Beauty Midst The Darkness

Beauty Midst The Darkness

Midst all the evils of war (or should I say warmongering, actually), and its insanity, that cruel suffering thus inflicted on humanity, that destruction to our planet that’s growing alarmingly, those corrupt and bought politicians and power seeking clergy, that sickness that’s so apparent in today’s society, that sleep and joy robbing criminality, that blind imbalance of the political left and right, that racism and bigotry that ill's seen to ignite, there’s still that beauty midst the darkness that’s often lost sight of, but everywhere,
like those people who love, those people who care, those beautiful sunsets at the end of a still warm day, that prettiness of Nature’s intoxicating bouquet, that rainbow seen when hosing the garden, or midst an Autumn showery day, that beautiful waffling melody and voice that sings in harmony, that kindly word of empathy or sympathy, that morning chorus heard from tree to tree, that heartfelt plea on someone’s behalf, that thoughtful smile or affirming laugh, that encouraging little message that reassures, that “truly sorry” that someone’s hurt cures, that unspoiled tender affection and intimacy, that outstretched arm that raises some fallen one without being condemnatory, that pleasure that comes with any yummy first bite, that warm drink by the fire on a Wintry night, that pleasure found in riding an e-bike, that sound of little ones at play, that pleasant  coming together of family for a loved ones birthday, that joy over a bargin found, and that inviting friends around —
Yes, midst all the false narratives, the deceit, trickery and lies, that errant religious behaviour and teaching that also in the face of truth flies, that wastage of soldiers and that murdering of innocent lives, that spirit of revenge that has many out with the knives along with that vain ego and bull-like ambition that so many drives, those self-serving billionaires who’re pulling the strings of this world we’re in, those leaders who’re lacking integrity and whose backbone is weak and thin, that lining of the pockets of the rich whilst holing the pockets of the poor, that overuse of our planet’s resources in order to rebuild infrastructure and homes demolished by war,
there’s still those prepared to stand and die for what they rightly believe in, those whose selflessness steps aside so that others can win, those who tend the sick, whisper a prayer, or needed groceries bring, that hint of Summer that comes with Spring, those who take on the bullying giants of this world who think they’re beyond reach, those who peace, harmony, human rights, free speech and democracy fight for and preach, those who lay their lives down so that others may live, those who though short themselves, still generously share and give, those who wouldn’t think to wound or kill, or inflict any ill, those who humanitarian services are involved in, those who sow seeds of kindness, and who via love, hearts and minds seek to win (for that’s where change is needed, and where changes begin), those songs that we love to sing, and there’s still romance in the air, and those wedding bells that ring,
and hence that beauty midst the darkness, that candle in the wind, so to speak, given certain forces are threatening to blow it out, and that ill ends seek, but  beauty holding its ground, and why it’s still found, though only in loving hearts and minds, that natural beauty of Earth that one still finds, hence that light that’s still glowing, that goodness that’s still flowing, evil having had too much say, selfishness having got in the way, but not having infected nor captured those loving hearts and minds, which one still finds —
yes, that beauty midst the darkness that’s found in both nature and Nature.

By Lance Landall





Little Flower

How do you keep smiling, little flower? — midst all those weeds I see,
Which threaten to choke you out, competing for the same territory,
And which hardly smile like you, except for that fake attempt of theirs,
Via those yellow and white thistles that hardly get the same stares,
And no wonder, given all their bother, and their prickliness too,
Which hardly engenders admiration, little flower, like you,
And given your courageous stand, they just choking and smothering,
Rather than allocating thoughtful space and kindly mothering,
But such not their thoughtless way, and they hardly pictures of beauty,
Like those pleasant petals of yours, all spritely and on duty,
Full of appeal, yet jealously encroached upon, as if to say,
“Get out the way,” when they’re the intruders, at the end of the day,
And all why I'm asking, how do you keep smiling, little flower? —
Midst all the ugliness and meanness, day after day, and hour,
Which means all the world to us, because you’re an inspiration,
A wonderful, colourful, uplifting and stoic creation.

By Lance Landall





No Greater Beauty

There’s no greater beauty than that of a loving soul,
Whose kind way is like that of the needle to the pole,
Whose heart and mind are sound, free of malice and cruelty,
And how midst the darkness they reveal the heavenly,
Reveal no greater beauty, thought and care their hallmark,
And thus they just like a glowing candle in the dark,
A blessing wherever they are, wherever they go,
Because the very best of humanity they show.

By Lance Landall

Streaky Little Trickling Tear

Streaky little trickling tear,
Please tell me why you are there,
Given its so sad to see,
Caused by pain that shouldn’t be,
Hence that deep concern I feel,
And why I wish I could heal,
For such is too often seen,
This old world so cruel and mean,
And hence why I’m reaching out,
My belief in love devout,
And more care there needs to be,
Hence my heartfelt sympathy,
So please, tell me why you’re there,
Streaky little trickling tear,
So I too, your pain may bear,
And some hope and comfort share.

By Lance Landall

Nighttime Goings-On

I slowly eased myself out of bed, edged my way down the hallway,
Being careful not to make a sound, and midst the moonlight’s ray.
My senses on high alert, minding things in the way,
A little more light coming from the room where the answer lay.
My quest a personal mission, a need I had to fulfil,
The other occupants snoring, the air outside warm and still.
I knew I was taking a risk, but I just couldn’t hold back,
Aware if caught there’d be a right commotion, serious flack.
I then entering that room, aware of the next step I’d take,
And there it was, beauty midst the darkness, a cream-topped piece of cake.

By Lance Landall

A Little Seed

Little seed — oh, how you must struggle and toil,
Pushing your way through the darkness of the soil,
And it taking time, hence you not seen nor heard,
Even endangered by any pecking bird,
Or maybe a kitten, busy hedgehog too,
Digging or scratching so near or above you,
But there you are in that darkness that's below,
Until with a surge and one final last shove,
You emerge into the bright sunlight above,
Thus springing from that darkness you've left below,
A botanical beauty that's now on show,
You only having needed some time to grow,
A little seed, once in that darkness below.

By Lance Landall

Otherwise Known As LOVE

The burdens some carry they carry alone,
Lip service and platitudes much like a stone,
And so they suffer, though in need of a friend,
Someone who’ll last the distance and kindly tend,
Not just there for a while, but many a day,
Knowing when to speak, or nothing at all say,
But just being there, showing it with their eyes,
Feeling it with their heart, sending inner cries,
Displaying compassionate affection, which
Can act like a soothing balm, or needed stitch,
Holding them together, showing thought and care,
Otherwise known as LOVE, which we’re meant to share,
And knowing same burden could come our way too,
And how would we feel if the same we went through?

By Lance Landall





The Path Of A Loving Hero

Dear concerned one, aware of the burdens of others,
That cruel suffering of fellow sisters and brothers,
Which has you really feeling for them, thinking of them,
And why the cruelty of many you strongly condemn,
And despite coming under attack yourself, dear me,
’Cause you’ve a right to be outraged, angry at evil,
Those callous words and acts, or that warmongering ill,
And the latter being where the innocent they kill,
And via such, their bloody cup of iniquity fill,
But whatever the ill or evil may be, you stand,
Speak, act, on behalf of those struck by cruelty’s cold hand,
Knowing you could be next, and that ill is not love,
Hence your warm heart, even your justice wearing a glove,
Knowing outrage should be restrained, lest you yourself err,
Forfeiting the moral high ground, which but you will slur,
And why you’ve chosen the path of a loving hero,
Kindness and compassion your way, for one thing you know,
We’re either a friend of humanity or a foe,
And you a friend of your fellow sisters and brothers,
All why you’re always looking out for others,
So may blessings follow you, and a protective hand,
For love is your banner, great and selfless is your stand.

By Lance Landall

Moonlight Serenade

The shadowy figure made his way in the night, the only observers being alley cats and the moonlight, and hence that almost ghost-like appearance, and he receiving no interference, all being in their cosy beds and fast asleep, thus his stealth giving no one reason to peep.
His gloved hand held a leather case, a woolly scarf partially covered his face, and he walked at a somewhat urgent pace, only the odd lamplight giving him away, he making his silent yet hurried way, a slight breeze teasing his tawny hair, and a little coolness in the air.
He turned down another street, sometimes glancing behind him, he very nimble on his feet, quick of limb, and on a mission, obviously, something of a secret nature, seemingly.
He stopped at number twenty eight, quietly opened the old rusty gate, and made his way towards the door from which someone peered expectantly, and rather excitedly.
He entered the dwelling, case in hand, all as planned, and there in the quiet of the night, and romantically defused light, and in the presence of she who he'd come to see, he clicked open the case, delight all over her face, for there, copies of original songs, metamorphosed into reality:
I’ve Got A Girl In Kalamazoo.
In The Still Of The Night.
In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning.
In The Misty Moonlight.
In The Mood.
Tea For Two.
Lollipops And Roses.
A String Of Pearls.
Dancing In The Dark.
I Get A Kick Out Of You.
It Had To Be You.
Just The Way You Are.
I Only Have Eyes For You.
Can't Help Falling In Love.
Love Me Tender.
A Fine Romance.
At Last.
Unforgettable.
Yes, beauty midst the darkness, and might there be a part two?

By Lance Landall

A dull looking book may contain a great story.
A rough exterior may hide a gentle heart.
A stray dog may make a loyal friend.
A rundown house may house beautiful people.
An unattractive person may have a loving soul.
An unassuming website may contain a wealth of information.
A bad start may have a good ending.
A change of plans may result in a saved life.
A loss of something may result in a greater gain.
An unfortunate clash may lead to a better understanding.
A forced redundancy may result in a better job.

Handkerchief

Hanky, Hanky, officially known as "Handkerchief,"
Your handiness not just for noses, but there midst grief,
Dabbing at moistening eyes, or wiping tears away,
And then there’s that sweat it dabs on a hot Summer’s day
Or those glasses that it cleans, that make-up it wipes too,
And even that nose it covers when smells upset you,
Or me, and that cut it’s held against, no plaster in view,
And thus you such a handy thing, and lest I forget,
I've seen things wrapped in you, like a kind of safety net,
Oh, how very handy you are, and yet tucked away,
Humbly unassuming, but at the ready each day,
Not a kerchief, nor a bandana, but "Handkerchief,"
And your real necessity, more than just my belief.

By Lance Landall

The Valley Of Beauty

Have you been to the valley of beauty where one sees,
flowers of forgiveness,
shrubs of patience,
trees of integrity,
fields of hopefulness,
ponds of tolerance,
lakes of honesty,
wetlands of respectfulness,
streams of loving concern,
rivers of openness,
banks of courageousness,
bridges of reconciliation,
paths of gratitude,
lanes of goodness,
gorges of humbleness,
waterfalls of affection,
taverns of cheerfulness,
shops of charity,
markets of generosity,
homes of friendliness,
schools of wisdom,
chapels of truth,
mills of creativity,
wells of open-mindedness,
playgrounds of humour,
lawns of tenderness,
gardens of fairness,
fences of prudence,
gates of mercy,
lampposts of loyalty,
railways of courtesy,
tractors of perseverance,
ploughs of kindness,
haystacks of positivity,
crops of compassion,
orchards of humbleness,
farms of conscientiousness,
barns of empathy,
Signposts of right and wrong?
In other words, character beauty.

By Lance Landall

A Light

Truth is beauty midst the darkness, a light,
Which certain people want hidden from sight,
But truth needing to be out in the open,
Lest the deviousness of falsehood win,
And via its lying, lead people astray,
Which into the hands of evil will play,
And why we need to check what people say,
And even what we see with our own eyes,
Lest deception catch us by surprise,
Because what appears so, may not be so,
All why due prudence and thought we should show,
Lest we help bury truth, thus guilty too,
Because it’s all about facts, not ones view,
Hence why we should have a love for truth, and
Thus on the side of right be seen to stand
(Beacons truth can shine from), showing the way,
Thus guiding well and not leading astray,
Truth always the truth, recognised or not,
Denied or not, which discernment can spot,
Yes, that beauty midst the darkness, a light,
One revealing what’s true, sound, good and right,
And conversely, what’s not true, sound, good or right.

By Lance Landall

The Visitor

Sweet Treat

Don't Court Nor Flirt With

Life is short, so why do many make it shorter,
’Cause when it comes to folly, they love to court her,
And even flirting with her life-risking daughter,
Whose foolish mother, everything has taught her,
And yet, still around her, they unwisely loiter,
Thus mother and child each having their supporter,
Rather than a wised-up whistleblowing reporter,
And thus how many are like lambs to the slaughter,
Or simply getting themselves into hot water,
When with neither of them, they should have no quarter,
And why their lives are inevitably shorter,
When listen more to wisdom and sense, they oughter,
Because folly is a proverbial thwarter,
Whose bag of ill always seeks another porter
Who’ll lug that bag with its ready-to-fire mortar.

By Lance Landall

We Don't Want No Part In Wars

A Lounge Lounger's Hi-Fi Dreams

It’s quiet, except for the enjoyable music playing,
My eyelids shut, and my mind pleasantly straying,
Thus images of this and that, various themes,
Or in other words, a lounge lounger’s Hi-Fi dreams.
Yes, the lights almost off, music softly playing,
I thus lost in time — if you know what I’m saying —
In a world of my own, so don’t disturb me,
That beauty midst the darkness that I hear and see.

By Lance Landall





Love-all

“No hugs,” they stated, and with that I then grabbed my jersey and gear,
Unable to understand how they could be so jolly unfair.
“No hugs” saying it all to me, so I hit the road out of town,
And all they could do was stare as I pushed the accelerator down.
“No hugs,” huh — well, that was certainly never what I was taught,
So I didn’t stick around, was off to find another tennis court.

By Lance Landall





Candle, Candle

A candle’s such a handy thing, providing of course
One has a box of matches, ’cause a light needs a source
In order for it to shine midst that darkness we find
When a power cut intervenes and we’re walking blind
Bumping this and that as our way we attempt to find
Searching for that candle midst some voice that says, "Oh mind!”

By Lance Landall

Love everyone.
Harm no one.
Do what's good and right.
Enjoy what's wholesome and uplifting.
Seek truth and wisdom.
Apply commonsense.
Live in peace and harmony.
Respect the rights of others.
Tend the needy.
Stand up for the defenseless and oppressed.
Show kindness and thought.
Harm neither the planet nor its creatures.
Be honest, just, impartial and humane.
Live prudently, humbly and simply.
Let all have their say.
Be conscientious, punctual and trustworthy.
Be generous and charitable.

Time To Grow

Every day I grow more, you know,
And hence why I’m changing as I go,
And hence that much improved later me,
And hence why what you once thought of me,
May very well not be the same me,
So mind what you think and say of me,
Lest I'm a very different me,
Someone that now, you really don’t know,
So let's give others that time to grow.

By Lance Landall

On one side:
Damaged wings,
Sad hearts,
Anxious minds,
Pleading lips,
And on the other:
Straying feet,
Callous hands,
Lying eyes,
Dark souls,
And in the middle:
Open arms,
Supportive shoulders,
Honourable backs,
And a wrist held gavel.

Brave Little Face

Oh, brave little face, smiling midst the pain,
Just like sun peeping through the clouds and rain,
Gallant under fire, but in need all the same,
Trying to make it home, as it were, though lame,
Yet so desiring of a thoughtful hand,
That someone who same pain can understand,
A fellow traveller on their way too,
Aware of what many have to go through,
And so, brave little face, so sad of heart,
Yet having mastered that concealing art,
I wish you well, and pray that you will find
Relief or an end to that tortured mind,
Or that hurting heart, of which there’re many,
When the truth is, there shouldn’t be any,
But life being life, so we do our best,
’Till that time when free of all ills, we rest.

By Lance Landall

Be nothing but you.
Spread nothing but love.
Show nothing but care.
Sow nothing but kindness.
Shout nothing but praise.
Love nothing but people.
Crave nothing but goodness.
Do nothing but right.
Prize nothing but truth.
Talk nothing but sense.
Court nothing but wisdom.
Say nothing but good.
Share nothing but joy.
Leave nothing but hope.
Give nothing but help.
Seek nothing but peace.
Add nothing but value.
Praise nothing but worth.
Take nothing but yours.
Chase nothing but humbleness.
Display nothing but honesty.
Buy nothing but soundness.
Choose nothing but wellness.

Standard poem.

A Battler And Not A Coper

Are you a battler, and not a coper? — and hence your battle,
Finding it so hard to cope in this old world of pain and ill.
Well, you’re not alone, though we really needing to learn to cope,
Which is truly helped wherever there’s encouragement and hope.

And so, battle on you do, doing your best to struggle on,
And good on you, for that’s courageous, more so when set upon;
And by that I mean, when ridiculed in some unfeeling way,
Ignorance always short on understanding, it’s sad to say.

At least you’re battling, friend, some not battling at all, and therefore,
There’s still every chance that you’ll finally reach that other shore.
It not an easy world to cope in, and so, just do your best,
Trying to help others as well, and that way, you’ll be more blessed.

By Lance Landall





Christian content or degree.

Some Hugs Make You Cry

She was only a child, sweet and mild,
Who melted hearts whenever she smiled.
“Jesus loves you,” she stated confidently.
“So they say,” he replied, low in spirit — very discouraged, actually.
“Would you like me to show you?” she asked, confidently.
“If you want to,” he replied, unconvincingly.
And she opened her arms and gave him a hug.
Oh, what a hug!
“Did I show you?” she asked, given that he seemed a hard nut to crack.
“You sure did,” he replied again, but midst tears he couldn’t hold back.
“So why are you crying?” she questioned in reply.
And all he could say was, “Some hugs make you cry.”

By Lance Landall

Standard poem.
Christian content or degree.

A God Of Love

Where Darkness Mars The Beauty Of Christianity

Why is such a beautiful thing like Christianity, which is all about God’s great love for humanity, living rightly, displaying integrity, same love for humanity, plagued by darkness: Charlatans, hypocrisy, and even heresy?
Well, there’s a number of things here, things that I need to make very clear, because many are being put off Christianity, tragically, when God has sought to save and restore fallen humanity, and hence His death on a cross on a hill called Calvary, which has provided a way out for humanity, and all why these things that are marring Christianity, need addressing, and why of their terrible wrong I’m confessing.
The truth is, that charlatans abound in this world that we live in, and so, there are those who hide behind the title of Christian, fleecing the flock, leading astray, or trying to avoid some sort of detection, and why much done in the name of God needs serious inspection, and consequent correction.
But to recognise Charlatans, false teachers and hypocrites, one needs to know the Bible, truly know the Bible, and whether what’s being said and done fits, thus questioning, challenging, checking and observing, “For by their fruits you’ll know them,” we’re told, but here’s the problem, how many know the Bible, even within the Christian fold, many simply accepting what their pastor, leader, or other has stated, the latter one reason how that plaguing of Christianity has been created, and by both false and errant teachers, including many preachers; not to mention those once a year church attendees, or part-time attendees, who the very Author of the Bible and Head of the Church, hardly please, for how much of a Christian are they, at the end of the day? — not having much time for their Saviour, some would say.
And then there’s those outright hypocrites, who’re not truly converted, all how their witness becomes perverted, and also by those who seek to introduce what they shouldn’t, and if they truly knew Scripture, wouldn't, given God has His standards come worship, say, and all why a church is set apart, and lest it badly stray, thus hardly different from the worldly, and thus more reflective of fallen humanity, rather than the spiritual, reverent, dedicated, God-focused and Holy, and thus God offended, because worship must be rightly rendered.
And once again, there are those Christians who wrongly back some war, ignoring, misunderstanding, or misinterpreting the Bible, or some prophecy, and thus cruel, what’s more, if rejoicing in some supposed Armageddon where thousands die, which is nothing but a lie, and when Christians are told to love all, and to live in peace and harmony, thus gone any racist or bigoted wall; and the date of Christ’s return being His call.
And then there’s politics, that seeking after power (or some ivory tower), whereby both Christians and Christianity are corrupted, and how persecution has erupted, that Church and State scenario, from which, much blood has been seen to flow, and why Christians are only to influence and not enforce, the latter not their course, but rather, the things of Heaven, that lofty realm above, and why they’re told to love, and to emulate Jesus, who sorely seeks that loving change in us, wrought by the Holy Spirit who was sent by Jesus; and the Holy Spirit being the third member of the Godhead, the Trinity, just like the Bible has said.
Now back to the God of love, Divine love, full of tender care, compassion, mercy and grace, and hence why He took our place, paid the price that we deserved, love unreserved, a righteous, Holy God that Christians should think, speak and act like, thus looking like.
But as I’ve mentioned here, and rather than having healthy fear (respect, I should mention here), many Christians have badly strayed, hardly obeyed, rebellion still having its hold, and why within the Christian fold, they cause such a lot of injury, just like those into zealotry, their witness contrary, sadly, onlookers turning away, thus spurning the only way, whereby, one receives eternity, that bloodied cross of Calvary — oh yes, that “Amazing grace that saved a wretch like me.”
And then there’s that ignorance or misunderstanding again, the bane of men, for much in the Old Testament being to do with ancient Israel, not Christianity, like those wars that also plagued ancient history, thus Christ having ushered in a whole new order of things, known Christian things, like love your enemy, and hence that beginning of Christianity, much of the old departing, a new area starting, but still that sad confusing of things, which the heart of Christ simply stings.
That ancient theocracy long gone, never to return, given that they didn’t learn (Matt 21:43; 22:2-7; Dan 9:24), enter the Christian Church, but then that same old lurch, those things I’ve mentioned here, despite God’s Word having made things clear, and despite Christians having the benefit of biblical history, dear me.
And that’s the problem, Christians now erring from God’s Word, warned about wolves yet becoming wolves, the situation absolutely absurd, and hence the likes of that Christian nationalism (heretical rationalism), where what they want is different to how and what they’re told to live, and hence God’s coming sieve, for only the genuine Christian will be covered by God’s grace, gone any rebellious trace, and why one can tell a Christian by their “fruits,” because gone should be any selfish, destructive, deceptive, prideful, lawless, uncaring roots, love to be first and foremost in everything, thus no soiled boots.
And lastly, there’s that fallen angel, Lucifer, now a devil, and thus who's now called Satan, who hates God, and who badly tries to paint God, and who’s also behind those Charlatans, false teachers and hypocrites, and those damming hits — in other words, whatever makes Christianity look bad; and how sad, when Christians do Satan's dirty work for him, either via their slack, liberal or zealot type state, or their ignorant state, which shouldn’t be, and wouldn’t be, if they were committed, and deep studiers of God's Word, not just going by what they’ve heard, for after all, many a leader has misled, wrongly fed.
And so, Satan works via mockery, infiltration, corruption, heresy, hypocrites, the ignorant, deluded and ambitious, and even the scary, the latter being that errant  “God will zap you” theology, or that eternal hell-fire heresy, the latter having crept into the Church, and hence that pagan lurch, the Bible often talking figuratively or metaphorically, and hence that need of serious research, open minds and open hearts, lest God, Christians besmirch.
Yes, the Bible speaking of two unquenchable fires that once befell Jerusalem (Jeremiah 17:27), but are they still burning?...."ahem."
And thus the right construction: The permanent, irreversible result of their [those who reject Christ] destruction (having continued to rebel, further their ill), thus devoured (Rev 20:9) and not empowered.
If Christ is so horrible, why did he suffer such rejection and ill, why does He bear long with those who reject His will, or who behave badly still?
Well, it’s clear He isn’t horrible, He wanting to save, not kill, He full of love, compassion and mercy, and is offering us a Paradise for all eternity, a place of perfect peace and harmony, where every ill will be gone, and why every ill needs to exit us too, even when set upon, and why we’ll be good to those who hurt us, just like Jesus, if we’re true Christians, grateful for forgiven sins, and thus responding thankfully, walking faithfully, true witnesses, full of kindness and charity, gone rebellion, alias lies, deceit, spitefulness, selfishness and cruelty.
Yes, Christianity’s a beautiful thing, and a hope-filled thing,
all about a Saviour who's also a glorious, noble, creator and King;
all about a coming rescue (Christ's return, with a new life ahead) — the saved who're still alive rising up into the sky, and the resurrecting of the saved who happen to be dead (1Thess 4:13-18), who also rise up into the sky, all taken together (Hebrews 11:39,40) — enter joy and happiness (in other words, blissfulness);
all about love, goodness, wholesomeness, truth, integrity, humaneness, forgiveness, selflessness, humbleness, honesty, accountability, positivity.....;
all about order, lawfulness, justice, transparency, restoration, rightdoing, etiquette, loveliness, peace and harmony....;
all about standing up for, and looking out for, the suffering, poverty stricken, oppressed, persecuted, wrongly accused.....and why mistreatment and violence cannot and will not be excused, but must face that justified coming day of reckoning, and hence why Christ in love is beckoning, “Follow Me,” for why forfeit eternity, if living in darkness currently, and when you can experience that heavenly beauty midst the darkness, even now, and in fact, help to lessen any darkness? — and that's done, by reflecting the light of Heaven's beauty, emulating the Son, the Christian's duty.

By Lance Landall

PEOPLE WHO TRULY LOVE HAVE A HIGH REGARD FOR LAW, BECAUSE LAW PROTECTS, AND THIS BEING WHY THE GOD OF LOVE HAS HIS LAW;
JUSTICE BEING PART OF HIS NATURE, AND THOSE WHO TRULY LOVE HAVING THE SAME NATURE; IN OTHER WORDS, THEY'RE ALSO LOVING, LAW-ABIDING AND JUST.