with built in headlights? Fireflies that ignite? Owls that won’t go out at night? Centrally heated igloos? Gnus paddling canoes? Gorillas wearing jeans? Well behaved teens? Weightlifting fleas? And mice made of cheese?
I think that’s a bit overdone!
Yes, Jeremy Jibber was a terrible fibber, with a wild imagination, an inventor of fiction, whose creative addiction, quickly led to his isolation.

By Lance Landall



Mister Misery

Gregory was Mister Misery, a complainer who moaned about this and that — yes, someone who’d always grumble, and his discontent mumble, as he lazed about getting fat.
He was dreadfully moody, terribly broody, someone who would whine all day, and when he wasn’t cantankerous, he was annoyingly obstreperous, until he finally got his own way.
Yes, nothing passed his inspection, nor altered his sullen complexion, which left shadows wherever he went, and should someone smile, he would stand and glare awhile, and more doom and gloom present.
Nothing shifted his frown, nor lifted him up from down, hence why wretched he remained, just muttering his displeasure, which a barometer could measure, and which happiness and energy drained.
And when in time he expired, and underground lodgings acquired, he was duly farewelled, and as they lowered him down, still sporting a frown, they breathed a sigh of relief, and minus grief, vigorously filled.
The moral of this story?
Though misery loves company, company doesn’t love misery.

By Lance Landall



Billy Shocker

Billy Shocker was a very clever budgie, with an amazing vocabulary — yes, he certainly had the gift of the gab, and some personal things would blab, hence why folk would pass him with care, and a certain degree of fear, lest anything be overheard, and repeated word for word, for oh, how Billy loved to share.
Yes, most thought he was just a bird, (and that he could speak, never occurred), but oh my word, how they soon changed their view, when Billy showed what he could do, and things one shouldn’t hear were heard.
He never used discretion, would holler out someone’s confession, or juicy gossip that left folk red, and there were some things he said, that suggested he was out of his head, or to be somewhat fair, though it’s really not clear, ’twas possibly artistic expression.
But nevertheless, no one likes bad press, and as to Billy’s date with fate, sooner on the cards than late, one could pretty well guess, (in fact, even stress), for one day Billy went too far, and his little wire door was found ajar — perhaps a guest, suitably unimpressed, with a scandalmonger budgerigar.
And suffice to say, he hasn’t been seen since that day, and as to his end, I wouldn’t pretend, but no one knows, for that’s how it goes, when tittle-tattle words offend.

By Lance Landall



Robby McSneeze

Robby McSneeze was an incorrigible tease, a vexing inventive provoker, and a hardcore practical joker — yes, a creator of surprises, which came in various guises, and which certainly didn’t delight or please.
Oh, the things he would do, that over time grew, drove people to distraction, for his mischief knew no end, and at anytime would descend, causing the desired reaction.
And oh how he’d shriek with joy, and then further antics employ, for there’s nothing like success, though his bent he couldn’t suppress, which one’s peace would duly destroy.
Now, I’ve chosen not to mention any wretched invention, lest some other Robby McSneeze on those same antics seize, but suffice to say, (or via poetry anyway), life was most unpleasant when Robby McSneeze was present, (as you’d guess), ’till one day he badly blundered, and repercussions thundered, which soon saw him in quite a mess.
Yes, Robby McSneeze was an impossible tease, a roguish pretender, an outrageous offender, who the last time I heard, (via someone’s reliable word), exited as quick as a sneeze.

By Lance Landall



Timothy Twitchit

Timothy Twitchit was a compulsive fidget, who simply couldn’t keep still, a restless soul, with no self-control, who as soon as he’d scoffed his meals, would vanish as if he were on wheels, rather than stay and rest
a spell.
Yes, he seldom ever stopped to rest, barely had time to get dressed, and would grab his lunch and rush the door, which left his wife feeling distressed, and unsure whether she’d been kissed, but for the smudged lipstick she bore.
Even when he was lying in bed, he would jiggle his legs and wriggle his head, just restlessly toss and turn, which kept his dear wife awake, given how the bed would shake, and the bed lamp often burn.
Yes, even midst a conversation, Timothy caused much consternation, for he’d suddenly apologise and fly, leaving folk wondering why, and not to mention peeved, and Timothy thus poorly perceived, for such he could seldom justify.
And such would have continued to this day, (so to speak), if a lesson hadn’t come his way, (one busy week), for midst his restless rushing about, he unsurprisingly forgot to watch out, and from there on slowly had to make his way, a walking stick showing that haste doesn’t pay, and that all a slower pace should seek.

By Lance Landall



Messy Johnny

Johnny was rightly nicknamed, and somewhat kindly, some claimed, for he was dreadfully untidy, his bedroom such a site to see, (a bombsite, effectively), for when Johnny undressed, (as you no doubt would’ve guessed), his clothes were scattered shamelessly.
Nothing was where it should be, but rather, was strewn chaotically, though with a certain flair, (alias casual air), for Johnny had it down to an art, hence no one knew quite where to start, and to be perfectly honest, wouldn’t dare.
He was badgered by friends and family, who entered his room rather gingerly, lest they stumble or tumble perilously, but despite their regular complaining, nothing stopped clothing and whatnot raining, which added to the chaos and anarchy.
How he managed to traverse those piles was a constant source of mirth and smiles — that is, midst the ongoing irritation, not to mention exasperation, for the carpet barely saw the light of day, and a vacuum cleaner seldom wound its way, adding to the diabolical situation.
However, eventually and providentially, help arrived in the form of a female friend, who demanded that such untidiness end, lest their engagement she suspend, which soon saw Johnny as busy as a bee, given that so deeply in love was he, which clearly just goes to show, as us grey-haired young folk know, that it oft takes a charming little lady.

By Lance Landall



Reginald Rude

The infamously known Reginald Rude, had a most inconsiderate attitude, apparent in his poor behaviour too, which very regularly upset, and which many didn’t forget, and over such, would often mutter or stew.
Yes, discourteous to the point of outrageous, incredibly ill-mannered, so shockingly audacious, an embarrassment to friends and family, though friends soon became just a few, and even family shunned his company too; and those remaining friends, eventually.
Midst scoffing his food with open mouth, he would wildly gesture and talk, and oft just use grimy fingers, rather than a knife and fork. Or he would pile his plate with food, (which the table would soon denude), brushing noses as he overreached, and etiquette thus once again breached, while those who were sitting at the table, wiped spilt food off their clothes as best were able, and silently seethed as they chewed.
Yes, he was downright rude, uncouth, tactless and gruff, not to mention terribly rough, which soon saw innocent visitors grimace or balk, and in the other direction quickly walk, and oh, how they too, would then disparagingly talk.
His language was most offensive, unfittingly comprehensive, thus insulting remarks often flew, which saw faces turning pink or red, (particularly those of the well-bred), and the air both a riled black and sullied blue.
Yes, his rudeness was beyond belief, the cause of much anger and grief, until comeuppance came his way, (or Karma as some folk say), for someone much rougher and tougher, and believe it or not, even far gruffer, was also mistreated and offended, which saw Reginald’s appalling reign ended — albeit some say, possibly via foul play — but whatever the case, such is what one can face, if foolish enough to act that way.

By Lance Landall



Worth Noting

I’ve done a lot, seen a lot, read a lot — oh, I almost forgot — I’ve also heard a lot, and consequently, many things have learnt, which the right to pass on, I feel I’ve well and truly earnt.
So acting rather thoughtfully, or so it seems to me, and given my concern for humanity, and perhaps in order to be fair, the following list I’ve decided to share.
Are you ready?
It seems one can’t eat peas without some bouncing off the plate; Nothing’s quite as shocking as an unnoticed roller-skate; It’s never very pleasant when you stub your biggest toe; It doesn’t pay to shave when the batteries are running low; Your socks are best removed when you are somewhere on your own; It never pays to overdo any eau de Cologne; It isn’t always wise to partake of another slice; Asking any woman her age is treading on thin ice; Noodles can be terribly embarrassing to eat; If you don’t like backchat you shouldn’t buy a parakeet; Fires are cosy but quite hazardous to bottom and legs; Hanging out the daily washing requires sufficient pegs; It’s hard to remove things that you’ve lacquered with sticky paste; One shouldn’t squeeze their toothpaste heavily or in haste; If you can’t remember where you’ve left something, ask your wife; It pays to squint when you’re slicing oranges with a knife; It appears that one gets older with the passing of years; Peeling a sizable onion can soon bring one to tears; Be careful what you loan as some consider it their own; It's seldom cause for humour when you hit your funny bone; Doing the dishes and scrubbing the bath isn’t much fun; It certainly doesn’t pay to fall asleep in the sun; I wouldn’t pick a fight with a fella who’s twice your size; If you bump a busy tattooist, quickly apologise; It’s clear that it doesn’t pay to make the same mistake twice; Before you purchase something, make sure that you check the price; One’s mail is more often nothing but notices and bills; Its always very costly when a dentist prods and drills; Lack of knowledge isn’t something that I would advertise; Sneezing without looking is very risky and unwise; One's bathroom seems to attract both soprano and baritone; One's back has an unpleasant habit of making one groan; A cream bun and a beard, (or a moustache), aren’t the best of friends; Going without a shower a certain signal sends; Eating lemons and grapefruit can distort a pretty face; And last but not least, a cuddle goes down well anytime, but hey, mind the place!
Well, what do you think?

By Lance Landall



SECULAR & GENERIC


Wisdom's generally free, experience often expensive.

The themes/content of the following poems are of a general nature. They cover a wide variety of themes with the intention of making people stop and think about the issues mentioned. 
Given that I'm a vegetarian and an animal lover, this colour denotes animal issues, (but only on the scroll down list). One orange box on the right hand side covers animal issues as well. Remember that these poems are designed to get people THINKING.

When we intentionally and knowingly hurt another person physically or emotionally; when we hamper or deprive them of their right to freedom of expression and civil/religious liberty; when we intimidate, manipulate, or subjugate; display bigotry, act indifferently, or incite hate, we've no argument, no reason, no excuse, and have joined the ranks of the evil, the unenlightened, the duped, the selfish and cowardly, who're bound to reap what they sow, and upon whom the sword of justice falls deservedly.

On the other hand, we know that we're on the side of right when love motivates all we do, when we only seek what's best and blessed, when we rise in defence of others, when we seek to serve rather than to be served, when our feelings for both man and beast are tender and impartial, and when our thoughts are seldom on ourself.

When it comes to those who daily cross our path, and those we work or mix with, we should always keep the following in mind, lest we add to the load they’re bearing, (or should the tables be turned):
They may have recently lost a loved one; may be dealing with marital betrayal; may be going through a painful separation, divorce, or custody battle; may be caught in a frustrating, lonely, loveless marriage; may be dealing with abuse, intimidation, indifference, insensitivity, or bigotry; may be having to come to grips with a terminal illness; may be suffering from a distressing heath issue, (perhaps too personal to mention); may be struggling with depression and anxiety, (and again, issues too personal to mention); may be reeling from a job loss or shattered dream; may be struggling to make ends meet; may be quietly contemplating suicide; may be fighting low self esteem, and midst it all, even appearing confident, giving the impression they’re doing fine, putting on a brave face, laughing on the outside when they're crying on the inside — in other words, when they’re actually in desperate need of tender loving care, a shoulder, an ear, support, friendship, and particular or unique answers — answers that may never come.
Yes, there are times when we could lessen someone's load, but for many reasons, some perhaps inexcusable, we don’t, and even by choice.

Never let patriotism, pride, bias, prejudice, training, education, religious beliefs, relationships, or the media somehow prevent or hamper you from discovering truth and uncovering falsehood.
In other words, read broadly, listen open-mindedly, investigate thoroughly, and think deeply, dismissing nothing and checking everything, for what you dismiss could well be true, and what you fail to check could well be false.

Hence why one's right to freedom of expression should always be upheld as sacrosanct, despite any downside such as hate speech, which, when prevented by legislation, just opens the door to further and future encroachments.


Muse

No one should be prevented from saying what they believe,
Nor from penning such — otherwise, we’ll soon have cause to grieve.
Freedom of expression is a right, and necessary,
For how else is truth found, and error exposed, please tell me?

Hence why political correctness is not a healthy thing,
For out of such, even more can eventually spring.
Yes, it all starts with those small things that invariably grow,
And which in time see liberty and democracy go,
And us, then nothing more than puppets — who this’ll then learn, know.


The poet's random picks:
• The Vagrant
• The Marine
• Daffy Pigeons


Poem list:

NB: The following secular/generic poems may contain biblical texts and Christian wording.
These poems are also duplicated in the Christian section.


And Love Is ...

Going without so that others can have; Speaking up when no one else is prepared to; Going to someone’s aid when you’re as frightened as they are; Seeking reconciliation even when it isn’t you at fault; Doing those menial things that others don’t want to do; Settling for less so that others will have more; Saying, “No,” when you’d love to say, “Yes”; Letting others climb the ladder ahead of you; Listening when you’d rather be talking; Watching out for others rather than yourself; Telling the truth even should it cost you; Refraining from giving as good as you get; Looking for the potential in everyone; Reaching out to others when you’re in need yourself; Thinking the best of others rather than the worst; Being charitable to those who’re not charitable to you; Setting an example even when you’re feeling less able; Admitting you’re wrong before you’re forced to own up; Giving everyone a fair chance and a fair say; Checking to see if something’s actually true before repeating it, and then, only if you should; Looking for a solution rather than casting blame; Graciously accepting constructive criticism; Seeking to praise others rather than to be praised; Not doing what you wish to do so that others can do what they wish to do; Leaving someone’s past behind so that they can have a future; Being there, even when it’s inconvenient for you; Being quick to say “I’m sorry, “I forgive you,” and “I love you”…

By Lance Landall



Unemployed?

Well, dwell on this: Your worth isn’t based on your job or career but on your very existence, your individuality. Upon the way you live, the way you treat others, the depth and breadth of your heart, and the integrity
of your mind.
Take this time to ponder on the deeper issues of life, to take in the beauty of creation, to attend to those little things so often overlooked, and to notice and respond to the needs of others also.
View your unemployment as an experience, not a set-back, as a time to reassess, perhaps change direction, to study and learn new things, new skills, and to make new friends.
Keep heart, be strong, bearing in mind that life has a mind of its own.
Thus, your success, even happiness, is dependant upon an acceptance of the situation, a belief in yourself, and naturally, receptiveness.
In other words, your response will determine far more than your situation will.
You’re worth it, walk tall. And remember: It’s just a change, not a fall.

By Lance Landall



It's Your Call

Life can be hard, life can be cruel, life can be so unfair, and if it hasn’t been so for you, skies pretty blue, it certainly has been, and is, for others, some finding such too much to bear.
Many are experiencing pain, loss and despair, even fear, are lonely, are hurting, are deeply in debt, full of regret, are trapped in poverty, and no doubt are thinking, “If only.”
Yes, many are in need, have their backs against the wall, their life has begun to stall, they’ve borne the brunt of another’s wrong, haven’t a song, and are yearning for that arm around the shoulder, that thoughtful call.
So, wherever there’s a needy brother or sister — that is, humanity — make a stand, extend a helping hand, show compassion, thought, greater sensitivity.
Why? Because one day you yourself might experience the very same thing that is afflicting them — but rather, do it for love’s sake, for that’s the more noble path to take — yes, do it because you care, want to be there — and duty wise, more so if you’re near.

By Lance Landall



Windows

There’s a window through which I gaze at the world. A window through which only I can gaze. This window has been designed with just me in mind. Its pane (just like spectacle lens) has been tailor-made, it reflects my character and personality.
No one else can see through my window; they’ve a window of their own, but though they may observe the same things as me, they still won’t see as I see, for what is observed, is framed individualistically.
And the reason why, is because that window is our mind’s eye, aided by two frontal lens that each captured image for processing sends, which mentally and uniquely is interpreted by you and I.
Yes, there’s a window through which I gaze at the world, and gaze at you, and also a window through which you gaze too. It’s our mind’s eye (the inner you and I), which, because it’s tailor-made, will often mystify.
So let’s take care, acting more thoughtfully and tolerantly, lest we err judgmentally, as only through our own window do we see.

By Lance Landall



Cerebral Galleries

Our eyes are but a window to the world, and all that we see via the lens of our life is captured, processed, and forever stored in the cavernous recesses of our mind.
Occurrences, incidents, activities, deeds, events and scenes (emotional and unemotional) are recorded by our brain’s incredible network of nerves and cells — a veritable camera — one that captures the wanted and unwanted, the pleasant and unpleasant, the healthy and unhealthy, the trite and edifying.
Thus, billions of images are at our beck and call, often coming to the forefront of our mind of their own accord (triggered by the unconscious).
These images are framed in nanoseconds, and throughout our lifetime they constantly vie for our attention, even shuffle about in our dreams.
These images — mental pictures — are often formed by how we see things — that is, via our outlook, our attitude, the interpretations of our emotional and intellectual focus, leaning — in other words, by those settings on our camera (some that we’ve set, some that others have set) and by where we choose to point our camera.
And it’s our choice as to which images will be plucked from our brain’s inner vaults and hung in our mind’s gallery — showroom — and there, regularly dwelt upon — yes, pictures we’ve enlarged, and with bolder frames than those that we’ve left behind in the shadowy recesses of our mind.
That gallery, that centre of focus — is us — for there in that cerebral gallery is what our gaze is fixed upon, and what we fix our gaze upon we become. Hence why we should be extremely careful about what we hang in our gallery; and what we focus our lens on.
Yes, though we naturally take in all within our sphere (for our lens is always active, our camera always rolling) we do have a considerable degree of choice over those images captured, those pictures hung, a choice which is aided by our conscience, a component designed to act like a filter; a compass, in fact. And hence why I respectfully enquire: Which images get your permission, and what might they convey? Which pictures are hanging in your cerebral gallery — and could it be, that some are publicly on display?

By Lance Landall



Two Options, One Choice

In all we do and say, we align ourselves with either good or evil, for there’s really no in-between — one is white, one is black, one is right, one is wrong, and our choice invariably either weak or strong.
Therefore, what we do or say, is either for the better or the worse, a blessing or a curse, and propelled by one of these two forces within the universe.
Either we’re on the side of darkness, or we’re on the side of light, as transparent as day, or as
concealing as night.
And all should be aware that the world of wizardry, sorcery, witchcraft and the likes, is clearly a world that doesn’t emanate from good nor light, a world that one shouldn’t even utilize for good purposes because it belongs to the realm of evil and darkness — the occult.
After all, there’s no such thing as a good witch, sorcerer, or wizard. Such is an oxymoron, a clever con.
Yes, two forces, good and evil — neither should be blended, and only good should be defended, befriended, and conscientiously tended.
It’s your choice, for you get to choose, but I’d be very careful which one you do choose.
With one you’ll gain, with the other you’ll lose.

By Lance Landall



May I Never

May I never be so blind, that within my mind, I fail to see what I need to see, and as a result, my own opinions exalt, pridefully, arrogantly, and narrow-mindedly.
May I never be so blind, that I only seek to find, that which cements my view, or those who think the same way too, and as a result, intelligence and commonsense insult, negligently, short-sightedly, and perilously.
May I never be so blind, that my affection be confined, to only those who please me, or who appeal to me, and as a result, compassion and fair-play assault, selfishly, indifferently, and shallowly.
May I never be so blind, that I become aligned, with those who deliver ill, or agencies that violate one’s will, and as a result, more evil catapult, shamefully, inhumanely, and grievously.
No, I’d rather mingle with all, consult with many, listen receptively, read widely, search open-mindedly, debate objectively, and then consider it all, always acting impartially, respectfully, charitably, thoughtfully, caringly, mercifully, unselfishly, and wisely.
Yes, may I never be so blind, for I could well find, that as a result, something somehow, somewhere, sometime jolt, regretfully, painfully — yet, deservedly.

By Lance Landall



Life's Lone Flowers

There it stood, (and like it should), one sunny day — a pretty little lone flower, but somehow at the wrong hour, for the others, (well past their best), were passing away.
Yes, oddly late in bloom, with a refreshing perfume, and clearly a mind of its own — a passing delight, so colourful and bright, and yes, sadly all alone.
Indeed a magnet to the eye, that someone no doubt would spy, and so it occurred, and oh my word, how nice it sat on display, but as time went by, it no longer caught the eye, for it duly wilted and passed away.
Yes, (well past its best), and finally laid to rest, it thus shared the others’ natural fate — a lone flower late in bloom, that stood alone in a room, and that life with the others didn’t celebrate.
And such we see in humanity, for there are those who shun company, seemingly preferring their own, somewhat like that flower late in bloom, that spent its life in a room, pretty but all alone.
And as time goes by, they too, no longer catch the eye, (but well past their best), duly wilt and pass away, returning to dust and clay, having shared the same natural fate, but who life with the others didn’t celebrate.
Yes, life’s lone flowers.

By Lance Landall



Love's Sunshine

Just like little flower buds, all are in need of love’s sunshine, those little rays of kindness — yes, yours and mine, be they spontaneous or by design, and which thought and action combine.
Oh yes, how those little buds flourish, that we lovingly nourish, and which return a sweet perfume, the result of a lovely bloom, that was triggered by love’s sunshine — yes, those rays of yours and mine.
And may it be, that more and more we’ll see, rows of blooming flowerbeds, the result of nourished little heads, buds that were tendered affectionately, intentionally, regularly, and generously.
For after all, the depth of our soul is measured by the depth of our love, which like a dove, (and with another’s best interest being its goal), should wing its way throughout humanity, descending on all, great and small, unconditionally, unceasingly, and impartially.
Yes, just like little flower buds, all are in need of love’s sunshine, for by design, such is love’s pedigree, and meant to be, via those rays of yours and mine.
Yes, love’s sunshine.

By Lance Landall



CHRISTIAN


God intended that Christians not just be a light but also a voice — a strong, clear, truthful one

Challenging poems from the pen of a back room revivalist


The themes/content of the following poems are of a Christian nature, and cover a variety of topics related to the Christian walk and various doctrines.
Red denotes a particular focus, and blue denotes what are simply general poems. Those without a colour are more issue or doctrine related, (but all this only on the scroll down list, not the orange boxes on either side). Because certain poems can overlap, and because there are poems under poems, this colour coding is only a basic guide, and I may have erred in the odd case. Remember that these poems are designed to get people THINKING.
Note: NRSV used except where stated.

In the sight of Christ who’s soon to return, (so apparent in the signs of the times), it’s time to choose between the religion of the Bible and the religion of tradition and fable, bearing in mind that we are living in a time of universal deceit where truth is being bludgeoned at every turn; where the "antichrist" will perform marvellous works that are nothing but lying signs and wonders; where Satan's counterfeits will very closely resemble God's truth; and where the “false prophet,” alias the “image” of the historic persecuting “beast” power, alias the “lamb” that becomes a “dragon” [Revelation chapter thirteen in particular] is emerging to cleverly ensnare and enslave humanity — yes, a time in which only the sincere, earnest, receptive, committed seeker and studier of God's Word will be able to discern the lies, the false, the error, the dangers, and Satan’s End-time workings.       "Study to shew thyself approved unto God..." (2 Tim 2:15, KJV).

Yes, God could intervene now, bring an end to it all, but we’re caught in the midst of a battle that’s raging between two forces, good and evil — planet Earth effectively being a coliseum — where despite the meantime sufferings and carnage — the coming result, Satan’s real and ultimate evil plan, (currently disguised) — has to be awaited, so that no one will ever again desire and take that path which leads to such, given that the whole universe is watching with baited breath.

 

Truth is not what I believe. Truth is not even what I know.
Truth is fact. I may not believe it. I may not know it. That does not change it.
It is there nevertheless, waiting to be discovered and believed.

Truth does not depend on the unsettled and changing opinions of men.
It was truth before it was believed. It will remain truth, whether it is believed or not.

Reason does not originate or create it. It merely discovers it.
Consequently, reason is not a source. Truth goes back beyond reason.

Others would have us believe that the Church is the source of authority,
particularly in matters of theology. They are WRONG!
The Church is the product of truth. It does not originate it.
It came into being by accepting divine revelations. It is not the source of that revelation.
Truth goes beyond the Church, it is antecedent to it.

Carlyle B. Haynes (1882-1958).


"The temple of truth has never suffered so much from woodpeckers on the outside as from
termites within."

"Salvation is not a cafeteria where you take what you want and leave the rest. You
cannot take Christ as Savior and refuse Him as Lord and be saved."

"Most church members live so far below the standard, you would have to backslide to be in
fellowship with them."

"The church is so subnormal that if it ever got back to the New Testament normal it would
seem to people to be abnormal."

"A soft and sheltered Christianity, afraid to be lean and lone, unwilling to face the storms and
brave the heights, will end up fat and foul in the cages of conformity."

"If you want to be popular, preach happiness. If you want to be unpopular, preach holiness."

"A country schoolteacher, applying for a job, was asked, 'Do you teach that the earth is round or flat?'
'Which way do you want it taught?' was the reply, 'I can teach it either way.' Something like that is
the attitude in many a pulpit today."

"If we preach the whole counsel of God, we shall be accused of extremism, not only by the world
but also by a professing church that cannot endure sound doctrine."

“Our Lord sent His disciples out as sheep among wolves; now the wolves are being invited into the sheepfold.”
Vance Havner (1901-1986)

"The backslider likes the preaching that wouldn't hit the side of a house, while the real disciple is
delighted when the truth brings him to his knees."

"Churches don't need new members half so much as they need the old bunch made over."
Billy Sunday (1862-1935)

"The idea that God will pardon a rebel who has not given up his rebellion is contrary both to the Scriptures
and to common sense."
A. W. Tozer (1897-1963)

"In every age, he who is most forward in extolling the excellence of human nature is received with the
loudest applause. But...it does nothing more than fasinate by its sweetness, and at the same time,
so delude as to drown in perdition all who assent to it"
John Calvin (1509-1564)

"Christ did not come to tell you "You're OK." He came to tell you that you're not OK, but deeply loved,
that you need radical surgery of the soul, and that He is just the surgeon to do the job."
Dr. Chris Thurman


Muse

When I can no longer challenge your beliefs, and you can no longer challenge mine —
Liberty has been assaulted, God offended, and those in power have crossed the line.
When we can no longer point out error, and a charlatan or tyrant expose —
Freedom has become a memory, man enslaved, and truth dismantled by its foes.


The Triplets:


LOVE and TRUTH, FAITH and WORKS, MERCY and JUSTICE

When one or more of the following — Love, Truth, Faith, Works, Mercy, Justice — are missing in a Christian's life, that Christian is incomplete, not truly balanced, and not in total harmony with God's Word and His will.
An enlargement regarding this matter can be found at the bottom of this page.

We do not work to be saved but work because we are saved.

“...we are ambassadors for Christ, since God is making His appeal through us…” (2 Cor 5:20)

“As God's fellow workers we urge you not to receive God's grace in vain.” (2 Cor 6:1, NIV)

Muse

It's never enough to say that you'll pray; nor any platitude give,
For the love that God has shown to us, is a love that we're meant to live.
So rather than tire any wounded soul, and thus leave them even worse,
Let genuine care shine forth in deeds, and less in pithy words or verse.


Do you like stories that tug at the heart?
• Such Love
• Homeward Bound

Do you like God's word clarified and simplified?
• The Lord's Prayer
• The Shepherd's Psalm
• The Beatitudes


Poem list:

A Paraphrased Message

Nobody owns you, not even your parents — you’re Christ’s.
You’re wonderfully made, intricately designed — a marvel!
You’re royalty, the child of a King, the creation and image of a God — He being, the one and only God.
You’re the apple of His eye, the focus of His attention, the product of His boundless love, the object of His gift of grace, and the charge of His watchful angels.
This Creator, Life Giver, Saviour, and Ruler of the universe, has a place prepared for you in His Heavenly kingdom, to which He longs to take you when He returns to gather all who’re faithfully waiting for Him.
He values you so highly that He died (and rose) for you, that you might live eternally in Paradise with Him should you accept His claim on you, for He has given you the right to choose.
Only in Him will you find joy and peace, fullness and meaning, healing for your wounds, strength for today, hope for tomorrow, and happiness beyond.
He loves you unconditionally, has a purpose for you, has your best interests at heart, is always there for you, and understands you like no one else.
So, take His hand, He’s got something special planned.

By Lance Landall



Holy, Holy, Holy

My God is an awesome God, seated on a heavenly throne, surrounded by countless adoring angels, who, before this King of the universe, willingly and humbly submit themselves, and do His bidding.
Aware of His righteous character, holiness and majesty, they worship Him reverently, respectfully, appreciating not only His amazing love and profound wisdom but also His incredible might, creative power (ability to command and it is done, or begun).
Thus, how could I act differently, given that these holy angels treat Him so, for they live in His presence and His greatness and standing far better know?
How could I not willingly and humbly bow before Him too, display the same respect He’s due, that same hushed reverence, that same praise utter in word and song as the angelic throng?
My God’s the unchangeable God, still worthy of the greatest respect, for He’s a God to whom all are subject, a God who’s fair, crystal clear, sound in judgment, open, transparent, direct. A loving, compassionate and gracious God, but one who rebukes familiarity, for though we’ve direct access, and Him may personally address, He’s still a king, “His Majesty.”
Yes, my God is an awesome God, whose name I’ll never utter causally, flippantly, a God whose goodness is unsurpassed, eternally cast, the great “I Am,” the God of the future, present and past.
Is your God the same as mine, holy, righteous, almighty, majestic, Divine? Does your worship and manner show you’re in the presence of a King? Does it willingly and humbly respectfully and reverently ring?

By Lance Landall



The Godhead

Commonly known as the Trinity, the Godhead is comprised of three, three separate beings who work together in perfect harmony.
God the Father, Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit — three, yet one — that is, like a rope made up of three strands, or, like a family of three, who though three, are still considered as one — one family — unity
at the core.
Though equal like each member of a family, each member of the Godhead, or Trinity, has a different function, for even in Heaven there’s order, you see.
And each member of the Godhead has the same character traits, even emotions, and each, on the well-being of the universe concentrates.
Oh yes, even the Holy Spirit has feelings, for the Holy Spirit’s not some mystical source, mechanical force, but, according to Scripture, a being who can be lied to, insulted, and grieved — the latter, by not being received.
Yes, three separate and distinct beings, God the Father, Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit — three, yet one.
The Godhead, or Trinity, working together in perfect harmony — actively, graciously, generously, conscientiously, faithfully, righteously, holistically, excellently, willingly, longingly, jealously, incredibly, creatively, universally — for the good of all, for you and I, our future destiny — a heavenly symphony.

By Lance Landall



The Rainbow

Ponder on each rainbow next seen arching in the sky, for they’re God’s supernatural sign, when days aren’t fine, that cheer and wondrously beautify.
They’re a treasure to behold, more precious than gold, a promise from God Himself who reigns on high, a colourful reminder, one foretold, God’s loving concern written in the sky.
Yes, each beautiful rainbow, vibrantly on show, reminds us that there’ll not be another worldwide flood, drowning flesh and blood, like there was in Noah’s day, and to that I say, “Thank you, Lord, I’ll delight in each reassuring display. And when I see each rainbow, heavenly high, but witnessed from below, arched across the sky, please help me to also remember, Lord, for it’s on record, that there’s a rainbow above Your throne, Your own, an emerald one, befitting the Son, for Your glory, Lord, even outshines the sun.”
Perhaps that rainbow represents justice and mercy, a combination that characterises God so aptly.
So, treasure each rainbow, lovingly on show, that God promised and installed long ago, for when rainbows appear, one thing is clear, God via the rainbow is conveying He’s near.
Yes, praise God for the rainbow, Heaven’s neon light, a glorious sight, with its colourful Divine glow.

By Lance Landall



Reason Enough

In order to prove the Bible’s validity, one can argue such theologically, point to its historical accuracy, every fulfilled prophecy, the evidence from archaeology, its wisdom, power and clarity, and even refer to its incredible against-the-odds longevity.
And when it comes to God — our loving creator God — one can also turn to theology, point to His living example and time on earth historically, His impact on society, but further evidence — for either, actually — is found in what one can see and experience personally, even supernaturally.
Yes, that loving gentle touch that says so much, those genuinely thoughtful deeds that attend to others’ needs, the sympathetic ear, the empathising tear, that warm embrace, that hug, that squeeze, those acts of forgiveness, mercy and benevolence one sees, the sharing, the caring, the going without for another’s sake, the firm and friendly handshake, the courageous act, the concerned contact, the give-and-take, the sunny smile, that going the extra mile.
The beautiful sunsets, those moonlight silhouettes, those picturesque scenes, the evergreens, the forest that enchants, the variety of exotic and beautiful plants, our amazing body, human intelligence, honour and respect, morality, those manly attempts to protect, the answered prayer, those wholesome joys we share, the surprise gift, the encouraging lift, the amazing creativeness found in creatures (and in everyone’s features).
Those coincidences that just have to be God-incidences, a mother’s love, that colourful rainbow arching above, that “I love you,” that “I love you too,” those pretty flowers that brighten one’s view, a beautiful singing voice, talented artistry, miraculous healings, our innermost feelings, the wonder of a new born baby, and being born again, undoubtedly — one’s personal testimony.
Yes, life itself, the ability to live and breathe, to laugh, to think, to play, to work, to write, to say, to achieve — yes, reason enough to believe, and I do, for the evidence shouts that God is true, for real, hence why I kneel, and willingly pay Him the homage He’s due.
Yes, there’s reason enough.

By Lance Landall



Heavenly Patriotic

I’m heavenly patriotic, and very passionately, for Christ is my King, and thus Heaven is my territory, the saved ones’ nationality — or at least it will be, when Christ returns triumphantly, to retrieve those who’re still walking faithfully.
Thus, though currently loyal to my earthly land, I’ll join no earthly patriotic band, no hollering mixed multitude, with a boastful attitude, for why pit country against country, given each inch of earth was intended for
all humanity?
It wasn’t God who set up such territories, these kingdoms on earth that one sees, each with their national flags and protected boarders, and nor is God into New World Orders, that somehow, sometime, the rights of all seek to cunningly seize.
Besides, there’s only one land where we’ll ever truly be free, and where we’ll find lasting peace and harmony — yes, a heavenly land, and on its soil we’ll soon stand, if we remain true to its King, about whom we will sing, and of Heaven wax lyrical patriotically.
Yes, Heaven, the true land of the free, a kingdom whose King offers true liberty, not that which currently passes for such, for there’re always those who’re seeking to clutch, what God in His wisdom gave as our right, in order that He might then delight, in those who via freedom of choice, would willingly raise their voice, and shout, “Only Thee!” with all their might.
Yes, I’m heavenly patriotic, hence my poetical rhetoric, for of Christ I can rightly boast, and I will, (whilst His will I fulfill), and to the uppermost.
And when the New Jerusalem descends, after that time in Heaven ends, I’ll still be heavenly patriotic, and very passionately, for then, with Christ forever dwelling amongst men, life will continue just as heavenly.

By Lance Landall



Midst Setting Sun

It seems that only now, Lord — that is, in my closing years — that I see the error of my ways, along with those wasted days — midst waning health and many tears.
Yes, it has taken me so long, and now less strong, (via lost vitality), I lean on Thee more heavily, as I should’ve done, right from my life’s sunrise, and not its setting sun.
And now, with furrowed brow, I bear the sad results, suffer from daily assaults — that is, those things that painfully remind, and that in my mind, would leave me without peace, a state that wouldn’t cease, were it not for Thee, and that release that’s found in Calvary.
Thus, on Thee I call, on Thee I lean, for fear and anxiety would have me fall, even leave the scene, and I, a pawn again, (the bane of men), would still labour in sin, or having left the living, and no more fellowmen outliving, a new life would never begin, given suicide's a grave sin, (though God has the final say, knowing the heart and mind, and what gave sway).
Hence why I remain, and from past mistakes refrain, using what time I’ve left on earth, that far from past days of mirth, a more serious intention give birth, in order that I might leave behind, something that might benefit mankind, and I, (then more satisfied), cross that divide between Heaven and earth, and when in Heaven, the results of better sown seeds find.
But whilst I’m living here, lost in Your Word and bowed in prayer, may I daily be heavenly occupied, and may the fruitage of each day be multiplied, for I wasted so much time, a crime, given that workers are few, (and the truly righteous too), and the way narrow rather than wide.
Yes, midst setting sun, I call on Thee, that one day when all is done, another sunrise I may see — one that’ll usher in eternity, and life forever with Thee.

By Lance Landall



Creative Truth

The devil has a suitcase full of tricks, one from which he gets his evil kicks — yes, a suitcase bulging with treachery and snares, for nothing is as it appears, but rather, (unsurprisingly), atrocious, heinous, villainous, scandalous chicanery, alias poison-tipped arrows, darts and spears.
Although Satan has a suitcase, (a tattered and well used disgrace), he never goes on vacation, nor relinquishes his station, a base from which he wickedly scans, and devilishly schemes and plans, in order to trap the unwary, caught short without their armoury, or who’ve recklessly strayed, and thus his day
just made.
Yes, the devil works unceasingly, never takes a break, is always wide awake, never nods off, misses a thing, nor any opportunity, for he has every intention of winning, hence why he keeps folk sinning, and keeps his suitcase packed, with its code that the Lord has cracked, thus exposing its vile contents, that deceive, entrap, and that God misrepresents.
Well, God has a suitcase too, (but His looks shiny and new), and He also, never goes on vacation, nor relinquishes His station, a base from which He lovingly scans, and in our best interest ponders and plans, in order to save, supply and restore, that we might be with Him for evermore.
And He too, works unceasingly, never takes a break, is always wide awake, never nods off, misses a thing, nor any opportunity, for He also, has every intention of winning, hence why He’s anti-sinning, and in time will indeed win, (again), removing the devil, sin, and rebellious men.
And hence why His suitcase is bulging with blessings, truth, hope, strength, love and grace, not treachery and snares, and why all is as it appears, relieving one of anxiety and fears, for God’s not into treachery and snares, but rather, only what’s beneficial, shares — yes, for He’s a God of love, who rightfully reigns above, unlike the devil, who forfeited his former level, and now skulks about on earth below, (as we know), and who only the unconverted scares.

By Lance Landall



In Our Own Sphere

Don’t look to greener pastures, and nor to faraway fields, for the answer lies in neither, as either, a better or bigger result seldom yields.
Life is in the living, in the sharing and giving, in the toiling where we are, attending to those who’re near, especially those who’re dear, and then the neighbour, those with whom we labour, the stranger, and those who’re further afar.
Yes, we’re to work within our own sphere, witnessing for our Saviour there, via our words, behaviour and deeds, taking care of those challenging “Whys?” and needs.
For right there, within our own sphere, is where Christ wants us to begin, contented within, lest via leaving our own pasture behind, we eventually and regretfully find, that we’ve lost what we had back there, and achieved very little elsewhere, or at least, paid some kind of price, having rejected worthwhile advice, so sure that we were right, only to find we weren’t, (in hindsight), and all because we failed to see, that where God has called us to be, is right here, in our own sphere, unless He specifically says differently.
Yes, too many go seeking elsewhere, neglecting those within their own sphere, not making the best of where they are, nor of what they have, but discontentedly, perhaps rather thoughtlessly, following some self convicting star.
Yes, too often we’re well-meaning but misled, even injuriously fed, thus leaving behind our own sphere, meandering here and there, when all along, (like an old song), the answer lay here, in our own sphere, which is our first port of call, for we can’t save nor help all, and also need to realise that what we should prize, usually lies near at hand, and when this we understand, we then produce our best, and more contentedly rest, sharing and giving, reaching and teaching, joyously living, in our own sphere.

By Lance Landall



MISCELLANEOUS


The following is a list of poems that have been placed elsewhere on this website.


Boy Meets Girl

We shouldn’t treat relationships lightly, as people aren’t objects, some item that one indifferently
selects or rejects.
When we enter into a relationship, we enter through someone’s heart, a door not meant to be rushed, casually opened, nor closed behind us as we depart.
It’s a door to one’s inner sanctum, a vault where deep feelings reside, a vault with a lock designed to
keep selfish intruders outside.
Thus, the only ones who should gain access to that vault, are those who can be trusted, those whose intentions one can’t fault.
Otherwise, someone’s heart could be badly broken, its inner sanctum exposed, its vault pillaged — and due
to such damage, that door pulled shut from within, permanently closed.
It could be our heart or someone else’s heart that’s shattered or battered, (and thus a tale that does the rounds), so be careful, watchful, for not all is as it appears or sounds.

By Lance Landall



Take Care In The Present

Your past will always remain your past regardless of whether you choose to leave it behind or not.
However, you can certainly improve upon your past by doing things differently today, and when tomorrow dawns, today will become yesterday, and the beginning of a better past.
Given that it’s the present we live in, (for yesterday has been, and tomorrow’s yet to come), we should fill the present with what tomorrow we’ll not regret about today.
That way, it won’t matter whether we leave the past behind or not, for we’ll have no regrets, having behaved in the past like we’re behaving in the present, and having remembered that the present sets our past as much as it does our future.
Yes, today will give way to tomorrow, and when tomorrow dawns, today will become yesterday.
So, take care in the present, for your past and future are decided by today.

By Lance Landall



Lift Your Gaze

The view we have of life is determined by our focus — thus, when our gaze is downward, we need to look upward, adjust our lens, perhaps alter our outlook.
That way, we’ll be better able to appreciate each day; our family, our friends, our colleagues; others who come our way; those little things in life that actually mean a lot, and we’ll gain greater pleasure from heightened senses, pleasant activities, good food, good music and books, and welcome company.
We’ll also be better able to handle adversity, rejection or loss; be better able to think and act humanely, wisely; be better able to take advantage of worthwhile opportunities, and to walk with a dignity and consistency that conveys loyalty and reliability.
Such strengthens our character, leaves us feeling more tranquil, hopeful and thankful, skies appear blue rather than grey, and sunshine rather than darkness marks our way.
Yes, life always looks better when our gaze is upward, in focus, (in other words, positive), for that’s the way we’ve been designed to operate — it’s how humans happier live.

By Lance Landall



Count Your Blessings

It’s best we be grateful for what we have, for what we have, many haven’t, and may never have.
If our vision and hearing are good, if we can talk, walk, and exercise without difficulty, if we can use our hands to create, build, write, caress — then we should rejoice, be thankful — as we’re blessed, we’re rich.
Let’s not dwell on what we don’t have, for often such leads to the loss of what we do have.
If we have our daily bread, a shelter, warmth when needed, clothing, a job, friends, family, a loved one — then we should rejoice, be thankful — as we’re even more blessed, richer.
Many who have what we don’t have aren’t truly happy, thus it’s sometimes better not to have what some do have lest such befall us too.
If we can breathe without difficulty, freely take part in events and activities, and can set and accomplish goals — then we should rejoice, be thankful — as we’re blessed and rich beyond measure.
Yes, we should appreciate what we have while we have it, for time and chance are robbers, but even more so, ingratitude and discontent.

By Lance Landall



Boomerangs

Life’s a somewhat mysterious carousel, whereby, what goes around comes around, good or ill, and we
rejoice or cry.
It’s said that we reap what we sow, the fruits of our wrong, which such many know, having experienced so.
You see, it’s all about how we treat others, and creatures too, for the one who mistreats creatures, the rights of their own kind invariably breaches.
What we wrongly leave behind, tends to unpleasantly remind, when further down the track — a delayed kickback — we find; a boomerang pang.
Though there’s often a reason for our wrong, there’s never an excuse, no justification that we can produce.
Thus, it’s better not to do what we may regret, for life has a way of not letting us forget, and as many know, very painfully so.
Yes, mind that boomerang you throw, lest you receive a blow; and those seeds you sow, lest some wretched harvest grow.

By Lance Landall



A Certain Torch

Everyone should have a certain torch, one that’s close at hand, a quality brand, a torch with a penetrating light, one that’s very bright, a torch with lifelong batteries, ever ready, a torch held steady, one used with care as we peer, and with a certain expertise.
A torch that we can shine into the recesses of our heart and mind, lest we find, that both are lined, with things that rather than free, sadly bind, and act injuriously.
A torch that we can use to search for truth, a better way, and least we go off track, end up on our back, down a blind alleyway, a dead-end, where into some unknown and darkened abyss we slowly or quickly descend.
A torch that we can use to search for any in our circle who’re absent in some way, or who’ve perhaps gone astray, are counting the cost, or are lost, needy, fearful, struggling, hurting, the victim of foul play.
Yes, everyone should have a certain torch, for their sake and others’ sake, a torch with a lens that’s cleaned regularly, even replaced, should it not be functioning correctly. A lens that might be cracked, inexact, foggy maybe, for a torch with such a lens, has a ray that distorts and bends — in other words, it reflects inaccurately, which doesn’t help one to see things rightly.
Have you a certain torch, one with lifelong batteries, ever ready, a torch that’s always steady, and with a penetrating light that’s very bright, and a lens that’s clean, whole, and focused accurately?

By Lance Landall



Shadows

When the sun is cherry and bright, or at night when we’re backed by light,
we cast a shadow, long or short, wherever we go.
Well, so it is with life, for everywhere we go, we leave the shadow of our deeds, our words, effectively little seeds, that beautify agreeably, or balefully grow.
Yes, day or night time shadows, long or short, that quietly escort, given so little attention, which here I mention, sincerely so, for you to thoughtfully consider amidst your busy schedule and lifelong journey,
as you go.
For once a shadow is cast, it’s in the past, for better or worse, a blessing or curse, and your colours in the eyes of others invariably nailed to your mast, colours that your presence on earth may well outlast.
So, mind those shadows that from your presence spread, that go wherever you go, either as friend or foe, behind or ahead, and that provoke a pleasant comment, or that leave distaste, and some comment unsaid.
Yes, shadows that accompany, that upset and sadden, or delight and gladden, an image for all to see, a shadow reflecting what’s either worthy or unworthy — you, actually.

By Lance Landall



Viva La Difference!

If someone seems odd, strange and perplexing in a unique or eccentric way, treat them just the same as you would anyone else, for if they’re not hurting anyone, such is fine, okay.
“Variety is the spice of life,” it’s said, and humanity wise, variety is very broadly spread — something that we should rejoice over, for who’d rather be clone-like instead?
Everyone is different in varying degrees — thus, odd may have less to do with oddity and more to do with how one sees.
“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,” it’s also said, and so it is with some oddity too, I suspect, rather than such being what some or many might consider a defect.
We should let others be themselves, accept them as they are, as differences aren’t for knocking, but rather, are good reason for a “Hurrah!”
It’s better to embrace each others differences, rather than to see them as flaws, and sometimes, what we dislike in someone, another person adores.
And there’s surely no bigger differences than those between male and female — some that’ll no doubt always remain hidden behind that mysterious veil. Yes, odd, strange and perplexing, yet, without those differences there’d hardly be the same attraction, don’t forget.
Hence why I say, “Viva la difference!” — yes, reason for joy, not dismay.

By Lance Landall



Happily Ever After?

Happily ever after, love and laughter, has more to do with us than circumstances, unquestionably, for when
it comes to marital relationships, not hands, lips and zips, one must face reality, not live within the realms
of fantasy.
The proverbial knight in shining armour and Cinderella princess, that sigh, coo and caress, simply belong in story books, fairy tales, in which only the unwise or adolescent invest, rather than in what is best, inviting later marital woes and wails.
Success here, is found in commitment, conscientiousness, selflessness and faithfulness, attributes couples should share, and which they should always have in mind when they date or court — and all of which, fairytales subtly and subconsciously tend to thwart.
Marriage isn’t for the impatient, the spoilt and lazy, hence why one’s understanding and approach needs to be clear, sincere, not self-focused, short term and hazy.
Yes, happily ever after, love and laughter, needs to be worked at — for it’s perseverance, and sometimes abstinence, that’s required, not the unrealistically, inappropriately, or unreasonably desired, otherwise, all
will fall flat.
Longevity and mutual satisfaction aren’t built on attraction, but rather, on a mature, informed, reality based and wholehearted interaction.
Happily ever after? Love and laughter? Such depends on what one’s seeking after.

By Lance Landall



Pretence

There’s something about pretence that really bothers me, considerably, for pretence has more in common with insincerity. Pretence is but a lie, the actor aiding and abetting, seemingly forgetting, that drama is but deception’s smiling alibi.
Yes, a vehicle acceptable to the masses, whereby, what’s feigned and false, society willingly seeks to glorify, perhaps for some so-called good, not that society surely should, for, “The end justifies the means” simply truth demeans, and is how so many things go awry.
Pretence looks one in the eye, tells a lie, or mutually delights in invention, make believe, it’s intention to deceive, or via such means, to titillate for pleasure’s sake via those stage or movie scenes.
Oh, how such has become an art form, the norm, and yet, still deception, receiving a warm reception, via the likes of Romeo and Juliet, that actors on the stage or movie set, via fakery perform.
No, there’s something terribly wrong with pretence, yet, who considers such an offence, a lie, and that’s obviously why both actor and acting we glorify, and ironically, use make believe as our defence.
Now there’s pretence!

By Lance Landall



Life

Perhaps you’re contemplating suicide. I sincerely hope not, friend, for despite how things may seem, life’s far too precious to voluntarily end.
You would be throwing away an amazing, miraculous occurrence — your birth — something that may never have happened, but which I’m so glad did. Your birth is a triumph in itself. You entered life heroically, remarkably, purposely, successfully. Yes, you succeeded against all the odds.
You’re a precious, unique, living, breathing being, who, like all of us, baffles the boffins. There’ll never be
another you!
You’re full of potential, have much to contribute, and regardless of how you feel right now, or anything folk may have said to the contrary, are worthy of time, thought, love and care. So, please hang in there.
A bad start, a painful period of time that seems too much to bare, or heart-breaking circumstances, are
not uncommon.
Though things may look hopeless or pointless to you right now, many others have been there, and like you, thought about ending their life. However, they hung in there instead, and today are happily enjoying life, having made their way through what was only a tunnel.
Yes, you may be feeling hurt, angry, depressed, frustrated or confused. You may have been neglected, rejected, maligned, mistreated or abused.
I feel for you, and can empathise with your current situation and corresponding contemplation.
But, there is a way out, a new day, a new start, a better life just waiting around the corner for those who hang in there, for those who keep hoping and seeking.
Remember: The darkest hour is just before dawn, and that undeserving scars are life’s badges when worn
with dignity.
Meantime, don’t be afraid to seek help from others, for there are others who do understand, others who’ve suffered and felt just like you.
Once you end your life, that’s it. You’ll never know what could’ve been.
Don’t let life’s dark times, a personal struggle, or the cruelty of others deprive you of what is rightfully yours — LIFE — and happiness and fulfilment — all possible, all there, so often just around the corner.
Don’t let the worst of life deprive you of the best.
Don’t let what’s simply a period of time lead to the shortening of a lifetime.
You’ve got nothing to lose by remaining alive, but everything to lose by taking your life.
So, hang in there, friend, life’s far too precious to voluntarily end — and you, too precious to lose!
Thus — LIFE — I’d choose.

By Lance Landall



Brighten The World

This world’s in need of cheering up — thus, here’s some helpful do-it-yourself advice; tips that are focussed on the positive, the thoughtful, the lovely, the pleasant and nice.
Give someone a friendly wave, a warming smile, an uplifting compliment or two — mention you’ve enjoyed the chat too, whilst you lingered awhile.
Plant a pretty flower that’s appearance and aroma will delight, send an encouraging email, visit someone regrettably in jail, set a table for two bathed in candlelight.
Leave a vagrant gratefully clutching a generous donation, help relieve aching arms by sharing a load, aid someone with their rehabilitation, see an elderly person safely across the road.
Whistle an arresting little chirpy tune, feed a hungry stray creature and treat visiting birds, tell someone you’ll see them soon, ease another’s pain, offer a lift to someone waiting in the rain, sympathise and empathise via kindly hugs and compassionate words.
Rescue someone’s washing, assist someone changing their tyre, after another’s welfare inquire, ways of solving others’ problems explore, give someone a break from a taxing chore, another’s handiwork appreciatively stand and admire.
Surprise someone with a pleasing gift, call on someone who’s lonely, unwell, or in hospital, invite someone home for a meal, take a shut-in for a drive and outing via an automobile, on good things and blessings dwell.
Run to the defence of any in trouble, be available for those who need you, enjoy having good clean fun, and other ways to brighten more lives pursue.
Leave a little love note that’s peppered with noughts and crosses, tidy and brighten up your surroundings, tell someone you’re sorry, tell someone you care about them, share anything that hope and joy brings.
Yes, this world’s in need of cheering up, and you can play a part, motivated by the promptings of a spontaneous and searching, loving heart.

By Lance Landall



If The Cap Fits...

Once married, many let themselves go, and it can certainly show, (even from head to toe), and then they turn and say, to their partner’s dismay, “If you loved me, (that is, truly), you’d accept me as I am,” and thus their partner’s disappointment slam.
“For better or for worse,” they remind, which is self-centred and unkind, for their state is hardly accidental, given that they were instrumental, in their body’s sad decline. And given that they could, and should, reverse the situation, not resort to condemnation, for after all, (let’s recall), their partner didn’t marry that new creation, one hardly worthy of the same adoration, nor able to generate the same visual stimulation.
Both the husband and wife, throughout their married life, should consider their mate, and also appreciate, that the physical side is part of the deal, and should have due appeal, lest downward their marriage slide, ’till they’re no longer groom and bride, courtesy of that age old Ferris wheel.
Though age may have its way, we have a certain degree of say, exercised by exercise, (and healthy living, let me emphasise), which the ravages of age can delay, thus keeping age somewhat at bay, and which marriage wise, (surprise, surprise), one’s efforts will repay.
Yes, confront the problem, not the one you should treasure, for they’ve a right to their displeasure, should your appearance display lack of care or neglect, which you could correct, and which they’ve a right to expect, given that they’ve given their life to you, and daily have you in their view.
No, don’t pass the buck, nor remain where you’re stuck, but do it for their sake, even your sake, and lest a certain path they take, for discontent can often ferment, taking advantage of your consent, and leaving you to deal with trouble and heartache.
So make each day pay, for contented partners seldom stray, and are more likely to say, “My, you look
lovely today!”

By Lance Landall



Attitude

When skies are cloudy and grey, and rain is on its way, or things aren’t going your way, break into a smile, show your plucky style, and whistle a catchy tune, for relatively soon, positivity will beguile.
Things will seem a little brighter, your steps a little lighter, and vexations further away, for you will have had your say, rather than that gloomy day, and shown you’re a fighter.
Yes, show the day who’s boss, don’t get bothered or cross, nor sit around and brood, and you’ll much clearer see, far more amicable be, having shifted the blues, through daring to choose, as attitude can
alter one’s mood.
Arise from despondency, invigorate your chemistry, in order that you may take charge, minimise rather than enlarge, for why add to misery, become a willing casualty, the victim of some gloomy day, whose countenance looks just as grey?
No! Arise bright and early, not late, bleary-eyed and surly, nor pessimistically down in the dumps, long-faced, dejected, or nursing grumps, but rather, shake of that lather, and your thinking realign, (creatively redesign), in order that you may soar instead, and be streets ahead, radiating sunshine, a human neon sign, with a twinkle in your eye, no longer emitting a sigh, but acting as if all is fine, as gloominess you decline.
Yes! Give the blues the boot, act like life’s a hoot, be jolly, cheerful and merry, don’t let your sunny mood vary, and let your spirits soar, spark on all four, or six, or eight, acting as if all is great, and advantageous
things explore.
Cloudy skies and rain come and go, and bothersome winds sometimes blow, but amidst it all, it’s always your call, as to whether you’ll weather the weather, go for high or settle for low, inwardly shrivel or grow, quicken your stride or begin to slow, a sunny smile or dreary frown show.
Yes, you get to choose — besides, you’ve nothing to lose — but rather, far more to gain, so don’t get ruffled nor complain, for inevitably you will find, that happiness is really a state of mind, as attitude can alter one’s mood, and you, the victory thereby attain.

By Lance Landall



You're Yourself

Perhaps such sounds a little silly or trite, but in its own odd way it’s right, thus I’d ponder on such thoughtfully, so that better off you may be.
Yes, you’re yourself, life, so look after yourself, you’re you, life, so take great care, mind any wear and tear, via minding what you do or pursue.
If you don’t look after yourself, you may very well cease to be, or, end up suffering from this or that miserably.
Thus, midst looking after others, pursuing wealth, or enjoying things, don’t neglect yourself — that is, your health — lest your looking after others, your pursuing of wealth, or your enjoying of things, be detrimental to yourself.
After all, you’ve a life to live, a body and mind that need care, lest they fall into disrepair, and a much shorter life you then live.
Life is you, yourself, not things, (be they pleasurable things), but rather, your brain, your limbs, your face, each eye, each ear, for with such you enjoy, see and hear, move, are, live — thus, when you harm such, it’s yourself you destroy.
Yes, you’re yourself, you, life, so take great care, mind what you do or pursue, lest too soon you’re no
longer here!

By Lance Landall



Simply Older

I can see you don’t recognise me anymore. Well, I’m still who I was before. I’m simply older — yes, a lot older, and age has taken its toll, for I can’t stop those years that roll, and that my original appearance stole, but that left me with the same emotions, passions, feelings, even desires, that one from birth naturally acquires, and that when much older, against one, oft cruelly conspires.
Yes, I’m still who I was before, and as far as wisdom goes, I like to think I’ve more, and that my words and deeds are more praiseworthy, and I, displaying more compassion and sensitivity, having put behind me that which was foolish, having grown less childish and selfish, though sadly, less physically appealing, given things that maturity is unkindly revealing.
Yes, I’m still who I was before, though edging closer to life’s closing door, hence any infirmities, and those other tell-tale signs one sees, which rather than attract, seem to repel some, and that certainly detract, which can see me crying or sighing inside, resenting that downward slide, and knowing that behind that aging skin, and perhaps an embarrassed smile or grin, I’m still who I was before.
So please don’t treat me differently, nor even make fun of me, but rather, life’s ravages snub and ignore, given that you too, aren’t absent from that queue, that’s edging its way down the same corridor.

By Lance Landall



On Welfare?

Dear struggling, unfortunate, and genuine beneficiary, (suffering enough, undoubtedly), there’s no shame in being on welfare, nor in receiving accommodation assistance too, so just ignore those who unfeelingly criticize and sneer, and who cruelly point the finger too — yes, armchair critics who judge and misconstrue, and who if they had their biased way, their harsh and unenlightened say, would soon have things going askew.
Any noble and caring society, ensures that welfare’s a priority, for there will always be those in need, who such help should be guaranteed, lest despair and frustration, fuelled by some other combination, both theirs or another’s well-being impede, and to further ill within society lead.
So, hold your head up, dear friend, for many, time on a benefit spend, and they’ve a right, given their plight, which may be long or short, and they, in need of loving support, for life isn’t always fair, filling many with anxiety and fear, who would suffer even more so, if that welfare net wasn’t there.
No, it’s not those on welfare who should feel shame, but those who their axe at welfare aim, and who’re usually blessed with far more, but who for some sad reason are feeling sore, and thus who hard-done-by holler and claim.
Yes, better higher taxes and less in the pocket, than to do away with welfare, or to heavily padlock it — yes, far better that there be wastage, and bludgers too, than to see support for any genuine folk going askew.
So, take heart dear beneficiary, (often baring the brunt of hypocrisy), for you’ve paid taxes too, and still do, and like all, who on harder times fall, have a right to shelter come those rainy days that sometimes queue.
Yes, you’re hardly there by choice, and hence why I raise my voice, having suffered ridicule, bigotry, and hardship too, and knowing how cruel life can be, and how many who’re better off don’t see, till things in their life go painfully askew, and who, then rush to join that unfairly bashed welfare queue.

By Lance Landall



Open Minds

The best way to test an open mind, and thus the truth of the matter find, is to confront it, for by doing so, either an open or shut window will show, thus allowing you to know that whatever you mention, will receive worthy attention, in case it should be accepted, or prudently rejected.
Yes, many like to think that they’re open-minded, when in fact they’re not, or simply broad-minded, which certainly isn’t the same, despite what any might claim, for one is more discerning, and even for truth yearning, while the other, given its liberality, oft embraces what acts injuriously, for it’s more concerned with pleasing and pleasure, is less inclined to weigh and measure, nor seek what’s right, and thereby invariably succumbs to appetite, feelings, senses and anatomy.
Yes, the open mind is truly so, not what some may like to think as so, and when confronted with an opposing view, it doesn’t feel threatened, nor some exit pursue, but rather, cordially greets each exchange, always open to change, should such be the right way to go, and knowing that a regular test, should be treated like a welcome guest, for such challenges help us grow.

By Lance Landall



Mind Your Fellowman

A duty of all who walk this earth, midst daily toil, reflection and mirth, is to lend a hand, and where needed, to make a stand, lest some poor soul fall by the way, or fall victim to foul play, for life is full of trials and traps, temptations and faulty maps, things that somehow mesmerise, or subtly anesthetise, and we, so prone to erring, and vice, more oft preferring, until of course, we meet remorse, or even our end, and lifeless descend, for selfishness and foolishness are the bane of humanity — and oh, how oft we don’t want to see, and just like a child, cling tenaciously, so very stubbornly, to some cherished yet unwise belief, act or desire, that against us seeks to conspire, or that misleads another soul, who beaches on some painful shoal, another unwitting casualty, and so unnecessarily, perhaps betrayed, and who dearly paid, and simply because of us, arguably.
Yes, it’s our duty to lend a hand, or where needed, to make a stand, and to mind what we say and do, least others too, via our influence and behaviour, some ill pursue, and suffer from what they needn’t, nor shouldn’t have to, and who as a consequence, (invariably), further the offence, via allowing such to ripple, which
sadly, happens all too frequently.
Yes, mind your fellowman.

By Lance Landall






THE TRIPLETS (Expanded)


LOVE and TRUTH - FAITH and WORKS - MERCY and JUSTICE

Everything in our life needs to be balanced. Not enough sleep can leave us tired and irritable. We can start making mistakes as a result. To much work and not enough rest, can have a similar effect, and we can become stressed. Overeating can cause weight problems, and ill health. And so it goes. It is just the same with our spiritual walk. Here too, we can get things out of balance, with negative results. So, how do we get the balance right in this area?

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Let’s take a very quick and simplistic look at — LOVE and TRUTH, FAITH and WORKS, MERCY and JUSTICE — essentials in the Christian’s life and spiritual realm.

If one or more is missing in the Christian’s walk, there is an imbalance. Likewise, if we focus disproportionably on any one of these six, we again create an imbalance.

Let me explain. We’ll start with LOVE and TRUTH:

As much as we need to know about God’s love, and should be expressing that love, we also need to have a mature understanding of the importance of His truth — that is, doctrine, God’s Word.

“Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth [sound doctrine] so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart” (1 Peter 1:22).

“And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved” (1 Tim 2:10, KJV).

God’s Word strongly reproves those who think we only have to be loving and nothing more; those who think that just accepting God is enough; and those who think that just a basic understanding of His Word is sufficient (Heb 5:11-14; James 2:19; Jude 3; 2 Peter 3:16; 2 Tim 3:7; Hosea 4:6; Eph 4:14). God’s Word shows that truth is of the utmost importance to God (John 17:17; Eph 6:14; John 16:13; 8:31,32; 1 Tim 2:4; 4:6; 1:3; 2 Thess 2:13, KJV; 2 Tim 2:15; 1:13; Titus 2:1; 1:9; 3 John 3,4; Rom 1:18). In fact, not having a sound knowledge of His truths can prove disastrous (1 Tim 4:1,3,4; Hosea 4:6; Eph 4:14; Matt 24:24; 15:9; 2 Thess 2:12). Those who diligently check things out are actually commended (Acts 17:11; 1 John 4:1; 1 Thess 5:21).

Now let’s take a look at FAITH and WORKS:

As much as we need to understand faith’s rightful place in salvation, we also need to have a good grasp of works corresponding role.

“But are you willing to recognize, you foolish fellow, that faith without works is useless?” (James 2:20, NASB).

“You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone. For just as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is also dead [it is made void, invalid]” (James 2:24,26).

While God accepts us where we are, saving us at the very moment we accept His gift of grace by faith (Rom 10:9; Eph 2:8,9), for we’re saved by grace alone, He gives us no excuse for remaining there (Heb 10:26,27). While a Christian should not act as though God will jump on them the moment they err, neither should they act as though God will overlook any wrong they do (James 4:17) — in other words, take license with His grace (Rom 3:31; 1 John 3:4). Though God won’t zap us the moment we do wrong, He does not excuse sin (James 4:17), nor necessarily ignorance, thus failure to respond appropriately, could not only have its mean-time consequences, but its ultimate result, eternal death (James 2:12). God’s Word instructs Christians to walk in accordance with His will (Matt 7:21) — obedience to His commandments (1John 2:4), the standard of Christian conduct (Rom 2:13; Eph 2:10; James 1:25; Rev 14:12). In the context of salvation (Justification – right standing before God), law keeping is of no avail, but in the context of Christian conduct (Sanctification – right living before God), God's law has value and validity. Hence the importance, and place of works, in the Christian’s life. In Hebrews 10:26,27; 6:4-8 and Galatians 5:4 we can clearly see that we can actually void God’s grace!

The great "For by grace..." verses, found in Ephesians 2:8,9, are usually only quoted partially. Verse 10 is still part of that context and includes the following balancing element: "For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared before hand that we should walk in them" (Eph 2:10, NKJV).

“ ‘In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in Heaven’ ” (Matt 5:16).

“...we are ambassadors for Christ, since God is making His appeal through us…” (2 Cor 5:20).

“You were taught to put away your former way of life, your old self, corrupt and deluded by its lusts, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to clothe yourselves with the new self, created according to the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness” (Eph 4:22-24).

And lastly, let’s take a look at MERCY and JUSTICE:

As much as we need to know about God’s mercy, we also need to have a healthy respect for His justice — that is, His judgment.

“For if we willingly persist in sin after having received the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful prospect of judgment…” (Heb 10:26,27).

“So speak and so act as those who are to be judged by the law of liberty [the Ten Commandments]” (James 2:12).

God is a God of justice (Ps 89:14) and He clearly would not be able to govern justly without a law (James 4:12). If there had been no law right from the beginning, both in Heaven and on earth, neither Satan or Adam would have been able to be disobedient (1 John 3:8; Rom 5:12,19; 4:15). After all, no law, no sin! No government could operate or stay in power if it did not have laws to keep order. There would just be confusion, chaos, and rebellion. Hence why we will be judged by His law (James 2:12) — the Ten Commandments — the standard of Christian conduct. God’s Word clearly tells us, that before Christ comes back to this earth He sets up a court room (Dan 7:9,10), and a judgment time, in Heaven (Rev 14:7; Heb 9:24,27; Acts 17:31; 24:25; Eccl 12:14; Matt 12:36,37; 2 Cor 5:10; 2 Tim 4:1; James 4:12). After all, our works prove whether we are truly genuine or not (Matt 7:20).

There are situations of course where a heavier focus on any one of the above may be appropriate. For example: One should hardly encourage a Laodicean condition [spiritual sleepiness] with a disproportionate focus on love for example. Such a condition is more needful of the stirring straight testimony — the pointed truth, the importance of obedience, and God’s corresponding judgment. Not having a healthy respect for the seriousness of our daily need of remaining in God’s saving grace may result in the loss of our heavenly home. Sometimes we need a wake up call. Likewise, a legalistic condition [works obsessed, based] would be better served by a greater emphasis on grace, faith’s rightful place, the worthy attributes and application of Godly love, and its correspond- ing mercy. The cloth should be cut according to the situation. Willful sin requires reproof, carelessness requires warning, weakness requires encouragement, hurt requires sympathy, repentance requires mercy, discouragement requires hopefulness, wrong requires justice, and so on. Biblically, love cannot be divorced from truth, nor faith from works, nor mercy from justice, nor any from each other, otherwise such balances necessary for our spiritual and general well being will be destroyed, and we endangered. Our own imbalance could negatively affect the lives of others (1 Cor 8:9).

A number of my poems cover this subject matter.

Relevant quotes:

THE CHRISTIAN SHOULD REFRAIN FROM ALL EXPRESSIONS OF RELIGION OR INTERPRETATIONS OF THE BIBLE THAT IMPERIL THE ETERNAL SACREDNESS OF THE MORAL CODE OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS AND THE WILL OF GOD.
THE BIBLE KNOWS NOTHING OF FAITH IN CHRIST THAT FALLS SHORT OF THE MORAL INTEGRITY AND GOOD WORKS OF A LIFE THAT IS RIGHT WITH GOD.
OBEDIENCE IS THE EVIDENCE THAT ONE IS RIGHT WITH GOD
THE HOLY SPIRIT IGNORES NO PART OF MAN.

Edward Heppenstall (1901-1994)