And This

 

Introduction


Yes, this page too — anything — but all my own work and begining with this:

“But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness”
(Ps 86:15).



What a difference!

Satan hates us but God loves us.
Satan seeks to grubby us but God seeks to cleanse us.
Satan wants us draped in sin but God wants us draped in righteousness.
Satan seeks to harden our heart but God seeks to soften our heart.
Satan seeks to discourage us but God seeks to encourage us.
Satan seeks to imprison us but God seeks to free us.
Satan seeks to pull us down but God seeks to raise us up.
Satan seeks to wound us but God seeks to heal us.
Satan seeks to destroy us but God seeks to save us.
Satan reminds us of our sins but God reminds us of His grace.
Satan seeks to wreck our body but God seeks to preserve it.
Satan puts temptation in our way but God gives us strength to overcome it.
Satan puts burdens on our shoulder but God offers to carry them for us.
Satan whispers in our ear but God speaks to us openly.
Satan points the finger but God points out the way.
Satan’s in the demolition business but God’s in the restoration business.
Satan’s promises are hollow but God’s promises are sure.
Satan’s a taker but God’s a giver.
Satan is selfish but God is selfless.
Satan’s pleasures are temporary and destructive but God’s joy is eternal and beneficial.
Satan operates via a church’s back door whereas God operates via a church’s front door.
Satan’s simply a created being but God is both his and our Maker.
Satan loves quarrels but God loves unity.
Satan is a liar but God is a God of truth.
Satan seeks to trip us up but God seeks to give us a hand up.
Satan is our accuser but God is our advocate.
Satan’s a control freak but God reasons and lets us choose.
Satan’s a chameleon but God is unchangeable.
Satan works via men to achieve bad ends but God works via men to achieve good ends.
Satan throws doubt on the Bible but God says that every word proves true.
Satan’s the king of trickery, fantasy and fiction but God is the God of miracles, reality and fact.
Satan has us thinking of our self whereas God has us thinking of others.
Satan rubs our nose in our mistakes but God forgives and puts our past behind.
Satan dwells in darkness but God dwells in light.
Satan seeks to turn our eyes downward but God seeks to turn our eyes upward.
Satan seeks to waste our time but God seeks to use it productively.
Satan loves to build up egos but God desires humility.
Satan says that we evolved but God says that we were created.
Satan says that we derived from monkeys but God says that we were made in His image.
Satan wants to see us cursed but God wants to see us blessed.


POEMS


1.  God Of Wonder

No longer shackled, but freed by grace, addicted to my Lord,
Now a willing servant, grateful child, rescued, renewed, restored.
How I lift my voice in praise as heavenward I keenly gaze,
For the price that Christ paid for me never ceases to amaze.

What a Saviour! What a King! Holy, righteous, worthy, adored,
A God who blesses me daily, my Maker, Redeemer, Lord.
A God whose love is endless, forever written on His hands,
A God so full of compassion, One who cares and understands.

Yes, no longer shackled, no longer bound, but freed via Christ’s grace,
Covered by His robe of righteousness, secure in His embrace.
How I gladly praise His name given how He suffered for me,
And given how He guides my steps, wisely, safely, faithfully.

Oh, happy day! I’ve been released! I’ve found freedom in my Lord,
Thus, wherever there are ears, His goodness I will gladly laud.
He has saved me from the chains of sin, showered me with His love,
And He’s preparing me a home in His kingdom up above.

By Lance Landall




2.  Where Less Is Often More


A poem in the hand is worth two in the bushy recesses of the mind
That haven’t as yet formed into some pithy rhythm and rhyme and nor been signed.
And so it is with a humble cottage than a princely mansion with it all,
For look at Eve who reached for more and as a consequence brought about the Fall.

Yes, better we count those blessings that we have and not hanker for more as well,
For even cottages can ring with much laughter and holler that all is well.
’Cause all we need is a grateful heart, enough to get by and thought for others,
Which many a person midst echoing walls and hollow friends soon discovers.

By Lance Landall




3.  God Is Good

Does God always hear our cry? Indeed He does, that I know.
Does God answer heartfelt prayer? For sure, repeatedly so.
Does God care about our plight? Greatly, and constantly too.
Does God want all to be saved? Yes, hence all that He went through.

Does God know our every need? Each one, and before we pray.
Does God send us special strength? Too right, and without delay.
Does God love us though we sin? Of course, His love doesn’t cease.
And does God send us blessings? Every day, and they increase.

By Lance Landall




4.  POW!


I know that behind the rain and above the clouds there’s a sky that’s always blue,
A sun that’s always shining, a Son that always keeps me in His loving view.
One who lit the night sky too with millions of stars and a sun reflecting moon,
All pointing to a silver lining, a coming day, morning or afternoon.

And so, though the sky may cloud over and rain, and nigh time engulf me as well,
I know that all is but a temporary scene, that Christ’s coming will soon thrill.
And this why my heart is lighter, for the future is brighter, and even now,
For the sky’s always clear above those clouds which Christ will soon punch a hole through — POW!

By Lance Landall




5.  In Tune With Heaven

To take a pen and write of Christ that others might be encouraged, stirred and blessed,
Is to harmonize with Heaven, and thereby, invite more than one Holy guest.
For where there is such a heart, one full of praise and mindful appreciation,
There is always the presence of an angel and the Spirit’s inspiration.

So,

Long may pens wax lyrical of our Saviour’s boundless love and amazing grace,
That saving act that took place on Calvary on behalf of the human race.
For words and ink will never be exhausted, there always being far more to say,
And it indeed an honour to be His mouthpiece and such a joyous part play.

Oh yes, it no small thing to uphold our Creator, Redeemer, Lord and King,
And of His ability, watch care, goodness and faithfulness, write, speak or sing.
And why via a very busy pen and the heavenly gift of poetry,
I willingly wax lyrical of my Saviour, for He alone is worthy.

By Lance Landall





6.  A Workman Unashamed


Give me a spotlight that I might shine it on God’s Word, a torch, lamp or candle,
A spade or shovel so that I can dig deeper and on my rich findings dwell.
In fact, give me a toolbox that's full of tools so I can make a feast of it,
And prise out truth after truth and thereby become more spiritually fit.

Yes, let me beaver away at God’s Word, it chiselling and sanding in turn,
That I might become a Jesus look-alike and the devil’s old glad rags spurn.
I lost in the book of books, renovated inside and out, but not for sale,
I having given my life to the Author, who wicked workers sought to nail.

By Lance Landall





7.  Lord Of My Heart

O Mighty God, angels at Your beck and call, (who willingly serve),
For you alone — Jehovah Jireh — glory and honour deserve.
You’re the King of kings, the fairest of them all, faithful and worthy,
Clothed in heavenly splendour, enthroned above, righteous and holy.

Yes, You’re the bright Morning Star, the light of the world, spotless, unstained,
The God of the universe, our Sovereign who forever has reigned.
You’re the Rock, our strength and shield, burden bearer, dispenser of grace,
Thus, in You — the God of salvation — my trust I’ll willingly place.

In awe I worship Thee, fall at Thy feet, give thanks on bended knee,
For You, oh balm of Gilead, removed death’s sting at Calvary.
Now I rest in Thee, grateful, adoring, surrendered, joyously,
And singing, “The wonder of it all,” and, “To God be the glory.”

Yes, how I praise Thee, oh Lord, seek Thee, and all Thy promises claim,
How I love to loudly declare, “All hail the power of Jesus’ name.”
You’re the Lord of my life, my hope and comfort — yes, how great Thou art,
The promised Messiah who rose again and now lives in my heart.

By Lance Landall




8.  An Understatement


That God is gracious is an understatement, for gracious He certainly is,
And thus as far as our making it through life’s mine field goes, all the credit's His.
All why I sing His praises, for He’s a God who does bare long, waits patiently,
Knowing how slowly we make our way ’till time confronts us with reality.

Oh, how often He spares us from this or that, for so much worse off we could be
Given our folly, those things that could’ve taken our life or hurt us badly.
Yet we still alive and well, a miracle, God having acted graciously,
He not wanting anyone to miss out on Paradise and eternity.

By Lance Landall




9.  Indeed

God is a generous God, He’s indeed a God of grace,
Grace that throughout my Christian walk I’ve been able to trace.
Yes, so many times He has saved me — that is, rescued me,
Sparing me from the consequences of my own folly.

That is, when I have fallen at His feet repentantly,
Aware of what a fool I’ve been, far too often, sadly.
But time and time again He has picked me up, righted things,
Which is why my heart with joy and gratitude loudly sings.

Oh yes, there are times when I have certainly paid a price,
And so I should have given that I ignored His advice.
But there have also been times when God very graciously
Shortened or softened the consequences, even shielded me.

That’s why I sing His praises and my love for Him declare,
And via this poem the wonder of His amazing grace share.
Yes, God’s a generous God, He’s indeed a God of grace,
Grace that throughout your Christian walk, you too, I’m sure can trace.

By Lance Landall




10.  All Is Well


Tenderise my heart, Lord, and purify my mind that more like Thee I may be,
Always loving and affectionate with a strong distaste for iniquity.
And I always looking Heavenward, delighting in Your will and company,
And where there’s some need on Earth, or some poor lost soul, I busy, busy, busy.

So please melt my heart, Lord, and sharpen my conscience that I might be more like You,
A dedicated follower, a divine example, thus faithful and true.
A friend to all men, an upholder of truth and an opponent of evil,
A bearer of good fruit whose basket is full, and of whom You’ll say, “All is well.”

By Lance Landall




11.  A Psalm

Let the earth rejoice, for God is good and gracious to all,
Honour Him, praise Him, and at His feet in reverence fall.
Let everyone serve the Lord, let all hallow His name,
And His compassion and longsuffering loudly proclaim.

Let all respect His power, for He is God Almighty,
The King of the universe, heavenly sovereignty.
Yes, a Holy, righteous Ruler who commands and it’s done,
A God who’s immortal and whose glory outshines the sun.

Praise Him, praise Him on arising, praise Him as sleep descends,
Praise Him for His blessings and the heavenly help He sends.
Let all know of His greatness — yes, let all know of His love,
Let all sing “Hallelujah, all glory to God above.”

Yes, let all creation praise Him, for He’s faithful and true,
A God one can rely on, One who miracles can do.
A God whom angels adore, a God who hears when one prays,
A God who never changes, a God so worthy of praise.

By Lance Landall




12.  For I Am With You


Where the fingers of grief and sadness interfere, and life’s garment soil and tear,
There’s always an also wounded Saviour whose loving presence is very near.
And on His face the same telling streaks, His pain as deep and feeling; hence His arms,
For there’s no better place to weep and heal, no deeper care conveyed via His palms.

Yes, He too knows such loneliness, that hurt that’s seen to cripple, and why He’s there,
For such ill isn’t due to His absence but the presence of a devil’s sneer.
And Christ longing to end it all, He despatching angels who aid and surround,
Until that joyous, momentous time when our name is called and we’re homeward bound.

By Lance Landall


“Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you,
 Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand” (Isa 41:10, NKJV).




13.  There's A Place


There’s a place where I can go where the water’s crystal clear,
Where the melodies of birds fill the purest kind of air.
A place where creatures mingle and each other never fear,
A place that’s full of happiness, a place that’s full of cheer.

There’s a place where I can go where the sun shines every day,
Where the sky is always blue and where working’s child’s play.
A place where there’s no darkness, a place where there’s not a care,
A place that’s full of kindness and a loving atmosphere.

There’s a place where I can go where one always feels at peace,
Where everywhere one’s looking there’s revealed a masterpiece.
A place where words one’s speaking rhyme and flow like poetry,
A place where all created moves in perfect harmony.

There’s a place where I can go where sounds are sweet and healing,
Where rhapsodies of joyfulness all around one’s presence ring.
A place that’s full of beauty deep within each heart and mind,
A place where a caring God, everything — With Love — has signed.

Yes, there’s a place where I can go, and where you can go too,
It’s found on bended knee, and when right we’ve sought to do.
Yes, it’s there we find our Lord, and all that is heavenly,
For both are just a prayer away, wherever we may be.

By Lance Landall




14.  God Is Love


Think it through, dear Christian — GOD IS LOVE — and thus He not only loves but is love,
And therefore, though He’s God Almighty, the great I Am who reigns on high above,
He’s all about everything that’s good, everything righteous and Holy,
And He full of loving concern, all about kindness, compassion and mercy.

And hence His grace, it not given reluctantly so, but more than happily,
And yet, we hardly deserving of it, and that the whole point of Calvary.
For only a God who’s love itself could be so forgiving, so amazing,
And why His goodness and graciousness Holy angels are forever praising.

By Lance Landall




15.  God's Garden


In God’s heavenly garden there are many lovely things,
All warmed by rays of Son-shine and moistened by crystal springs.
Each one’s lovingly tendered, each has a heavenly hue,
And each one has been planted with us in mind, and in view.

Love’s growing in profusion, its presence is everywhere,
There’re lots of lovely smiles and there’s even laughter there.
There’s also joy and gladness and encouragement’s there too,
Along with “I forgive you” plants, “I love you” plants, and, “Love you too.”

Have a look and you will see happiness and cheerfulness,
Empathy and sympathy, gentleness and peacefulness.
There’s kindness and humbleness, reconciliation too,
Along with “I’m sorry” plants, “Please forgive me” plants, and, “Thank you.”

There’s row after row of praise, there’s wisdom and discernment,
Plots of generosity, acceptance and contentment.
There’s discipline and patience, honesty and selflessness,
There’s perseverance too, longsuffering and faithfulness.

Yes, God’s garden has lots of plants, all necessary too,
And helping yourself to them is what you’re allowed to do.
His plants never cease to grow, and they do so all year round,
So anytime you want some, need some, that’s where they are found.

By Lance Landall




16.  Talents


Praise God for the gift of poetry, one working on His behalf creatively,
That such may encourage, enlighten, rightly steer and convey thought and empathy.
For talents were meant to glorify God and bless others, we just the vehicle,
And thus poets there to pen what’s in harmony with Heaven and our Saviour’s will.

And so, one bringing a smile to smileless faces, conveying messages of hope,
All in order to cheer, sooth and uplift, and thereby helping the stricken to cope.
But most importantly though, one pointing others to Christ from whom all blessings flow,
And thus we but His willing messengers on whom talents He has sought to bestow.

By Lance Landall




17.  Reason To Rejoice


Tell me, what have you done for Jesus today, willingly,
Given what He did for you, and does for you, lovingly?
Yes, He not only died for you, but intercedes for you,
Thus, surely there’s something you can do that’ll say, “Thank you.”

Not to gain favour but to show your appreciation,
And an awareness that He is the God of creation.
Yes, the One who created you, sustains you, really cares,
And who wants to take you back home with Him when He appears.

Have you read His Word, shared it with others and praised His name,
Testified of His saving grace, that they too, same may claim?
And have you walked in His ways, witnessed by deed, shown His love,
That He might receive the glory, both on earth and above?

Have you prayed with another that He may bless them as well,
That they too may praise His name and the ranks of the saved swell?
Have you spent time alone with Him, listened to His sweet voice,
And made His will, not your will, the priority, your choice?

If you have, friend, not just He will have reason to rejoice!

By Lance Landall




18.  Tiny But Sweet


A flower is such a tiny thing, but, “Jesus made me,” it hollers prettily,
And tiny flowers are everywhere, their chorus repeated copiously.
“Yes, Jesus made us,” they shout, their button heads nodding enthusiastically,
Every one of them an amazing testimony of God’s creativity.

And this why they’re often plucked and placed in a vase, they enhancing both field and home,
A cheerful blessing to any who’re housebound, a cheerful blessing to those who roam.
And each and every one of them a reflection of God’s tender love and care,
And this being why I’m so glad that those tiny but sweet, cheery flowers are there.

By Lance Landall




19.  While I Still Have Time


I know my days are numbered, that death isn’t far away,
Thus, all the more so, my Saviour’s will I’ll do and convey.
As long as I live and breathe, I’ll serve Him with all my heart,
And from the safety of His loving arms I won’t depart.

Yes, while I still have time, I will tell of His wondrous love,
How He watches over me, even though enthroned above.
How He died that I might live, how He shed His blood for me,
How He listens when I pray and always attentively.

I’ll tell of His amazing grace that spares a wretch like me,
How His robe of righteousness covers undeservedly.
I’ll tell of how He’s waiting with arms that are open wide,
And how every day, and every step, He’s right there beside.

I’ll tell of this living Saviour, this King who reigns on high,
Who though I’m so unworthy, refuses to pass me by.
I’ll tell of how He loves me and repeat it constantly,
As Jesus wants to share His love with all humanity.

Yes, I know my days are numbered, we’ve three score years and ten —
Or thereabouts — the life span of fallen women and men.
But what years I’ve remaining, (how many I do not know),
I’ll use to seek, do and convey my Lord’s will, and more so.

By Lance Landall




20.  Savouring The Moment


Hi there little flower, pretty as a picture, and you such a cherry thing,
Your presence always appreciated come another joyous round of spring.
And all because God fashioned you, popped you in the ground or on a leafy  tree,
And why I pause and praise Him so, marvel over such beguiling artistry.

Oh, how each coloured petal preaches, conveys God’s love via their sweet expressions,
Which the inner soul of every passing admirer lightens and freshens.
Yes, you may be tiny, but you're very fetching, a delight to gaze upon,
And why it’s sad come those colder days and much duller skies and you’ve up and gone.

By Lance Landall




21.  Calvary


Oh, Calvary, Calvary, let me sing of Calvary,
For there on a cross my Saviour declared His love for me.
Yes, there He shouted, “I love you,” and, "Everlastingly,”
And there provided a heavenly opportunity.

That is, life with Him eternally, courtesy of grace —
His grace — generously gifted, which I willingly embrace.
After all, no one could offer what He is offering,
And hence why of Calvary I’ll joyfully boast and sing.

Oh, Calvary, Calvary, let me sing of Calvary,
Where Jesus displayed His love for me and abundantly.
And where He broke the shackles that bound me to the devil,
So that I in the bosom of His love could always revel.

Yes, Calvary, Calvary, how I’ll sing of Calvary,
For there on a cross my Saviour bled for me, rescued me.
There He stormed the gates of Hell, removed death’s sting, set me free,
Which is why I praise His name, am grateful for Calvary.

By Lance Landall




22.  Foiled


Satan inspired an evil cross, but Christ turned it into a symbol of grace,
The devil having wanted all lost, but Christ very selflessly took our place.
Thus Satan never got his way, for Christ was victorious in death, and rose,
And why it is that an amazing mercy from the foot of Calvary flows.

All why we’ve cause for hope, Christ bringing His reward of eternal life with Him,
The repentant soon to be released from all that’s fallen, painful, cruel and grim.
And why we surely look forward to that day, the devil removed forever,
Who thought he had it in the bag until he discovered he’s not so clever.

By Lance Landall




23.  No Story Like It


Imagine that you’re in debt, in jail and still under the thumb of a drug lord,
And then someone amazing comes along, does what you can’t achieve nor afford.
He pays your debt, gets you out of jail and deals with that drug lord, adversary,
And you walk free, a mansion in a paradise your new abode — well, shortly.

Wow! Some story, huh? Well, it just so happens that it’s a true one, honestly,
One that began in a very humble stable and ended at Calvary.
For there, Christ paid that debt that you and I couldn’t, removed those shackles that held,
And dealt with our antagonizer thus showing a love that’s unparalleled.

Yes, it no fairytale, believe me, but the greatest story ever told, and,
You and I appearing in each chapter, our present hopeful, our future planned.
For our repentance, acceptance of God’s grace, and new direction, says to all
That we have gratefully embraced our Saviour and now want Him to make each call.

Yes, we tired of those inferior decisions and fallen choices that burnt,
Or to put it another way, those sorry lessons that the hard way we learnt.
And with those prison doors shut behind us, we’re now on our way with Jesus, who,
Takes the hand of any who’re willing and ready, and whose response says, “Thank you!”

By Lance Landall




24.  Stop And Tarry Awhile


Christ says, “Stop and tarry awhile,” that we may benefit spiritually,
Our thoughts too oft preoccupied with other things that act detrimentally.
And why time with Christ helps our focus, and that time being our priority,
For if it weren’t for Him, we’d hardly live and breathe —- in other words, wouldn’t be.

All why we should stop and tarry awhile at the feet of our Saviour, and there
Listen to His voice, it speaking via His Word and Nature, His handiwork clear.
We conversing with the God of the universe, the Kings of kings, closest friend,
The one who any burden can bear, the one who any broken heart can mend.

By Lance Landall




25.  God Is Still On His Throne


No matter how bad things may get, or are, God is still on His throne and in control,
And in His calm and measured way is active in the world and lives of every soul.
And this being why we can trust Him to deliver, even should our plans go astray,
For our God is an unfailing God, who, despite our concerns, will soon have His say.

So yes, trust Him, for His record’s sure and proven, solid and irrefutable,
And He not slowed nor fazed by what seems to be impassable or impossible.
Hence why His promises are confident and bold, His workings a joy to behold,
And His tender love, compassion and mercy a story to be forever told.

Yes, there’s no greater care and ability than His, and why we shouldn’t fret so,
For no matter what’s ahead, or present, He has even far greater things to show!
So leave it all in His hands, as that’s where this world and each life is securely held,
And why together, the upward saints will soon sing of a King who’s unparalleled.

By Lance Landall




26.  Cleverer Than Us


We may think that we’re very clever, but our Lord is far cleverer than us,
And if we’re wanting any proof, just take a look at all the workings of Jesus.
All why when it comes to our Saviour we can certainly trust Him completely,
For He simply spoke and miracles occurred, folk healed and the blind made to see.

Yes, Jesus uses His power for good, it creative and not destructive,
He wanting all to come to a knowledge of Him, and thereby, forever live.
And on His return, even more miracles we’ll see, and not just His glory,
For the saved will be healed of every ill and given immortality.

By Lance Landall




27.  We're Of Infinite Worth

Look how much Christ paid for us, Calvary shouting that we're of infinite worth,
Hence why that very same love that was shown back then we're all guaranteed from birth.
For He who died to save us back than, feels no different about us today,
Which via His Word, providential care and faithful watch, He’s seeking to convey.

All why we've no reason to doubt His love, but to stifle such feelings within,
For that is all they are — just feelings — as God’s love is deep, true and genuine.
Hence why no matter what we do, even think or say, God’s love will never flee,
For despite knowing how sin-sick we are, He still loves us open-heartedly.

Sure He hates sin — and oh, how such pains Him — but nothing removes His love for us,
And this, friend, why we should always be full of gratitude, in love with Jesus.
For no one will ever love us like Him, and why He wants us saved and home,
Given that it’s Heaven and not this fallen Earth that He’s wanting us to roam.

Yes, look how much Christ paid for us, a figure impossible to estimate,
But never too high to dwell on, and why we should, that our hearts He captivate.
For no one values us so highly, considers us of such infinite worth,
He loving and guarding us jealously from the very moment of our birth.

Yes, look what we all cost Jesus — our Saviour — a price that He willingly paid,
Which forever on His innocent and gracious hands and feet will be displayed.
All why we should never doubt our worth-cum-how much we’re valued by God above,
Whose creating us in His own image, and saving act, shows no greater love,

And that we're of infinite worth.

By Lance Landall




28.  See And Hear


I wish my guardian angel could fly me around the length and breadth of Earth,
For angels excel in strength, and there’s one in attendance at every birth.
They there throughout our lifetime, and always hovering about with watchful care,
They despatched by the God of love who has charged them with staying near.

Yes, they silent and unseen guardians, and very busy, busy, busy,
And we no doubt having been spared from much harm; all why they’re there, obviously.
And one day we’ll meet them, which is quite funny given that they’re already near,
And this why we should mind what we do and say, because those angels see and hear.

By Lance Landall




29.  How Good It Is


How good it is to share with God, be that kneeling, walking, working or resting,
Or amidst the Holy Word of God that we have been prayerfully digesting.
Yes, we in direct contact with the throne of grace, God hearing every prayer,
Be they stirred by some adversity, or be they full of joyous praise and cheer.

And may it more oft be the latter, for God is good and His blessings many,
Despite those afflictions that can come our way, and who of us hasn’t any?
But God still only a prayer away, and He more than willing for us to share,
For every burden that we have, He’s more than willing and able to bear.

By Lance Landall




30.  Do They?


Do other folk see Jesus in you, in those things that you say and do,
Do they notice His sweet spirit, His caring and His gentleness too?
Do they feel His welcoming warmth, His empathy and His sympathy,
And do they feel they’ve experienced the likeness of divinity?

Oh yes, do other folk see Jesus in you, a soft, heavenly hue,
A glimpse of His kingdom to come, a heart that is transparent and true?
Yes, when other folk are looking at you, do they see a reflection,
One that mirrors our dear Saviour and displays a living connection?

By Lance Landall




31.  It's Hard I Know


It’s hard I know, to press on when low, or when tears of great substance begin to flow,
But you know, another thing is so, and that is, that there are other tears that show.
And they being on the face of Jesus who can’t wait to wipe all your tears away,
His love so deep, and that pain that He suffered too, and why He’s longing for that day.

And it will come, so please press on, despite that blow that has seen you stagger with pain,
For Christ is right there beside you, and with His help and presence, strength you’ll regain.
Oh, how He loves you, a God who is faithful and true, one who will get you through,
Yes, that Saviour who’s due, and who’ll be looking for you, and others who’re hurting too.

By Lance Landall




32.  Why He Waits


In the bosom of Christ there’s a love that beats passionately for you and I,
Hence His loving concern, His attempts to get our attention, His warning cry.
No point in clinging to this Earth, hope only found in Christ and His soon return,
And hence those predictive signs that we see, that His soon return we may discern.

We hopefully humbling ourselves before our Lord, recognizing our great need,
And responding willingly to His desires so that He may intercede,
Because Christ wants to take us away from it all, all well behind Heaven’s gates,
A paradise free from every ill, one full of joy and peace, and why He waits.

By Lance Landall




33.  Ready And Waiting


There are things we’ve done that we’re ashamed of, can’t believe we did, but through it all,
God still loved us, was there for us, and despite us not surrendering our all.
He knowing our many flaws, the wretched folk that we are, but persevering,
Wanting so much to see us ready and waiting at His coming appearing.

Oh, how I yearn to please Him so, for what love perseveres so long? Yes, His love!
And this why He can’t wait to say, “It’s finished!”, and depart from Heaven above.
For that’s where He wants us to be, the reason for His return, so may it be,
That both you and I surrender our all, and there in Heaven, each other see.

By Lance Landall




34.  Worth The Cost


It’s well in excess of what it’s worth, a rip off, but we buy it anyway,
Because it’s something that means a lot to us, and hence that large amount we pay.
And maybe the seller knowing how badly we want it, and thus asking more,
But we still prepared to pay that cost, and glad that we had come across that store.

Well,

This reminds me of Christ who paid a high price for us, He nailed on Calvary,
Such well in excess of what we’re worth, but our Saviour still paying willingly.
Satan upping the stakes knowing how much we mean to Christ, who, I’m glad to say,
Never quibbled, His love so deep that the highest of prices He chose to pay.

And thus our worth being found in Him, Jesus valuing us far more than gold,
We precious in His sight, and if we’re faithful, His smiling face we’ll soon behold.
And there in Heaven we’ll be treasured forever, the cost worth it in His eyes,
Just like that which we pay dearly for, and which its worth, our desire magnifies.

By Lance Landall




35.  Tell Me...

How could I betray my God after all that He has done for me,
After all that love and grace that He displayed when on Calvary,
After all that love and grace that He is still showing me today,
And more so given that such love continues even when I stray?

Yes, how could I betray my God who in His own image made me,
And graciously gave me the freedom to choose my own destiny?
How could I betray my God who won’t even violate my right
To walk in harmful paths of darkness instead of His loving light?

How could I betray my God who very clearly knows what is best?
For I have seen the evidence that has laid all my doubts to rest.
Yes, every day before my eyes — in other words, within my life —
Are amazing wonders and blessings, care that saves me from much strife.

Oh, how could I betray my God whose love is full of surprises,
And when how much He cares for me He daily re-emphasizes?
Yes, how could I betray this loving God who gave His all for me,
And who still wants to share His kingdom with someone so unworthy?

By Lance Landall




36.  Worthy, Worthy, Worthy


Creator God, who made the world in six days,
It is You who on the seventh day we praise.
We thank you for Your graciousness in Eden,
That we via Your blood may be free from death and sin.

Yes, it only took six days, the seventh Yours,
It not a day for play, nor for any chores.
All why we come together in one accord,
For worthy is the Lamb, our redeemer Lord.

By Lance Landall




37.  Happiness In Mind


Humans were designed with happiness in mind, and put in a happy place too,
Until via folly and selfishness, both their home and their happiness they blew.
Enter guilt, anxiety and worry, a depressing negativity,
An unhappy state in a run-down dwelling, which oft equates to misery.

And so, what do we do, having seen the light, that is, and after having pined?
Well, until we’re restored to that happy place, we’re to create it in our mind,
Dwelling on God’s promises, seeking Him in prayer, leaving worries in His care,
Because happiness is only found in Him, who soon, will wipe away each tear.

Yes, that’s where happiness was, that’s where happiness is, and thus where we begin,
We returning to His arms, safe from all alarms, trusting and obeying Him,
Because there lies the answer to every concern, and any misery,
Our confidence in Him, His strength and power, that love and grace of Calvary.

By Lance Landall




38.  All Living Things


There’s a bird who keeps chirping near my window, one who’s been given a voice too,
And though I don’t know what it’s saying, should it really matter to me, or you?
It’s enough that it has a voice like us, albeit sounding differently,
’Cause all living things should wax lyrical over creation, don’t you agree?

And over our Creator God who made that wee bird who’s chirping I can hear,
Which, for all I know, could be saying, “God made me too with that same love and care.”
And maybe that’s why it’s near my window, man and creature keeping company,
Just as our Creator intended, thus the whole world singing in harmony.

By Lance Landall




39.  How It Thrills My Soul


Oh, that song, “Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word,”
How He so loved the world, you and I, how He never hurt a soul, never erred.
A perfect, holy example, He the bringer of hope, the giver of grace,
A Saviour God who willingly bore His cross of affliction, and took our place.

Yes, “Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word." Amen!
Tell of His abounding love and goodness, and then, shout it all over again.
Tell how He has sought, healed and liberated, tell how he gained the victory,
Tell how He’ll soon appear — the sweetest, most positive, happy ending story.

By Lance Landall