Poetry With A Mission

...creative, amusing, reflective, uplifting, weighty & thought provoking.

Thus far,

penned by me.

Website updated:
25 January 2021


My dear friend,
and visitor,

I truly believe that you've come to the right website if you're not just wanting to be informed and challenged via the thought provoking,
or uplifted via the
reflective, light-hearted and cheery, but
also if you are


and thus understandably
so are seeking
some sympathy,

Hey, you're tops!


And other related poems (and prose) regarding your worth and place in life, and
a little more.

Added to:
8 January 2021

2.  A Proclamation
3.  Heroes Take Life On The Chin
4.  Helloooooooo!
5.  You've A Great Brain
6.  A Simple Truth
7.  "Good On You!"
8.  The Eagle
9.  Haven't You Done Well!
10.  Too Clever For Words
11.  Believe It!
12.  You, Them And Me
13.  Dear Me
14.  Why I'm So Glad That You're You
15.  Don't Doubt Your Worth
16.  Don't Doubt Your Place
17.  You're The One And Only
18.  No Less Precious
19.  Born To Be Heard And Seen
20.  Be Who You Are
21.  No One Else But You
22.  Regarding "Odd"
23.  Take Charge
24.  Bullies Don't Pick On A Nobody
25.  Scared? Not Me
26.  Happy Just Being Me
27.  Slaves To An Image

28.  You're Choice To Sink Or Swim
29.  Lets Hoist Our Sails

30.  Be Everything You Are
31.  So Much More To Life
32.  Whatever The
Case May Be
33.  We Need You!
 34.  Worth's One Thing, Character Another
 Pimp Your Worth
36.  A Fallen Mix Of Heaven And Earth

Don't give up,

Choose Life

And other related poems (and prose) regarding emotional health, suicide.

Added to:
8 January 2021

1.  Life
2.  Fallen Soldiers Of Depression
3.  Any Closer And I'll Jump
4.  The Bridge
5.  Twenty Six Floors Up
6.  Billie Joe MacAllisters
7.  There's No Shame In Emotional Damage
8.  Such Being How They Cope
9.  It's All about Survival
10.  Be Still, Dear Anxious Soul
11.  No One's Problem Is Quite The Same
12.  That Failure To Understand
13.  Fingers That Shouldn't Point
14.  Is Your Past Plaguing You?
15.  It's Not quite That Cut and Dried
16.  Mind Those Approaches
17.  Catch On?
18.  Put Your Roots And Trust In Something Sound
19.  If You Want My Honest Opinion
20.  Faith's Independent Of Understanding

Poetic Story:
Where Currents Meet

A sample of 12 found on my poem list page.

Regarding other matters.

This World And Us


Added to:

17 January 2021

Poetry With A Mission

On Standing Up And Speaking Out

2.  Don't Want To Offend?

3.  Never Hinder Protest
4.  Just Say It
5.  Best It's Hollered
6.  Canaries In The Mine
7.  Are You A Mere Shadow?
8.  Crosses Come With Every Such Hero

Freedom Of Expression 
9.  The Real World
10.  There's A Worrying And Dangerous Trend
11.  Don't Cave-in
12.  I Am Charlie, But...
13.  Hate Speech
14.  Fake Hate Speech
15.  Fake Bigotry
16.  Are You Just As Bad?
17.  Why Pick On Fundamentalists?
18.  Love Speech
19.  I've Heard A Lot Of Talk About Love
20.  Let's Get Love Right!
21.  Those Calls For Love And Not Hate
22.  Toes And Unity
23.  Pet Themes
24.  We Are One?
25.  That Much Debated Word: Immigration
26.  Hang On A Minute!
27.  Long Live Free Speech!
28.  Another Conspiracy Theory, They Say
29.  Seeing Things Where There Aren't Things
30.  Give It A Rest

Due Prudence
(rightful protesting)
31.  But With Hong Kong In Mind
32.  Regarding Those Rioters In Minneapolis
33.  In Fairness To The Police
34.  Punishing Is Our Hang Up
35.  Protester Culpability
36.  Marring The Memory Of George Floyd
37  We Understand Your Anger
38.  I'll Say It 'Till Blue In The Face
39.  That Knee-On-The-Neck Man
40.  Mobocracy
41.  Errant Protestors
42.  It All Seems Hypocritical To Me.
43.  What Next?
44.  Footnote


Societal Concerns
1.  Don't Just Suit Yourself
 2.  The Other Side Of Covid Nineteen
3.  "It's Not The Gun's Fault," They Say
4.  Unreservedly Anti Drugs

5.  A Cerebral
6.  Might Lockdown Shout Hypocrisy?
7.  Hollywood, You've Blood On Your Hands
8.  Porn, Lucifer, And You And I
9.  Even If I Weren't A Christian

Hope Verses Hopelessness, Error
And Apologetics

10.  And So
11.  In Defence Of God
12.  Hell? No
13.  And There's No Secret Rapture Either
14.  As For What's Done In God's Name
15.  No One Will Get Away With Anything
16.  Mind What Some Evangelicals Are Teaching
17.  Please Get It Right, Fellow Christian
18.  The Kind Of Christians People Detest
19.  What Exactly Is The Gospel Of Jesus Christ?
20.  Nothing Will Prevent It From Happening
21.  Some Wise Words For Americans, And
Even Others
22.  An "Act Of God," They Say
23.  The Good News About The End
24.  Looking For Hope?
25.  When Disbelief And Doubt Fills your Mind
26.  Bitterness Won't Get You Far
27.  Living In A Disappointing World
28.  Sixteen Hundred Kilometres An Hour

Hardly any subject that's not covered. So, enjoy or ponder on.

Oh, nice to meet you, by the way. Come on in. Oops, shoes off please,
and don't forget to turn the light off when you leave.

A call to return to the path of truth, the ways of love, 
the nobleness of rightdoing, the beauty of
wholesomeness, the worth of moral integrity, the thoughtfulness of etiquette, the graciousness
of tolerance, 
the wisdom of balance, and the benefits and safeguards of sense in general.


"Do harm to no one, but do good to all, and in every other aspect of your life, WALK TALL"
The poet, author

Of You

Of you I tell and teach my children, "Don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never,
But treat them like something very precious that’s been left in your care forever.
Yes, now and always, for they're a human being too, not a thing, nor wood or steel,
But a living, breathing part of all we are, another who can think and feel."

And hence why no noble person would act otherwise via some word or deed,
Injuring being a weakness, not a strength, and cursed are they who cause to bleed;
Such but evil, love knowing nothing of it, and why of you I tell and teach,
"Don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never, but always higher and better reach."

By Lance Landall


"The selfless protecting of another's own, health and life, the vigorous defending of another's rights, liberty and
freedom, and the sensitive attending to another's suffering, heartbreak or misfortune (even if they've shown no
such thought them self), these truly maketh a man."
The poet, author


After all that, welcome to my personal, reality based, evolving website.

Okay, my Home page is a page in its own right, one that contains other pages too, just like my poem list page does, they both being the source of all pages. As for my poetry:

There's rhyming poetic stories, rhyming poems, alternative rhyming poems (with few full stops), prose,
poetry and prose fusions,
and GROUND BREAKING rhyming poems that bridge the gap between poetry
and prose (
given their longer lines, thereby freeing poetry from its somewhat rigid constraints).

All in all, both general and issue-based poetry, with the accent on the latter and given the latter, such poems may be tweaked or added to at any moment due to later thoughts or knowledge. With this in mind, please check the three important notes (like the following simplified one) that are found near the top of my poem list page:

Note particularly:
The content of any particular poem may not relate to my life or experience, but having been written as if coming from me, as if it's me.
I simply writing from the perspective and experience of someone else, as if I were that very person.

By the way, the conditions for using my poems are laid out in a blue box near the top (and left) of my poem list page.

This broad-based website of mine features (on my poem list page):
a light-hearted section,
a general-cum-secular-cum-generic section, and
a religious section (though there's some crossing over at times, and a few needed Christian poems amongst the secular ones. Where a poem's a Christian one, or where it contains a degree of Christian content, I usually state so).

Here on my website, you'll not only find poetry (by far) and prose, but also articles, such all being part and parcel of my personal journey, and thereby, a cathartic exercise, a collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views, beliefs and experiences. 
And all of it being my very own work, except where I have stated otherwise, and hopefully I've not overlooked anything or anyone given how in certain places I have drawn from books and articles here and there, sometimes borrowing thoughts along the way, and given how some things simply get lost in time.
By the way: No blanket endorsement is given to outside links, nor books or articles used or mentioned.
Rather than my name, I sometimes put poet-author or just author under my work. Where I've not put either (given that I don't want to plast my name over everything), please check such with me first should you want to use it.
And some poems are repeated elsewhere on my website.  


Pleasant Place

"Love's always the star where it's given the stage."
The poet, author

Added to: 24 January 2021.

Continuing on,
and bearing in mind that personal expression is exactly that (and that it's therefore your choice whether to continue further or not), e
very garden contains something we don't like, but who'd reject the entire garden? Therefore, if you don't agree with something I've penned (even the way something's been penned), I would really appreciate it if you'd let me know. To not do so might deny me the opportunity of discovering any error or poorness on my behalf, and thus also deny me the opportunity of making any changes to my work for the better. It all being helpful regarding growth (friends and family often differing too). No disrepect or injury of any kind has been intended, and where I may've erred, I ask your forgiveness in advance. So please, lets grow together. However, having said all that:

"Our response to an opposite opinion or belief (and indeed the person them self) reveals our
true character and/or state of development."

Though a Christian myself, I can understand people veering away from Christianity given the sad behaviour that's coming from many who claim to be Christians, and given the nonsense, error and ills that are coming from certain quarters of Christendom that's been losing its way. Lest people throw the baby out with the bath water, I've tried to address this via my secular pages I Saw Beyond It All, Apologetics, and This World And Us (page 2).

And therefore,

Dear Visitor...

Struggling like me, perhaps, kind words and acts really appreciated, no doubt,
Yes, loving concern, which is what I like to think my website is all about.
And hence why I also point out error, ill and wrong, because such harms us all,
But draped over this humble attempt of mine, hopefully you’ll find love’s shawl.

Or love weaving its way in and out, popping up here and there, reminding you
That though I might oft come on strong, it’s your best interests I’ve sought to pursue.
And so, I doing what I can, something rather than nothing, because I care,
And knowing that such is sorely needed — dangers, troubles and loss always near.

By Lance Landall

Things Worth Pondering

"Inner strength takes the good with the bad, and
welcomes counsel as much as praise."
The poet, author

Added to: 8 January 2021.

"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

"Never confuse straight talk with harshness, nor pleasing words with love."
"Loving everyone doesn't mean accepting everything."
"If love was simply hugs, kind deeds and touching words, wisdom would go to the dogs, and sense would fly away with the birds."
"Though it's all about love, it's also all about what's right, because love knows
nothing of wrong."

"Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what'll pain more to see."

"The more we know, the more we see."

The poet, author

And further to:

"If the counsel be good, no matter who gave it."


"Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek."
Martin Luther King Jr (1929-1968)

"A better world starts with better people."

"We're only as good as our heart, as sound as our mind, and as deep as our soul."

"If the world's getting worse, ask it what it's exchanged and forsaken."

"When society allows what it shouldn't in order to placate, it sears its conscience
and seals its fate."

"To do what's right we need to know what's right."

The poet, author

Yes, poetry and prose that shouts, confronts, questions, rouses, informs, pleads, shares,
inspires, encourages, heartens, empathises, weeps, sighs, smiles and sees love as being the only answer.

Poetry and prose that takes no sides but that of all who have been wrongly accused or mistreated — in other words, poetry and prose that condemns wrong wherever and whoever it is coming from, and whatever that wrong may be.

Poetry and prose that pulls no punches and strips away the veneer whilst scratching where it itches; That takes its jacket off, rolls its sleeves up, and doesn't stop until the job is done;
That rhymes with the times and runs the gamut of emotions and experiences; That searches the heart, examines the mind, and assesses the soul; That deals with harsh realities and meets people where they are; That doesn't think to save its own skin; That deals with both sides of the coin; That tests, proves and sorts; That thinks outside the box; That breaks the mould; That really cares.




It's All About People

Oh yes, it’s all about people, and Lockdown and quarantine bringing this home,
That need we soon discover for one another, and that need to freely roam.
This world a wonderful creation, but humans being its crowning glory,
That love and affection that’s the basis of every inspiring story.

Yes, sometimes we need a little peace and quietness alone, but not for long,
That need for others soon returning, that human choir, resonating song.
And how we’ve need to work together, pull together, planet Earth in trouble,
And none of us liking the idea of some isolating Covid bubble.

Oh, yes, we certainly need each other, hence why it’s all about people, us,
And why over each other there needs to be a lot more, love, thought, care and fuss.
One’s birth a gift and opportunity, but each other being what we need,
And why for peace on Earth and goodwill to all men, women, boys and girls, I plead.

By Lance Landall

You're Not Alone

I wish I could remove your suffering, or is it heartbreak you’re going through?
But all I can do is show that I care via word or act, thus thinking of you.
For who’d ignore a fellow traveller struggling with pain or grief? — no, not I,
This world having given me many a reason to sigh, cry and question “Why?”

Yes, there’re many of us who’ve suffered too, though I’ve no desire to talk of me,
But rather, to let you know that you’re not alone, though feeling so, possibly.
And if so, understandably so, for this world can be very harsh and cold,
Or so it seems until the cheer of a caring rosebud is seen to unfold.

Perhaps it’s just a hug you need, or arm around the shoulder, such no mere token,
For sometimes greater thoughtfulness is shown via an act where words aren’t spoken.
In fact, words oft getting in the way, some folk kind of clumsy with what they say,
But meaning well, though who among us never errs, isn’t seen to wrongly weigh?

Yes, be it physical or emotional, some things are very hard to bear,
And why it’s reassuring to know that folk who truly love and care are near.
For though they can’t wave a magic wand, they can seek or pray on our behalf, and
In the meantime, via word or act, show that they really feel for us, understand.

By Lance Landall

It's So Easy

It’s so easy to look at others (and sound evaluations must oft be made),
But it's clear we all have our own sad flaws and failings, and some price for wrong have paid.
Yes, most of us needing more than just a cut and polish, and yet, pointing harshly,
And this, when many are struggling with who knows what; or they clinging perilously.

Yes, insensitive words and acts can act like boots on fingers, and down many go,
Cutting stones and rocks showering them as they plummet; other R.I.Ps below.
And we with all the excuses as to why they have only got themselves to blame —
Well, one way or another — and self-righteousness too often adding to our shame.

Yes, it’s true that many have caused their own dilemma having acted foolishly,
But it’s better to give them a helping hand and not leave some folk feeling angry.
For anger that's fuelled by frustration or desperation can kick back at us all —
Well, one way or another — and why it pays to show heart-cum-make the better call.

But hey, where’s our humanity, that milk of human kindness-cum-selfless love, and,
That mercy that's also long-suffering, that attempt to try and understand?
After all, friend, what if the boot was on the other foot, and thus we in their place?
For life has a habit of toppling thrones and rebuking any who don’t show grace.

By Lance Landall

It's A Sad, Sad Situation

It’s a sad, sad situation when you express your opinion, and next thing,
Those who think you’re not very nice for saying such, respond badly. Ring! Ring!
Yes, they just not getting it, and having shot themselves in the foot, thus guilty too,
Ignoring your right to express your opinion with their added “How dare you!”

If it weren’t so disturbing, such would be great fodder for comedies, and is,
Audiences laughing at pots calling kettles black, that cheek of hers or his.
But accusers oft too thin skinned, unable to accept some truth, and therefore,
They shooting the messenger, those who’ve a good point, even when love’s at the core.

When they mistreat those who they think are wrong, even not nice, one thing’s very clear,
And that is, they’ve just made a fool of themselves, all why hypocrites shouldn’t dare.
Oh, the folly of condemning those who we think are wrong whilst doing wrong, and why
Those who foolishly do so should think twice before that knee-jerk “Foul!” that they cry.

Yes, hypocritical words and actions make a fool of the accuser, who
Should be what they think that other person isn’t, and thus not acting askew.
Their ground lost the moment that they point their finger, like those rioters we see,
Mouthing hate and setting fire to things whilst condemning police brutality.

Yes, the latter wrong, but not ill on their part, it seems, all why I shake my head,
And others downing some supposed ill whilst engaged in their own, in the same bed.
Their ill perhaps spam, say, dead phone calls, certain looks, a rant — the list goes on, and
Their response thus worse than the supposed offence, and all why more guilty they stand.

At the end of the day, all are entitled to their opinion, right or wrong,
So, if someone’s not inciting or threatening violence, why the loud song?
An opinion’s an opinion (hardly some law), and time oft proving such true,
And freedom of speech a safety valve giving others the same release as you.

Our response to an opposite opinion (indeed the person them self) reveals
Our true character and/or state of development — yes, those Achilles’ heels.
We too easily offended or bothered by things, and sometimes wrongly so,
Thus we the one with the issue, and that opposite opinion good to go.

By Lance Landall

Pawns Of Hearsay And Faulty Assumptions

Tell me, why do you have that very negative opinion of someone, who
As a result, you’re having little to do with, and which might say much of you?
Is it because of what others have told you? Such a sure way to err, of course,
Many not attempting to rightly find out from the mouth of the condemned horse.

Too many responses are based on hearsay, or how something appears to be,
And thus so much not taken into account, very hypocritically,
Because who of us would like to stand before a judge who’s without all the facts,
And who’s clutching evidence that’s been played with, and which just the accuser backs.

Accusers are many, some with an agenda, some lacking maturity,
Nursing petty grievances, perhaps, then there’s bias, not wanting to see.
So many too quick to down someone, pass on gossip, put their own spin on things,
Which somewhere in life (’cause what goes ’round comes ’round) a curse on themselves simply brings.

Too many listening to teary-eyed talebearers who’re oft not seeing straight,
The condemned one having done the right thing under the circumstances, but wait!
Yes, there’s always more, but they the victim, seemingly, the one they speak of doomed,
And unable to present their side given how they’re effectively marooned.

Oh, how I hate that dirty laundry which never gets washed, but certainly aired,
Family members bagging family members, say — yes, everything bared.
Much explained away, but no, out on the airwaves it goes, many tuning in
(Instead of switching off), acting like judge and jury, and adding to the sin.

There’re reasons why folk do or don’t do something, and they need to be understood,
Not rushed to judgment over; many only too happy to hang if they could.
Some folk have issues, and help’s needed, but help’s oft not there, just condemnation,
All because others don’t have a full understanding of the situation.

Folk commonly operate on different levels (religious beliefs in mind),
And thus what one condemns another praises (though many on error have dined).
But understanding only coming when folk bother, reach out, and check to see,
The horses mouth oft left waiting, truth lost to hearsay, and what folk fail to see.

By Lance Landall

When Love Will Have The Final Say

When I see love in action, love that’s genuine and true, I just know that there must be a plan for man,
One with the best of intentions, one that’s been awaiting its time — that is, since evil somehow began.
And I’ll keep on believing so, for there’s one thing I’m sure of — LOVE WILL TRIUMPH SOON — and permanently,
But not before we’ve seen the worst of evil, its final push to ensnare all, albeit temporarily.

Yes, I’ll take love’s side any day, for I have seen its fruitage, and thus know of its possibilities,
Unlike evil — a dead-end street — which, when it’s reigning within folk, just acts like a terminal disease,
One that’s contagious, though there is a cure for those who wish to be free of its poisonous infamy,
And that cure is love — pure, unadulterated love — for I have seen the results of its potency.

Oh yes, nothing works like love, nothing satisfies more — for love, unlike hate, is balanced and in harmony,
A beautiful holistic tree bursting with bountiful promises — yes, cheery growth that one can see.
A tree that keeps on giving, no thought for itself, but nourished and fed by its own generosity,
Each one of its flowers leaving a lasting sweetness in the air, one rich in selfless ancestry.

And why I just know that love’s the answer, and that in due season it will deliver, not disappoint,
Unlike evil, which leaves a bitter taste, a cruel legacy — not a home, but some sleazy rundown joint.
Yes, only love knows the way, only love provides hope, purpose and light, a coming solution filled day,
And why I won’t stop believing until that time when love will have the final say, and thus evil slay.

By Lance Landall


And given that the Christian Bible has an impressive pedigree and prophetic track record,
that warnings are an aspect of God's love, that the "signs" of Christ's coming are being
fulfilled before our very eyes, and that reality should be faced.

It's That Noah Scenario All Over Again

“Cloud developing, then rain,” it oft goes, until sun’s seen again, that rainbow,
And why oft the bad news with the good news we responsibly let others know.
Some choosing to bury their head, the truth and tough things not always nice to face,
But joy, peace or success is oft only found on reaching that hard-to-get-place.

And so, we experiencing forty days and nights of rain, that in-between,
Until safe ground (possibly one year later too, and via faith and hope) is seen.
And certainly so given what we’re looking at come our present world, sadly,
And where faith and hope applies in all its fullness given the reality.

Yes, it’s that Noah scenario all over again, Earth beset by ill.
In other words, things are getting just as bad as in Noah’s day, hence that chill.
And so, once again too, there’s another warning message, but an End-time one,
Yes, the final one, love having borne long — and shortly, the coming of the Son.

The account of Noah and a global flood is no mere tale, and why is seen
Mounting evidence that backs up what clearly would’ve been a nightmarish scene.
No one believing that what Noah had said would come true, until those spits came,
Beginning with a little not-seen-before cloud, and shortly it’ll be the same.

And there Christ will be, that cloud of angels surrounding Him growing bigger, and
Just like in Noah’s day, catching by surprise, though Christ’s feet not touching some land.
No, the Earth too defiled, utterly corrupt by then, as in Noah’s day,
Christ only saving the repentant, a remnant, who upward will make their way.

Yes, just a few entered Noah’s ark, the rest of the world doomed via unbelief,
And one barely able to imagine the eventual gut wrenching grief.
Rain like there’s never been since — oh, that scramble for higher ground, and pointlessly,
Everything soon buried by water, but an ark floating protectively.

Yes, as it was in Noah’s day, so it’ll be at Christ’s return, the Bible states,
But though this world’s rapidly worsening, the loving, merciful Son still waits,
Not wanting any to perish, we’re told, but perish most will, and that choice theirs,
’Cause ample time and warning has been given, most about to face their worst fears.

But fear no one needs to, if having repented, accepted Christ and His will,
Thus turning from wrong and evil, so that within, the Holy Spirit can dwell.
We all in need of that transforming power, unable to change ourselves, thus
It all about grace — and thus in every which-a-way, the work of Jesus,

Who, by the way, chose to spare fallen humanity via that ark He provided,
But once again, the will of God and the will of man soon having collided.
And here Christ is again, warning, pleading, when He doesn’t have to — wow, what love!
Created beings having turned on Him, shock on the faces of those above.

All why it must end, Satan’s ultimate plan almost completed, then the End,
Christ having been proven correct, and in great glory and power will descend.
He taking the repentant (dead or alive) back to those mansions in Heaven,
Which He said He’s preparing, the wicked no longer, nor death, heartache and sin.

A renewed Earth following, hence that city above that descends later on,
Christ living on the renewed Earth with the saints, every sign of evil gone.
Eden restored, we starting over again, living happily ever after,
Earth filled with nothing but praise for the Lamb, untold joy and heavenly laughter.

All why I’d suggest you get on that ark called Jesus Christ, and right now, dear friend,
’Cause many on arising from slumber have met with an unexpected end.
And they having indulged in the opposite to their best interests Heaven wise,
And having exchanged the God of love and truth for a devil who hates and lies.

Yes, it wasn’t Satan who died on a cross on our behalf, but Jesus Christ,
Who, let me remind, and via that great risk He took, with His own best interests diced,
’Cause had He failed, both He and humanity would’ve been doomed — wow, what love!
Yet, many choosing the hell of Earth instead, more horror on faces above.

And so, the repentant not looking for an end but a new beginning, yes!
A sunrise, not a sunset, a new creation, not destruction, joy not distress.
And joy they’ll have, Christ the centre of their lives, not a devil who beguiles,
The difference between them being measured in an eternity of miles.

“Come out of her, My people,” Christ says — yes, many Christians where they shouldn't be.
In other words, caught up in what’ll destroy them too, hence that, “Depart from Me!”
All why Christians are told that they can’t serve two masters, and Jesus jealous too,
A Bridegroom who rightfully has no time for adultery, be it with who.

And hence that close and deep relationship He wants us to have with Him each day,
’Cause the closer we get and are to Him, the less we’ll ever want to stray,
’Cause once having truly known Him, no one and nothing else will satisfy,
’Cause there is no greater lover (whose love is only seen to intensify).

You know, that very delay (of His return) that many condemn Jesus for
(Which gives more time for more to repent), is the very thing they should thank Him for.
Yes, a love that bears long, 'till that final day, all bad things coming to an end,
And why that final warning message, the God of love and truth has sought to send.

By Lance Landall

Once the door of the ark was shut, nothing happened for seven days,
thus the scoffing louder, until....and then it was too late.

“ ‘Just as it was in the days of Noah, so also will it be in the days of the Son of Man [the state of the world at the

time of Christ’s appearing]…’ ” (Luke 17:26, NIV) — “Then the LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great
on the earth [pre–Flood], and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. Now the earth was corrupt in the sight of God, and the earth was filled with violence [hence the worldwide flood that God
previously sent]” (Gen 6:5,11, NASB).

" 'But on the day that Lot went out from Sodom it rained fire and sulfur from heaven and destroyed them all
[the living wicked]. It will be JUST THE SAME on the day that the Son of man is revealed [returns to Earth]"
(Luke 17:29,30, NASB).

"The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise [to return], as some understand slowness. Instead He is patient
with you [has been delaying things], not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance
[and come to their senses]" (2 Peter 3:9, NIV).

"Let others speak as they will, and your right to speak likewise will be assured, because
it's only by looking after the rights of others that we secure our own."

"It has ever been the way of man to call some truth a lie and some lie a truth, and why men often utter with their lips what their heart denies."

"Though things are easier said than done, and none of us beyond tripping, falling or failing, things should still be said, and things should still be done."
The poet, author

When it comes to freedom of expression, anything and anyone must be fair game (not exempt from scrutiny and criticism), because any line drawn is an automatic infringement and one step always being the beginning of more.
And remember this: That religion should be big enough to cope with ridicule, and every one of us sensible enough to know that there's a time, place and way, and every one of us kind enough to show the same thought and feeling
that we would like to receive from others.

Or to put this matter another way:

There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in permitting its abuse.


Stand up, speak out, and if you must, march peacefully and in a dignified manner, not turning to lawlessness, violence, rioting, foul or deceptive means, because by such foolish behaviour, you will stand condemned yourself, will simply spin that tired old merry-go-round, and harden the resolve of the authorities.
And remember this: Many things that have been achieved via dubious means could’ve just as easily been achieved if only more voices had been raised and felt in the corridors of power.


Until we regard every human as a precious and sacred creation (never to be violated in any way), and the well-being of creatures and this Earth as our duty too, we’ll never progress beyond where we are.