Introduction
This page is not part of the Christian section that's found in my second poetry garden, and thus stands alone.
Begining with a few articles, which are followed by 73 spiritual poems. For those poems alone, click on the link to the right that says POEMS.
"My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my
heart; He is mine forever" (Ps 73:26, NLT).
Remember:
That God’s promises are more sure than your faith.
That God’s search is more passionate than your longing.
That God’s grace is greater than your sin.
That God’s forgiveness is bigger than your mistake.
That God’s compassion is deeper than your sorrow.
That God’s shoulders are broader than your burden.
That God’s arm is longer than your reach.
That God's hold is more secure than your grip.
That God’s hand is more steady than your walk.
That God’s heart is more tender than your wound.
That God’s ears are more intense than your cry.
That God’s strength is tougher than your battles.
That God’s ability exceeds your need.
And that His amazing love will always challenge your
comprehension.
By Lance Landall
The following Grace is my own creation, which you're
more than welcome to use should it appeal:
Dear God above, who out of love,
Created us and food supplied,
We thank You, praise You, and serve You,
Mindful of all that You provide.
Amen
More may be added to this section at any time, and to any article.
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 shoulders 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.
What creatures remind me of:
A tortoise reminds me that God is slow to anger.
A giraffe reminds me that God’s love stretches for all eternity.
An owl reminds me that God is wiser than us.
A mule reminds me that God has offered to bear our burdens.
A cheetah reminds me of God’s swiftness to forgive when we repent.
A zebra reminds me of those stripes that Christ suffered on our behalf.
A camel reminds me of how God has promised to provide for us.
An eagle reminds me of the heights God wants to take us to if we’ll respond.
A squirrel reminds me of those treasures God has in store for us.
A dove reminds me of that peace that’s only found in God.
A butterfly reminds me of God’s gentleness.
An elephant reminds me of God’s mighty power.
A lion reminds me of God’s royalty.
A macaw reminds me of God’s artisticness.
A peacock reminds me of the beauty of God’s creativeness.
A monkey reminds me of our God-given sense of humour.
A dog reminds me of God’s loyalty and faithfulness.
An albatross reminds me of the encompassing wings of God’s love and grace.
A beaver reminds me of how God’s busy building homes for us in Heaven.
A dolphin reminds me of God’s willingness to engage with us.
A sparrow reminds me of God’s interest in even the smallest things in our life.
A bee reminds me of the nectar that God hopes to find in our daily lives.
A sea lion reminds me of how God wants us to bask in His love.
A rabbit reminds me of the plenteousness of God’s blessings.
A badger reminds me of how God wants us to burrow deeply into His Word.
A praying mantis reminds me of the importance of daily connecting with God in prayer.
A cat reminds me of how God wants us to bounce back on our feet after any fall.
A sloth reminds me that we should cling to God even when our world is tipped upside down.
A pig reminds me of how God doesn’t want us to wallow in sin and self-pity.
An ox reminds me of how God doesn’t want us dragging our guilt behind us wherever we go.
A parrot reminds me of how God doesn’t want us to gossip but only parrot what He says.
A cow reminds me that the grass is only greener on God’s side of the fence.
A kangaroo reminds me that we shouldn't go hopping between God and the world.
A porcupine reminds me of the pain and suffering that comes from choosing our way instead of God’s.
A skunk reminds me of the odour of Satan’s evil and not the perfume of God’s righteousness.
A mouse reminds me of the danger of nibbling at Satan's cheese.
A bear reminds me of the grisliness of playing with Satan rather than walking with God.
An armadillo reminds me to put on the whole armour of God.
A wolf reminds me of those false teachers that God has warned us to mind.
A horse reminds me that it’s only God’s stable that’s safe.
A rooster reminds me that I should never deny God no matter the situation.
A fox reminds me of how God has outfoxed Satan.
A meerkat reminds me that God wants His followers to watch out for each other.
A penguin reminds me of those marching soldiers of Christ who’re making their way to Heaven.
An ant reminds me of those workers who’ve responded to God’s call to join Him in the saving of souls.
A sheep reminds me of the Good Shepherd who greatly values His flock.
Added to on 19 June 2021.
A longer one like this (with certain similarities) can be found on my page Divine Expressions, second poetry garden, Christian section, grey box.
The Bible:
The Bible’s a map:
It shows the right path to take to get to Heaven. Those off-track trails, those dead-end streets, and dangerously broad avenues.
The Bible’s a handbook:
It shows how to go about things. What does and doesn’t work.
The Bible’s a history book:
It shows our origin and what has gone before.
The Bible’s a geology book:
It shows how the Earth was formed and how it was affected by the global flood.
The Bible’s a science book:
It shows how things were put together and how they all work together.
The Bible’s a puzzle book:
It helps us put all the pieces together in order to see the big picture.
The Bible’s a medical book:
It shows how to take care of yourself for physical, mental and spiritual wellbeing.
The Bible’s a mathematical book:
It shows what does and doesn’t add up. What we shouldn’t multiply, divide, subtract from, or add to.
The Bible’s a Scrapbook:
It shows what to cut out of one’s life and put in its place.
The Bible’s a journal:
It shows what took place and when and where.
The Bible’s a logbook:
It shows what Christ and the apostles did, and where they went.
The Bible’s a textbook:
It shows God’s truths and will for us which we're to study and live by.
The Bible’s a phonebook:
It shows how to contact God.
The Bible's a prayer book:
It shows how to pray.
The Bible’s a casebook:
It shows examples of what happens when one chooses God’s way or Satan’s way so that one may learn from them.
The Bible’s a songbook:
It contains the song of Solomon and the lyrics of David’s psalms.
The Bible's a codebook:
It provides information that unlocks mysteries.
The Bible’s a prophetic book:
It
shows what was prophesied and fulfilled in the past, and prophecises
what will take place in the future and where we’ll all end up
(depending on our choices).
And the Bible's also a library book:
It's there to be accessed and loaned.
The cross:
The cross is God’s loving, merciful, compassionate and gracious response to fallen humanity.
The cross is a solemn reminder of what rebellion has cost.
The cross is the scene of the greatest crime.
The cross is the ultimate sacrifice.
The cross is the ultimate risk.
The cross is the ultimate rescue.
The cross is the ultimate expression of God’s character.
The cross is the greatest statement that's ever been made.
The cross is an act that’s totally unmatched.
The cross is the greatest battle that's ever been won.
The cross is a promise that’s been kept.
The cross is a gulf that’s been bridged.
The cross is the greatest of stories.
The cross is a beacon of hope.
The cross is an end with a new beginning.
The cross is the way of salvation.
The cross is where it all starts.
The cross is what it’s all about.
The cross is our example.
The cross is the penalty that we deserved and Someone didn't.
The cross is what those in the past looked ahead to, and what we in the present look back to.
All about love:
The kingdom of God is all about love.
The Gospel of Jesus Christ is all about love.
The Christian walk is all about love.
The cross of Calvary is all about love.
The chastisement that God deems necessary is all about love.
The growth that comes from any suffering is all about love.
The "signs of the times" are all about love.
And even Christ's delayed coming is all about love.
God:
The mind of God is sound, pure, noble, wise, all-knowing, impartial, just, unchanging and creative.
The heart of God is compassionate, merciful, loving, righteous, selfless, kind, caring and long-suffering.
The eyes of God are deep, all-seeing, keen, aware and constant.
The ears of God are sharp, attuned, attentive and reachable.
The lips of God are true, honest, thoughtful, prudent, encouraging, trustworthy, powerful, life-giving and life-saving.
God is my certified health coach. He helps me get spiritually fit so that:
I can run from temptation.
Break free from any chains.
Kick bad habits.
Pull out any weeds choking fruits of the Spirit.
Gain the victory over the powers of darkness.
Fight the good fight.
Exercise right choices.
Control my responses.
Carry my cross, those burdens one must bear, and the Gospel far and wide.
Rescue the perishing.
Meet adversity head-on.
Stand firm midst trials and tribulations.
Get back up again should I fall.
Scale the heights of nobility.
Shoulder my responsibilities.
Handle my disappointments.
Shake off false and unfair insinuations.
Hold on to Him as if my life depends on it (which it does).
Jump to my feet to praise Him.
Skip for joy over His promises.
Race to defend His reputation.
Kneel for regular and lengthy periods.
Walk in the paths of righteousness.
Embrace truth.
Shove error out the door.
Lift His banner high.
Throw my weight behind all that’s good and right.
Beat the drum of inspiration.
Thump the pulpit where there’s spiritual decline.
Hug and support where there’s discouragement and weakness.
Bend to help.
And build bridges of reconciliation.
POEMS
1. Always There
God smiles via the flowers, caresses us via a summer breeze, and says, “I love you,”
His love speaking via His creation, that yellow sun, those green fields, the sky of blue.
Yes, anywhere where there’s His touch, those creative masterstrokes that awe and inspire,
That mountain top grandeur, magical sunset, intricacy that has us enquire.
Oh, how we love those waterfalls, those bubbling brooks, those natural fountains we see,
All the handiwork of a caring God whose love is transparent and heavenly.
And how He reaches down from Heaven and lets us know that He’s never far away,
And one day soon He’ll be right beside us, and, “I never really left you,” will say.
By Lance Landall
2. With Stars In Mind
Twinkle, twinkle little star, so near, so far, I know who hung you there, and made you shine,
And He the very same Creator that made me too, One who is Holy and Divine.
Yes, a God who can do the miraculous, what we might consider impossible,
And why it is that you’re still hanging there, and this Earth still spinning like a carousel.
So shine on, little star, for whenever I see you twinkling so brightly in the sky,
It reminds me that I was meant to shine as well, and thus of that same God testify;
'Cause light down here is needed just as much as up there, so that others may find their way,
Taking that path that sees them shining too, that they might be heavenly bodies one day.
By Lance Landall
3. Nothing Will Compare
There’s no question that we’ve a musical God, and that He’s a master musician,
And thus our own ability to sing and play being of heavenly origin.
And so too that dawn chorus that’s heard coming from those little birds that greet the day,
And that, “All things bright and beautiful, the Lord God made them all,” loudly seems to say.
Oh, the beauty of a talented voice, one that meanders melodiously,
It reminding me of how wonderfully God must sing, and no doubt stirringly.
Oh, those goose bumps we’ll feel when in Heaven, and that the angels must feel already,
Are making me want to shout when kneeling in prayer, “Lord! Lord! I’m waiting and ready!
By Lance Landall
4. Three, Two, One…
I could board a waiting spaceship, don a spacesuit and orbit around the Earth,
And we’re told that men have landed on the moon and have explored its bumpy girth.
And maybe soon men will rocket past another planet, even land on one,
But why would I want to bother so when I can simply wait upon Christ the Son.
And then I’ll be able to visit any planet I wish, whoosh past a star,
Even leave the moon behind, travel the milky way, visiting near and far.
And this via the power of Jesus, no manmade spacesuit and spaceship needed,
For anything awesome that man has achieved, my Creator has exceeded.
By Lance Landall
5. Take One, Take Two
If I could make a movie about Heaven, Christ would be the only star, and,
He featuring in every take, anyone else behind the scene, just as planned.
Yes, my camera’s gaze would be fixed upon our Saviour, enter Calvary,
Nothing more dramatic, nothing more exciting, Heaven shouting, “Victory!”
Oh, the grandeur of the Holy City, Christ having ascended to His throne,
Though He keeping a close eye on His Church of which He's the head and cornerstone.
And there would be angels coming and going, they singing His praises aloud,
My camera still rolling as He returned to Earth, you and I midst the crowd.
By Lance Landall
6. All Why We Pray And
Yearn
Every soul is precious, though some to
evil turn,Their deeds a gall and crime, and some men never learn.
But though that be the case, each life’s a precious thing,
And years but fleeting, like a bird upon the wing.
So treasure souls we should, bearing with one and all,
For even the best of us have been known to fall.
And thus love effecting change, many to return,
Their heart restored — praise the Lord! — all why we pray and yearn.
By Lance Landall
7. Behold
Don’t you see, my fellow, the works of God that you enjoy,
Those trees that shelter and delight each growing girl or boy,
Those flowers that grace some home, those striking creatures that roam,
Or that the very width, height and depth of creation comb?
Yes, behold the mountains and fields, those sunsets that impress,
And that the name of Jesus should have everyone confess,
For His handiwork is clear, His fingerprints everywhere,
And why no other god I’ll follow, worship or revere.
By Lance Landall
8. A Tincy Wincy Poem
Jesus made the busy bee,
Jesus made each bud and tree.
Jesus made the sky and sea,
And last of all, little me.
And Jesus said He loves me,
Watches very tenderly,
Wants me home so I can be,
In His care eternally.
By Lance Landall
Christian version.
9. Short But Sweet
To stoop to wipe away a tear,
To stop to give a word of cheer,
To say that of their loss you care,
That, my friend, is of Heaven’s sphere.
To give what cuts into your own,
To linger where some soul’s alone,
To bear with someone’s moan or groan,
That, my friend, sees God leave His throne.
By Lance Landall
10. Eden
Oh, how I would have loved to have seen the incredible Garden of Eden,
And working in it no doubt a pleasure, one simply planting, never
weedin’.
Yes, flowers and shrubs of every description, the temperature always
right,
And bountiful fruit trees that would more than satisfy anyone’s
appetite.
And midst the munching, amazing creatures coming and going, they
unafraid,
And also enjoying the same paradise where nothing would decay or fade.
Yes, a place of beauty, peace and harmony, one never tired, chilled or
aching,
But basking in the healing warmth of Eden’s Creator of whose love we
sing.
By Lance Landall
The
following four older poems have been designed more for children.
11. Who?
Poem A
Who put the stripes on zebras, who gave the peacock its tail,
Who gave the cat its whiskers and made the spouting whale?
Who made the emperor penguin, gave elephants their big ears,
Who made the burrowing mole and adorable polar bears?
Who gave armadillos armour, chameleons a long tongue,
Who gave the birds their chorus that each dawn is loudly sung?
Who put the humps on camels, who gave the turtle its shell,
Who gave the reindeer antlers, and the skunk....oh dear....that smell?
Who put the spots on leopards, gave the platypus its bill,
Who gave the walrus tusks and the spider its weaving skill?
Who made the praying mantis and the tiny ladybird bug,
Who made the giant panda that many would love to hug?
Who made the tree hanging sloth, created the pesky gnat,
Who gave the rhino its horn and attached wings to the bat?
Who made the swinging gibbon, the baboon and gorilla,
Who made the prickly hedgehog and elassssstic caterpillar?
Who made the electric eel, created slugs and snails,
Who gave giraffes a long neck and animals various tails?
Who made the flashing firefly, glow-worms that glow in the dark,
Who made the clever beaver and the odd hammerhead shark?
Who gave the cheetah its speed, who made the rabbit and hare,
Who made komodo dragons-cum-lizard extraordinaire?
Who made the lion that roars and gave coyotes their howl,
Who gave the rooster its crow, kittens their plaintive…meooooow?
Well, I know who’s responsible, One who love and beauty shares,
Our Creator, whose ability everywhere on earth appears.
But I hardly need to say this, for surely everyone can tell
Only God who reigns in Heaven has the power and the skill.
By Lance Landall
12. Who?
Poem B
Who made this earth we live on, who filled it full of creatures,
Who made male and female and gave them unique features?
Who gave them eyes to see with, their ears so sounds they’d hear,
Who gave them toes and fingers and covered their heads in hair?
Who filled this earth with plant life and carpeted it with grass,
Who shaped the hills and mountains, saw that seasons came to pass?
Who made the lakes and waterfalls, the forests, brooks and beaches,
And who, via things in nature, lessons and wisdom teaches?
Who put the warmth in sunshine, who made the rivers and sea,
Who made the stars that twinkle, the gigantic redwood tree?
Who sends the coloured rainbow and the gentle cooling breeze,
Who gave the sky its colour, put pollen in flowers for bees?
Who makes the moon shine nightly, who keeps this planet turning,
Who sends those perfect sunsets, who for our love is yearning?
Who has the spring buds bursting with blossoms that our hearts cheer,
And who sends us reminders of His constant love and care?
Who gave us a guide book, one that's designed to spare us pain,
One that shows eternal life His true followers can claim?
Who tells us via this Bible of a love beyond compare,
That right now, and forever, we can experience and share?
Who shows repentant sinners mercy and covers them with grace,
Who such ones has promised that in Heaven they’ll have a place?
Who so loved humanity that a dreadful price dared pay
In order that those repentant could forever with Him stay?
So who is this being then, that such wondrous things hath done,
For this amazing being my dear heart has already won?
A Saviour and Creator, Jesus Christ our Lord and King,
That’s who; One whose praises all on earth should loudly sing.
By Lance Landall
13. Who?
Poem C
Who made the friendly dolphin, who made the rainbow trout,
Who gave the seal its flippers and the aardvark its long snout?
Who made the ring-tailed lemur, gave the kangaroo its pouch,
Who made the flying squirrel and gave porcupines their...ouch!?
Who made the brawny bison, gave the stork its skinny legs,
Who made the spotted cuckoo and the hen that gives us eggs?
Who made the Bengal tiger, the panther, puma and lynx,
Who made the comical chimp that delights us with its high jinks?
Who made the pink flamingo, gave the ostrich its long neck,
Who made the slithering snake and the twiggy walking stick?
Who made the golden eagle, the remarkable hummingbird,
Who made the warty frogfish that I must say looks absurd?
Who gave the duck its waddle, gave the toucan its bright bill,
Who made the striped hyena, the impala and gazelle?
Who made the testy woodchuck and the noisy cockatoo,
Who made the little sparrow and tiny elephant shrew?
Who made the gobbling turkey, made the octopus and squid,
Who made the long horn beetle, the butterfly and katydid?
Who made the hippopotamus, the ocelot and jaguar,
Who made the salamander and very hairy tarantula?
Who made the cute wee chipmunk, the ferret, weasel and stoat,
Who made the wide eyed owl, gave the yak its shaggy coat?
Who made the crab and lobster, the seahorse, frog and toad,
Who made the industrious ant that totes an amazing load?
Yes, we all know who, don’t we, One with an amazing skill,
One with a sense of humour, One who everything does well.
One who made and rules this earth, Jehovah-Jireh, Christ our King,
The God we love and worship and from whom all good things spring.
By Lance Landall
14. Who?
Poem D
Who made the weeping willow, the sycamore and oak tree,
The hawthorn and the chestnut, all fashioned so uniquely?
Who made the birch and elm tree, the maple, olive and pine,
The cypress and the cedar, (all clearly made by design)?
Who made the rhododendron, azalea and gum tree,
The alder, ash and lilac, camellia and hickory?
Who made the palm and fig tree, the juniper and cherry,
The wattle and the holly, the poplar and mulberry?
Who made tulips and roses, marigolds and daffodils,
Forget-me-nots and lilies, dandelions and bluebells?
Who made poppies and pansies, geraniums and daisies,
The orchid and carnation, all frequented by busy bees?
Who made yummy strawberries, apricots, apples and pears,
The leek, and wholesome onion that when peeled brings forth those tears?
Who made plums and gooseberries, passion fruit and nectarines,
Silver beet and broccoli, celery, lettuce and beans?
Who made mangoes and pawpaw, oranges and lemons too,
And nutritious prunes that one eats wisely lest trouble brew?
Who made gherkins and garlic, capsicums, carrots and peas,
Asparagus and spinach, and as for corn — yes, more please?
Who made pumpkins and beetroot, swedes, potatoes and parsnips,
And those juicy watermelons with their rather large sized pips?
Who made chives and cabbages, tomatoes and avocadoes,
Bananas, peaches and dates, ginger and tamarillos?
'Twas our wonderful Creator, a craftsman extraordinaire,
A generous provider, One who good things loves to share.
This God who created us and whose love is deep indeed,
Knew right from the beginning good things that we’d like and need.
By Lance Landall
15. No Artist Like Him
We oft admire the work of artists, but nothing compares with God’s artistry,
For His has come to life in the form of living creatures and humanity.
And though humanity’s His crowning work, who’s not amazed by tigers they see,
Such being one of the most impressive examples of God’s creativity.
Yes, living, breathing artwork, big pussycats — and pre-Fall, they just as smoochy —
For God has expressed His love via all His work, it so full of care and beauty.
Hence why we shouldn’t doubt His love, taking note of His work, those tigers we see,
That one day soon we’ll get to pat and hug, they no doubt purring just as warmly.
By Lance Landall
16. Made In His Image
A baby’s a precious bundle of living, breathing life — a gift from the Lord,
A blending of a mother and father who the treasure of that birth have stored.
Hence those very first photos that remind of that bonny miracle of birth,
That martial coming together that God has blessed, instituted on Earth.
And so we give thanks for another safe, cute and healthy arrival, new life,
Which cements and enhances that special union between a husband and wife;
For God intended that children be a boon and each home with happiness fill,
Thus "blessed is the man whose quiver's full of them," that more in God’s kingdom may dwell.
By Lance Landall
This wee poem marks the arrival of our third grandchild, Friday 8th January 2016.
Christian version.
17. Midst
Midst the depth of loss, that pain and loneliness that your loved ones death left behind,
Someone says, “I’ll take their place, that once again, peace and happiness you may find.”
Midst the depth of depression or anxiety, when you truly need a friend,
Someone steps up, gives encouragement and hope that peace may return and fear end.
Midst the depth of sizable financial need, ill looming for lack of money,
Someone goes without in order to help you, responds very generously.
Midst the depth of wrongful accusations, and your reputation in tatters,
Someone takes your side, shares the cost of doing so, knowing such really matters.
Midst the depth of health robbing age and lessening beauty, though still young inside,
Someone makes you feel good, shows respect and appreciation, returns your pride.
Midst the depth of hurt, those wounds that far too often are caused by humanity,
Someone puts their arm around your shoulder, responds lovingly and tenderly,
And there, is God; there in deed is God.
By Lance Landall
18. I'm Not A Lollipop
No, I’m hardly a lollipop, so tell me, why's this Siamese cat licking me?
Well, I guess he's grown rather fond of me, and such being a pussy’s way, you see.
For God didn’t just give you and I the ability to show affection,
But creatures too, who, when it comes to their owners, form a loving connection.
Hence those rough licks I get, as if my hands aren’t clean enough, or perhaps they aren’t,
But I’ll be the judge of that, dear pussy cat, though I can’t bear to say, “You can’t."
For such is how cats show their love, and why we should thank God above, praise Him too,
These creatures adding to our happiness, and simply doing what pussies do.
By Lance Landall
19. The Lord Is Good
Thank you for the warmth of that sunshine, Lord, for without it everyone would freeze,
And as far as kids go, and those of us still young at heart, thank you for the trees.
And for those stars that twinkle in the sky, and that moon that’s also seen each night,
For both lighten and brighten, and while they’re there, we know that everything’s alright.
Yes, thank you for the flowers too, they as pretty as a picture, and more so,
Reminding us of a tender God from whom all good things and blessings flow.
All why we praise you, Lord, for you’ve surrounded us with beauty that shouts your love,
And that reminds us that we’re in for an awesome time when we join You above.
By Lance Landall
20. "Is That You, Father?"
I so wish I could grab a phone and ring up God, get an answer there and then,
Or just grab a bike an cycle over, and thus not have to wait until when.
Yes, if only I could send an email and the answer suddenly appear,
I having checked my in-box, and my God's kindly response well thought out and clear.
Oh, if only, if only, He always near or never far away, “Hello,
I got your message and the answer to your question I thought I’d let you know.”
Oh yes, how helpful and wonderful that would be, and it will be so one day,
For He will dwell amongst His people, and right there and then any answer convey.
By Lance Landall
21. All About Christ
Yes, scrub yourself from head to toe, and it won’t make the slightest difference, you know,
For you will still be stained with the grubbiness of sin that simply can’t help but show.
And hence God’s robe of righteousness that true repentance sees one covered with, and oh,
Happy day, for in the sight of God, one goes from looking grubby to white as snow.
That’s right, white as snow — in fact, whiter than snow — we soon seen without blemish or stain,
And this, all courtesy of amazing grace, a love that’s so wondrous and humane.
Hence why we would be wasting our time with soapy suds, for nothing on Earth will do,
Because it’s all about Jesus and nothing of us; the Spirit’s soap and shampoo.
By Lance Landall
22. Give Me A High Five
Every day there’s a following night, and every night there’s a following day,
And a sun always shining, though oft not seen ’till goodbye surely clouds of grey.
But whether there’s a clear blue sky or a claustrophobic cloudy canopy,
This old world still spins, the stars stay put, and the moon continues to wink at me.
Yes, everything seems so programmed, as regular as clockwork-cum-guaranteed,
Including that botanical nuisance that we humans have nicknamed a weed.
And hence why it’s all looking like Someone set things in motion way back when,
And they did! I more wised up than Chicken Licken, that baby rooster or hen.
By Lance Landall
23. Pressing On
They say God’s not real, and, "Here’s the deal: You keep Him to yourself and we’ll get on fine,"
But inevitably, and somewhere, one’s commitment to Christ soon crosses that line,
For even one’s righteous walk rebukes and offends every wrongdoer and scoffer,
Who doesn’t know the joy of willing obedience, nor that grace that’s on offer.
And therefore, midst that peace and joy of knowing God, each Christian has a cross to bear,
And still those truths that Jesus has told every follower of His to boldly share,
Though prudence being a wise thing, of course, and that prayerful patience that yields fruit in time,
Others exchanging their dirty garments too, joining that throng on it’s upward climb.
By Lance Landall
24. God's Marshmallow Heart
God’s heart is like a marshmallow, it so much softer than any human heart,
And so easily melted by selfless requests and cries caused by any dart.
Oh yes, God’s heart the tenderest of marshmallows, it as soft as soft can be,
Every one of its ingredients oozing love and care for you and me.
All why I sing “Amazing Grace”, our Saviour bearing long, extending mercy,
His marshmallow heart reaching out when pinned to that hardboiled cross on Calvary.
And His heart still just as tender, as easily melted as it was back then,
And it beating with love for all, its sweetness delighting again and again.
By Lance Landall
25. Rhythm And Rhyme
Tell me, little bud, how do you know exactly when to bloom come that season?
It happening just like clockwork and not because you’ve got some random reason.
Yes, you slowly unfolding, and then that bloom that hollers creativity,
And why I believe you’ve been programmed, not just got your entrance down to a tee.
Oh,
You’re as pretty as a picture, Someone having had something to do with you,
A sculptor and painter with love in His heart, and a certain colour code too.
’Cause you’re just one of many, Earth dotted with little buds that bloom in due time,
For when it comes to God’s creation, nothing happens without rhythm and rhyme.
By Lance Landall
Christian version.
26. My Feathered Friend
Let me ask again, little sparrow, what did you see today when on the wing,
Was it cruelty or kindness, was there reason to wail or more reason to sing?
Oh, how you must notice it all, the lame and the fit, the well-off and the poor,
The free and the imprisoned, those with less burdens to carry and those with more.
And what about yourself, little sparrow, were you fed by that which humans shared,
Was your thirst quenched by water left, was your tiny little heart saddened or cheered?
And how’s your nest? Is it undisturbed and your wee ones safe, and you resting too?
For midst my concern for others, I like my Saviour aren’t unmindful of you.
By Lance Landall
27. Who Can Understand?
Yes, who can understand a God whose heart melted for fallen humanity,
A rebellious bunch of selfish misfits who indulged in such insanity?
Who can understand a God who exchanged a paradise for cruel years down here,
And who let folk spit on Him, crown Him with thorns, flog Him and pierce Him with a spear?
Who can understand a God who cried, “Father, forgive them,” whilst on Calvary,
A God who after all that men had done, turned around and offered them mercy?
But I’m glad that there is such a God, and that He’s my God, for what greater love?
And why I’ve chosen to follow him, and daily praise Him — oh, great God above!
By Lance Landall
28. Too Marvellous For Words
Busy buzzy bees, featherweight butterflies, tincey wincey ladybird bugs,
Leafy reaching branches, smiley nodding flowers, greeny, grassy, tickly rugs,
Regal looking peacocks, cuddly clothed pandas, colourfully lacquered macaws,
All speak of a God with an amazing flair and give us good reason to pause.
Oh yes, because there’s an artistry present in all that has been created,
A purpose and design behind everything that can hardly be debated.
All too marvellous for words, hence those furry animals and feathered birds,
All an expression of a heavenly love that everything on Earth girds.
By Lance Landall
Christian version.
29. Out And About
It’s good to roam the countryside for pleasure, health, education and chance meetings,
The air pregnant with the scent of Nature’s bounties and those passing friendly greetings.
And then to return to a meal that replenishes, a favoured chair by the fire,
And a sound and comfortable sleep in a cosy bed that was heated prior.
One soon lost in dreams after a day well spent, blessed by the exercise, sun and air,
And those momentary stops for purifying water that’s needed here and there.
Yes, it’s so good to roam the countryside, to lose oneself midst heather, brooks and trees,
For there, the loving heart and creative mind of our caring Creator one sees.
By Lance Landall
30. God's No Thug
Batman, Superman and Wonder Women come along and simply go Whack! Pow!
But Christ comes along in quietness and confidence and really shows them how.
Yes, He tells folk to love their enemies, turn the other cheek and trust in He,
And not return violence with violence like our evil adversary.
And this because Christ knows better, He no comic book hero, but for real,
A Saviour who isn’t seen to punch and flatten, but calm, sooth, restore and heal.
For that’s the better way, and He the only way, comic book heroes more thugs,
But Christ all about treating others as we’d like them to treat us, hence His hugs.
By Lance Landall
31. No Matter The Storm
Keep your eyes fully on Jesus, depending solely on His power, for there,
You’ll find your only safety, and there, He will bear every burden and care.
Yes, Christ will be there no matter the storm, how rough the sea, or how far the shore,
Bidding you come like He did Peter, so go, put an end to that tug-of-war.
Oh yes, Christ can calm the sea, still the storm, supply your need, get you through it all,
So don’t look down, but straight ahead, putting your trust in His outstretched arm and call.
And one day soon, you’ll reach Heaven’s shore, discover the beauty of Paradise,
The home of He who saw our sad plight, and considered it worth the sacrifice.
By Lance Landall
32. In Fellowship With God
The devil came my way and he whispered in my ear, “Now here's is a tempting thought,”
And it was, but I said, “No,” having the support of the Holy Spirit sought.
Yes, Satan always at it, never giving up, and why we’re doomed on our own,
And hence why we should always walk in fellowship with God and never alone.
Yes, there’s power in the name of Jesus, hope when we surrender to His care,
Joy when we trust in His promises and not foolishly let Satan ensnare.
And there’s a heavenly home awaiting us where we can spend eternity,
Free from the promptings and snares of a devil, who in that same world will not be.
By Lance Landall
33. Step Inside
Lets open the heart of Christ and step inside. How might we feel, what might we see?
Oh, the sweet aroma of love, the thought and care, the peace and tranquillity.
Oh, the beauty of purity, the width, breadth and depth of its interior,
That’s clad with promises and hope that seal its nailed, blood red exterior.
Oh, what a surprise, the door’s already open, a welcome mat greeting us,
And hand sketched portraits of each one of us within, which hey, is so like Jesus;
Yes, we always in His heart, and the door always open — so please, step inside,
And there in the warmth of love, and the assurance of grace, forever abide.
By Lance Landall
34. A Heavenly Bell
You deserve the best, Lord, a house that’s set apart for You, a worship day too,
A tenth of all we earn, the glory and benefit of things we say and do.
We begrudging nothing, Lord, but willingly responding to Your love and care,
Aware all we have isn’t ours, but Yours, and why we give thanks for what You share...
And why we should be found immersed in Your Word, down on our knees or saying grace,
Out and about on Your errands, seeking the lost who an eternal cost face.
And why we should be making You proud, both via obedience and example,
Always placing You first, Lord, that the name Christian might ring a heavenly bell.
By Lance Landall
35. One Day Soon
We find our life in Jesus, our very Creator, in whom we find our all,
And hence why, if we want true happiness and joy, we will respond to His call.
He having crafted us, made us in His image, implanted that need within,
And hence why only Christ is the answer, and why we take on the name Christian.
Yes, He’s our rock, hope and salvation, our Saviour and Lord, our compass and guide,
All why we aren’t ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, but stand by His side.
We knowing where the answer lies, we also knowing of His goodness and grace,
And one day soon, having been faithful and true, we’ll get to meet Him face to face.
By Lance Landall
36. 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
37. 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
38. 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
39. 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 night 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
40. In Tune With Heaven
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.
41. 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
42 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
43. 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
44. 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
45. 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).
46. 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
47. 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
48. 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
49. 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
50. 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
51. 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
Christian version.
52. 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
53. 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
54. 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
55. 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
56. 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
57. 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
58. 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
59. 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
60. 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
61. 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
62. 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
63. 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
64. 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
65. 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
66. 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
67. 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
68. 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
69. 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
70. 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
71. A Selfless Plea
A parcel arrived from Heaven today, it wrapped in images of a dove,
And couriered via the wings of angels who reside in Paradise above.
I opened it with tender care, for it was the answer to a heartfelt prayer:
“Dear Father above, please send me more expressions of Your love, that I may share.”
And so He did — yes, expressions aplenty, they handcrafted and tailor-made,
Appealing forget-me-nots, their Divine hue designed to convince and persuade.
And share them I did, their sweet perfume scenting the air, returning to bless me,
And the glory ascending to the God of love who delights in such a plea.
By Lance Landall
72. The Greatest Longing Of My Heart
In the depth of my soul, I crave the unsoiled beauty of the heavenly,
That Garden of Eden-like peace and tranquillity, and closer walk with Thee.
Oh, how I long for that same character expressed via Your Law and Calvary,
That selfless love and that humble righteousness that risked everything for me.
Oh, how I crave Your very presence, that time together, forever, shortly,
When courtesy of Your amazing grace I will receive immortality.
For nothing on Earth could come close, nothing on Earth could compare, and why I pray,
Please help me to be faithful and endure, ever watchful for that coming day.
By Lance Landall
73. I've Surrendered
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because He gave His life for me,
I’ve surrendered, have responded, because He pleaded longingly.
Yes, I’ve given my all to Him, because His grace has set me free,
I’ve surrendered, my life extended, as He’s promised eternity.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because great love for me He’s shown,
I’ve surrendered, now bear my cross, because no love like His I’ve known.
Yes, I’ve given my heart to Him, and now in me His love He’s sown,
I’ve surrendered, gladly yielded, and now my love for Him has grown.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because He gave me godly sight.
I’ve surrendered, have said, “I will,” because He’s led me into light.
Yes, I’ve given my all to Him, because I know His Word is right,
I’ve surrendered, my service tended, now I in His truths’ delight.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because I’ve changed my point of view,
I’ve surrendered, renouncing self, because His way I’m wanting too.
Yes, I’ve given my heart to Him, because He’s helped me right to do,
I’ve surrendered, my wrong ended, now with Him I walk anew.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because He heard when I appealed,
I’ve surrendered, given Him my life, because His caring He’s revealed.
Yes, I’ve given my all to Him, because my wounded heart He’s healed,
I’ve surrendered, my life’s mended, now He’s become my strength and shield.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, because with Him I want to be,
I’ve surrendered, no turning back, because no better friend is He.
Yes, I’ve given my all to Him, because we’re so in harmony,
I’ve surrendered, with Him blended, and now His face I long to see.
I’ve surrendered all to Jesus, but hey, have you surrendered too?
Because He’s all that you’re needing, and this I know because it’s true,
Yes, He’s hoping you’ll embrace Him — oh, how such He wants you to do,
Because Jesus loves you dearly too, and just wants the best for you.
By Lance Landall
This very old poem was totally reworked on 17 June 2023.
