All Things Good And Right

 

Introduction


The following poems are a special grouping of certain CHRISTIAN poems of mine, which may or may not be found elsewhere on my website.



1.  May This Give Heart And Hope


Perhaps you’ve committed the most evil of crimes, or sunk as low as it gets,
And possibly feel you’re beyond saving, despite feeling guilt, having regrets.
Well, let me tell you something, and that is, there’s a merciful God who loves you,
Yes, who loves you still, and always no matter what, and who’s wanting to rescue.

All you have to do, dear fallen one, is call on that life changing name, Jesus,
He quick to forgive and cover with His grace, having died for wretches like us.
Not for saints, but sin-sick humanity, so undeserving of His mercy,
Yet granted it anyway on repentance, ’cause that’s what He’s about, you see.

A love that you’ve no doubt not experienced before, but one that’s real and true,
You like a long lost son or daughter, and Christ searching everywhere for you.
Yes, every pig pen checked, prison, brothel or other — you name it, and more,
And the reason He’s delayed His coming is, love’s reluctant to close the door.

You see, there’s millions like you still out there, and every one of you cared for,
The baptised not considered above you, and God not keeping some kind of score.
It all about grace, and there being no greater way for Christ to show His love,
Hence those nail wounds, His dying so you could live, should you heed His call from above.

And I would, there being no other love, hope or promise like it, believe me,
A mercy some might call scandalous given its staggering generosity.
Yes, so underserved, not one of us worthy of it, yet offered it freely,
Earth no comparison to that joyous Paradise attached to eternity.

Christ never had to do this, you know, so this should tell you how much you’re loved so,
And all the more if your fall is greater, and your appearance more like His foe.
The devil the cause of it all, he wanting your end to be as sure as his,
And hence those beguiling inducements that in time always lose their pop and fizz.

And so, Christ always searching, happy to meet you where you are, and take it slow,
He not one to push and pull, scare the heck out of you, but give you time to grow.
He wanting to reveal His care, the why of Calvary, and that being you,
And grace being Him, it all about His love, and responding’s all we’ve to do.

And on that journey, God doesn’t rub our noses in it, our past or wrongs, that is,
He knowing that our state of development is but light years away from His.
And therefore, He bearing long, it little by little, and even cry by cry,
Satan not wanting to let go, and why to self and lusts we must daily die.

Though none of this in our strength, but God’s strength, ’cause here, it’s still about Him, you see,
He providing, we surrendering, and changes coming inexplicably —
Well, seemingly, it not our doing, but a transformation that’s heavenly,
The God of grace still doing it all — oh, such scandalous generosity.

So, dear fallen one, don’t concern yourself unduly, it all a prayer away,
And Christ responding to your personal locator beacon without delay.
And then, not leaving you high and dry, but supporting you each step of the way,
It all about Him, remember, a loving Shepherd who’s searching for each stray.

By Lance Landall





2.  Take My Hand


Christ says, “Come, take My hand, and we’ll walk together, you and I, and I’ll lead you through both thunder
and squalls,
Yes, you and I together, come all of life’s weather, 'cause I'll never forsake you despite what befalls.
And on that journey to the heavenly Canaan above, and through valleys where shadows darken the way,
You can share your thoughts and feelings, and we’ll reason together, concrete or heather, be it night or day.

Under My wings you can safely abide, and there find comfort and joy, 'cause you’re the apple of My eye,
And why behind pearly gates and walls of jasper, I’m preparing a mansion for you to occupy.
And one day soon we will stroll the great street of gold together, just like we did come concrete or heather,
But midst a pleasing temperature that won't alter, 'cause there in Paradise, there’s no moody weather.

So trust Me, 'cause no one cares for you like Me, such engraved and verified by My death on Calvary,
Hence My robe of righteousness, 'cause without such, you'd never have a hope of securing eternity.
Oh, how I long for that day when we'll truly be together and you, free of all that troubles and pains,
'Cause where I dwell is the heartbeat of love, and why there, there's peace and harmony midst heavenly refrains.

Oh yes, how I long for that day, but meantime, let’s walk together, 'cause My way's sure, and I, trustworthy,
And as we share together, come man-made concrete or divinely made heather, deeper things you will see.
And midst My everlasting love, I’ll provide you with strength and reassurance (all My promises true),
'Cause you’re My child who I made in My own image, and why I say, come, take My hand, because I love you.”

By Lance Landall





3.  Christ Did It Because We Can't


There’s nothing we can do to contribute to our salvation, nothing at all,
Got that? NOTHING! Our only deliverance being when on Jesus we call.
So continue with your good deeds, and continue walking obediently,
But don’t ever think that such contributes in any way, ’cause that’s heresy.

The only thing that saves is GRACE! — Christ’s robe of righteousness — ’cause it’s all been DONE!
And therefore, friend, our hope and salvation found entirely in the Father’s Son;
He who lived an obedient life, He who never sinned, He who died for us,
He who bears the evidence on His hands and feet, He who bears the name Jesus.

So yes, help and care for your fellow man, and walk in harmony with God’s will,
But never in order to secure your salvation, somehow help with the bill,
Because you can’t and it won’t, so don’t, obedience playing no part at all,
It simply the response of a genuine and grateful heart, and so says Paul.

Oh yes, how Paul delighted in God’s Law, though never that he might boast, oh no,
But because of his love for his Lord and Saviour, and thus that the way to go.
Yes, Paul full of love for his brethren too, zealous regarding good works, but hey,
Never in order to be saved, because we’re clearly told there’s only one way.

And that way is, via God’s grace, lest stronger Christians crow, and weaker ones miss out,
And because our works will always fall short, and perfection not what it’s about,
But loyalty, hanging in there, sticking with Christ through thick and thin, to the end,
We only to happy to fall in line with the wishes of our new found Friend.

And what bride isn’t eager, willing and waiting to please, her heart full of love,
She happily fulfilling her husband’s wishes — and we, those of God’s above,
No, not perfectly, but willingly, holy intention at the fore, and why
A clear change is seen, the Spirit empowering, that Christ we may glorify.

And where there’s not that surrender, rebellion’s still seen, a love that’s hardly true,
A two timer, it could be said — someone whose thinking and actions are askew,
’Cause Christians should know that God hates sin, that He knows best, and very jealous is,
A righteous Bridegroom awaiting His faithful and Christ-like bride — oh to be His!

So,

Lets make sure we’re there for the wedding, clothed in grace, love for His law in our heart,
We having determined that from His arms, Word, will and ways, we’ll never depart.
And though our steps be faulty, our assurance in Him and all that He has done,
Knowing that salvation’s found in no other but He who the victory won.


By Lance Landall






4.  My God


Oh God above, how great You are, hence why I in awe survey Your wondrous and amazing creation,
I also knowing You’re more powerful than the combined might of each armed-to-the-teeth earthly nation.
Oh yes, how great You are, homage belonging to You alone, and why I willingly praise and serve You,
'Cause though You have such awesome power — Almighty God — Your love is even greater still, and boundless too.

Yes, You’re the God of Calvary, the one who gained the victory, the great “I Am” who still lives today,
'Cause though they hung You on a cross and left You there to die, You fled the grave, and thus had the final say.
And hence why my heart sings, 'cause You, Lord — the God of Abraham — conquered death and now rightly sit enthroned above,
And there, midst ruling the universe in splendour, continue to display that same gracious, saving love.

Oh, why would I not heed Your call, 'cause I serve a risen Saviour, one who lives within my very heart,
And why I long for that day when You’ll come in great glory, and if I’m faithful, eternity impart.
And why out of love for others — a love that You first showed me, Lord — I loudly and passionately sing:
“Jesus is coming again. Worship Him who made the heavens and the Earth, and from whom all good things spring.”

Yes, how great You are, Lord, a good friend indeed, who fills my soul with joy, and why “Hallelujah!” I cry,
And why all to Thee I surrender, and seek You in prayer, 'cause only You, Lord, can truly satisfy.
Yes, a God whose giving knows no ending, a God whose wisdom’s unsurpassed, and whose love is deep and true,
And hence why all that fills my soul is Jesus — yes, You, Lord — my Maker and King, to whom all glory’s due.


By Lance Landall






5.  The True And Living One


I know a God who makes Superman, Spiderman or Wonder Woman look like wimps, any others too,
And they being, all those fictional storybook heroes who good ends via bad means constantly pursue.
Yes, they relying on brawn, fists and weaponry, thereby leaving viewers with the same mentality,
Who also pursue good ends via bad means, fight fire with fire, thereby acting as hypocritically.

Well, this God I've mentioned won't pursue good ends via bad means, and He hates violence, which I’m thankful for,
'Cause I don’t want a gun toting, trigger-happy Saviour who reaches for His holster ready to draw.
Nor a God who clenches His teeth and fists, and then socks or flattens some equally violent villain,
But rather, One who uses His head and heart, and never deals with sin and sinners via committing sin.

Yes, this God I've mentioned is loving, and bears long, appealing to the head and heart, force not His style,
He just, merciful, and not wanting any to perish, His behaviour mature, and not infantile.
No back alley brawling for Him, nor wanton hooliganism-cum-smashing this or that on the way,
Such but the staple diet of so many viewers and readers whose flawed heroes bad examples display.

So many love James Bond when he’s the epitome of fallen man, so often in and out of bed,
Or indulging in the "good life" midst the violence, havoc and destruction his admirers are fed.
He no role model, but just another fool with that typical fight fire with fire mentality,
Which, at the end of the day, keeps spinning that same old carousel which perpetuates such lunacy.

Hence why I’m thankful for my hero, a God who though non-violent, is called the Almighty One,
'Cause He can do far better than any earthly hero, and this, without the aid of fists or a gun.
All He need do is speak, or clap His hands, and He can achieve any seeming impossibility,
And all this without violating any code of decency, thereby retaining His dignity.

Now there’s a fitting hero for you, no shameful bedroom shenanigans for Him, or any other vice,
Nor some sensually designed penthouse, but rather, a holy kingdom-cum-undefiled paradise,
And where there's no need for heroes, more so those Batman and Robin types, such the concoctions of men,
Who persist in creating heroes as fallen as they, be such via movies or same deluded pen.

Hence why God’s my only hero, 'cause I won’t idolise some fallen human, nor swallow make-believe,
Knowing that such is just the creation of a lying devil, who via such, has set out to deceive.
And most successfully, 'cause everywhere on Earth those flawed heroes are idolised, though pure fantasy,
Unlike the true and living One, who Satan, via such fallen heroes, has deprived of so much glory.


By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 14 March 2020.






6.  God Doesn't Snooze


Unlike humans who oft need to be pried out of bed come wakey wakey time, God never misses a thing,
He always up and about twenty four seven, not worried should some alarm clock go ring-a-ling-a-ling.
Yes, He never loudly snoring, but rather, watchfully on deck, His caring eyes scanning humanity,
And midst such, every single person noticed, 'cause He has plans for us that’ll stretch throughout eternity.

Oh, how He concerns Himself over you and I, angels at His beck and call, they hard at work for our sake,
And believe me, they don’t linger in bed either, nor take ages getting dressed, they keen, sharp-cum-wide awake,
'Cause the life of each individual is very precious in God’s sight, and why rooms are being built above,
Such awaiting the arrival of the faithful; He being a God who even more so wants to share His love.

Yes, no snoozing for Him, no staying in bed until the morning’s almost gone (one grumpy and half asleep),
'Cause He knows our old adversary doesn’t just roar, but around us, very cunningly is seen to creep,
And that given we’re often stumbling and fumbling our way around, and thus far from bright-eyed and bushy tailed,
We’re likely to fall prey to Satan, or get ourselves in a tangle, and oh, how oft midst some prayer we’ve wailed.

And God to the rescue, angles flitting back and forth, they keeping Satan at bay, or showing us the way,
'Cause far too oft we loose sight of how precious time is, and of how we should spend time with God early each day.
Yes, we not snoozing in bed, nor our head buried under a pillow, but rather, it buried in God’s Word,
Lest the stealthy pitter-patter of evil footsteps, or the sound of the Spirit’s quiet promptings not be heard.

By Lance Landall






Brooding.


7.  A Mega Grace, Mega Love, And Mega God


Grace, precious grace, often lost sight of in a tit-for-tat, revengeful world, where
Fewer are merciful and forgiving, or long with others are seen to bear.
Yes, it’s a very sad situation, a very messy situation,
Where grace seldom figures, but more some seething, grudge holding accusation.

And so, the story of Calvary where grace shone in bright lights, gathering dust,
And thus in many lives that key to eternal joy just reddening with rust.
And yet, if anyone had a right to brood, seek revenge, not forgive, it was He,
That innocent, loving Saviour nailed to a cross midst howling brutality.

Oh, what mega grace He showed, and given His majesty and authority,
His ability to wipe us off the map, this sad, fallen humanity.
We really having little comprehension of it, thus Calvary a must,
That we might see mercy in its fullness, leave hard feelings behind in the dust.

Yes, too many nurse their wounds, but not Christ, hence why we sing of “amazing grace,”
His forgiving arms extended to all, and no condemnation on His face.
All how it should be with us, we reflecting Him, showing same mercy and grace,
And bearing in mind that if it hadn’t been for Him, there’d be no human race.

I mean, think about it, that puniness of many grievances when compared,
Not that we should ever cling to any, but hey, the hopelessness we’re been spared.
We clearly undeserving, more worthy of the maximum, the death penalty,
Yet spared to live, and for eternity — wow, that’s what I call awesome mercy.

Oh yes, grace, precious grace, love abounding, the story of stories, “Hail Jesus,”
The One who’s deserving of glory and honour, the One who died to save us.
A grace like no other, an astonishing grace, and personal sacrifice,
Christ himself putting His life on the line — oh, what a terrible, shocking price.

But rise He did, oh happy day, and so, “I once was lost, but now I’m found,” and
Have Him to thank, and indeed I do, ’cause righteous before His Father I stand.
Not because of anything on my part, but that gracious robe that covers me,
A divine one, one truly woven with sacrifice and generosity.

Mega grace!

Ours can’t compete with that, but grace and mercy we should extend, and from the heart,
’Cause those who don’t, or grudgingly, will soon hear that terrifying word “Depart.”
Thus that love that Christ showed, we must, flawed as it be compared to the heavenly,
We aware of our own failings, and how to us, God’s acted so graciously.

Oh yes, grace, precious grace, but here, a mega grace, it the grace of God above,
Who, despite everything thrown at Him, kept His dignity, showed great love.
A love (that like His grace), outshines any shown on Earth, except when He was here,
Yes, mega grace, mega love, ’cause He’s a mega God, which the Heaven’s declare.

And as I said, a God who doesn’t hold grudges like fallen humanity,
Because such only poison the bearer, thus acting like a double whammy.
All why grudges, and not forgiving, aren’t the way of Christ, whose followers we are,
And why our sights shouldn’t be on wrongs, but on the coming of the Brightest Star.

By Lance Landall





Poor health.


8.  Just Rest In His Love


Dear child of God, suffering under the depression of ill health, don't forget that your Saviour deeply cares,
That He feels every pang of anguish that His loved ones feel, hears every cry they utter midst their tears.
Oh, how Christ sympathises having suffered Himself, His love still as deep as that shown on Calvary,
Hence why He’ll never leave or forsake you, 'cause He who died for you, also watches over you faithfully.

So please don’t fret, but just rest in His love, even if clinging to a grain of mustard seed, for that will do,
'Cause just as a loving father holds his child in his arms, so will Christ hold you when you’re weak and anxious too.
He knows you love Him and oh, how even deeper He loves you, a friend you can trust, one who always proves true,
A God who cares for each wee sparrow, a God who knows your plight — yes, a God who will always be there for you.

So just rest in His outstretched arms, 'cause that’s all He expects you to do, aware of your weakness, misery,
And if you’re faithful, trusting in His loving care and promises, He'll soon reward you with eternity.
And then, along with others so blessed, you’ll praise Him with a voice of triumph, ever remain in His care,
Daily enjoying His presence, free from burdens that once plagued, courtesy of love and mercy true and clear.

But meantime, midst those shadows that mar your life, don't forget that your loving Saviour is always very near,
That nothing escapes His attention, nor escapes His tender compassion, each moment, day, week, month and year,
'Cause He’s the God of love, a God who cares so much that He gave His life for you, and that with Him you’ll soon be,
Free from that which chokes joy and happiness, free from the depression of ill health, alias infirmity.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 18 February 2020.





Marriage.


9.  A Marriage Made In Heaven


Greatly blessed are the man and woman in a truly God centred marriage, where
That same selfless, sacrificial love is seen that reflects God’s love, thought and care.
And greatly blessed are any children they have, who benefit from all that too,
And even more so where their own marriage has that same selfless, heavenly hue.

And this all what God intended when instituting marriage, that sacred bond,
Where nothing of a thoughtless nature was meant to cause a ripple in that pond.
Both husband and wife committed to the will of God, He captaining their ship
(Bristling with protective biblical principles, its wheel tightly in His grip).

Yes, God knowing the joy and happiness that His way brings, that heavenly key,
And access to a never-to-be-shared-with-anyone-else intimacy.
Marriage a sanctuary, a safe haven for both them and godly offspring,
Each vow having been witnessed by God from whom all things bright and beautiful spring.

And bright and beautiful are those marriages where God is in each couple’s heart,
Their hope and faith in Him, who, where given permission, creates a work of art.
A tapestry vibrant with divinely woven threads, Christ the head of that home,
Angels guarding the entrance of their citadel with its selfless, bespoke dome.

Husbands to love and cherish, wives to support and praise, neither bottom nor top,
But both being equal in worth and being, behind that duster, broom or mop.
God first, spouse second, and then any children, nothing allowed to come between,
In order that happily ever after may be that whole marital scene.

And should some lot afflict, no matter, hence “In sickness and in health,” love supreme,
That marriage built on a Rock and promise more secure than some romantic dream.
Such security not found in real-estate, nor riches, but a love that’s true,
There in both the good and bad times, like that love of God, to whom all glory’s due.

Yes, “For richer or poorer,” but richer each marriage is where God’s found there,
Hence that width and depth, that appropriate someone else to turn to come some tear.
Christ a confidante that all can trust, the great restorer, doctor who can heal,
The key of the morning and lock of the night where each couple is seen to kneel.

“How can two walk together lest they be agreed?” God’s Word questions, given that
United we stand, divided we fall, hence why unity is where it’s at.
Both husband and wife walking the same path, thus sharing the same beliefs and goal,
Neither working against the other in any way, God fully in control.

Oh, how it all rings true, self and folly why so many marriages soon fail,
God knowing what’s best, but we getting to choose, and hence that sad or happy tale.
But happy is what all desire, and God too, who looks at our eternal good,
And that of our offspring as well, and why doing things His way, is what I would.

That deep closeness between partners should resemble our closeness with Jesus, who
Not only yearns for such, but loves us even greater, all why what He went through.
Thus that union reflecting the love of God and beauty of Heaven, for all to see,
A marriage made in Heaven, signed and sealed on Earth, and giving God the glory.

By Lance Landall