Looking In Christ's Mirror

2.  Looking In Christ's Mirror

Were we to look in Christ’s mirror, a very different reflection we would see,
One so unlike that image in our mirror, that beholds fallen humanity.
And we, far too used to that sad image, a makeover well and truly due,
And hence our great need of daily looking in Christ’s mirror, with its heavenly hue.

No, the Gospel isn’t just about grace, but Christ-like-ness, becoming like Jesus,
So that when we look in His mirror, we will also see a reflection of us.
A real change having taken place, we having beheld our heavenly example,
And that we have beheld such, taken that time, others will soon be able to tell.

Yes, we having spent less time looking in our mirror, 'cause little good it does us,
Change only occurring when our eyes are kept firmly fixed upon our Lord Jesus.
And we desiring that change too, the Spirit illuminating, shedding more light,
That we may behold our Holy, righteous Saviour, that pure image, both day and night.

By Lance Landall

3.  As With The Parable Of The Talents

It’s sad how some accept God’s grace and seem to concern themselves no further, and
Thereby offending the Spirit who seeks to change, but in which we have a hand.
And by that I mean, we wanting and seeking such, surrendering, so that we
Can become more Christ-like — God’s intention — and why obedient we should be.

The Spirit’s unable to work in hearts that are still acting rebelliously
(Contrary to what every Christian should know), thus acting ungratefully.
Rebellion having brought about the fall of man, hence that repentance needed,
That proof of our realisation and desire to change, God having succeeded.

Thus others noticing that change, which won’t occur if we just leave things at grace,
And why the Spirit is needed in order to bring about that Christ-like face.
God not wanting us to wait ’till we get to Heaven to change, but to start here.
That the world might see that change that testifies of Him, and makes one’s intent clear.

All why we’ll know them by their fruits — word and behaviour, that is — and this all why
There needs to be that change, and whereby God and not the devil we magnify.
In other words, we’re meant to mirror Christ, which we won’t if not committed so,
For though it’s grace alone that saves, such is just the start, because we’re meant to glow.

Yes, as with the parable of the talents, we’re not to sit on God’s grace too,
Burying it in the form of the old creature, rather than living anew.
Thus sanctification — the beginning of that process — starting here and now,
And why in willing service and dedication, we ’neath Calvary’s cross bow.

By Lance Landall


"For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to all people. It teaches us to say “No” to
ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age,
while we wait for the blessed hope—the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ,
who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are
his very own, eager to do what is good"
(Titus 2:11-14, NIV).

"Pursue peace with all men, and the sanctification without which no one will see the Lord" (Heb 12:14, NASB).

“For if we go on sinning willfully after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains
a sacrifice for sins [we won't be covered by God’s grace], but a terrifying expectation of judgment...”
(Heb 10:26, 27, NASB).

4.  Moral Beauty

Looks wise, Christ was someone you’d pass in the street and think no more of, and hence why
It was His inner beauty that drew people, of which the Scriptures testify.
Yes, a moral beauty that even His enemies acknowledged, and which we
Should seek the Spirit for, and thus our characters reflecting the same beauty.

And so, Christ never stood out in a crowd, all why Judas chose to kiss Him, and
Then said, “That’s the man there,” those ready to arrest Jesus being close at hand.
Thus Christ looking just like any other Hebrew, and so what’s with the long hair?
Christ no Nazarite, such but artistic licence, hardly acceptable here.

No, it all about Christ’s inner beauty, good looks but the cause of errant pride,
And such not what God wanted people drawn to, and so it is with His bride.
Christians not turning heads but moving hearts, known for their moral beauty, and
Thus God receiving the glory, not man, whose beauty fades, and is built on sand.

By Lance Landall


"For he grew up before him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry ground; he had no
form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him"
(Isaiah 53:2, ESV).

5.  MIND!

Yes, there’s someone who doesn’t want us reflecting Christ, that very same beauty
That’s only found in those in whom the Spirit dwells, who they've embraced willingly.
Such Christians truly witnessing — that drawing power — which Satan hates to see,
All why he wants us reflecting him, and thus beauty exchanged for the ugly.

Oh yes, Satan wants our countenance creased via scowls, frowns, sneers, anger and worry,
All why when it comes to distorting the image of Christ, he’s in a hurry.
You see, the greater the beauty, the greater the glory that Jesus will get,
Which the one who spoils, mars and dirties doesn’t want, and why on us his sight is set.

All why we need to be on our guard, because just one slip, and he’ll be right in,
And faster than a robber’s dog, and behind his actions, a devilish grin.
Yes, he hating that gifted white robe, and wanting it torn right off us, so MIND!
Christ-likeness infuriating him, those fruits of the Spirit heavenly signed.

By Lance Landall

6.  Cracked, Stained And Foggy

He moves about the stage, sweat laden, his shirt open, and midst his hairy chest
A suspended cross, a hollow statement, thus nothing but a symbol at best.
Yes, it meaning nothing, even blasphemous, his life but an effrontery,
It hardly reflecting righteousness, his gaping shirt but sexuality.

The whole scene anything but holy, the lyrics worldly, the beat loin stirring,
Mocking that crucifix, Calvary condemning the immoral, such erring.
Yes, Christ having intended that sex remain behind marital closed doors, and
That Christians model purity in every sense, and lest guilty they stand.

Oh yes, because how dare they, that cross not to be found where there’s hypocrisy,
Such carnal excitement, such bodily expressions, rebellious self glory.
That cross near and yet far from his heart, love for God revealed in obedience,
That grateful walking in harmony with His will, and why angels watching wince.

Thus he far from saved, it but the double life of the double-dipping Christian,
One far from a mirror image, unless we’re talking Satan, and which shouts, “Sin!”
Christ not having a bar of such, and His Word having made such clear, but sadly,
Too many having a mirror of their own, one that’s cracked, stained and foggy.

By Lance Landall

7.  HIM

Dear heavenly Father, the one thing that we need is a deep passion for You,
One that eclipses everything else, thus our greatest loved one being You.
And that like a precious old hymn goes, that the things of Earth may grow strangely dim,
And thus our life conveying that it’s not about us, nor this or that, but HIM.

Yes, You, Father, and the second thing we need is a pure heart, and that thereby,
And like it says in Your Word, no guile was found in them, no deception, no lie.
Oh yes, we to be honest and true, no shade of grey, but transparent and sound,
That others may recognise You in us, and that Your love in us, may abound.

So may it be, Father, and as I plead, the Spirit forever within me,
So that everything I say and do will point in the direction of Thee.
You my passion, Father, my heart renewed, nothing in the way, the glory Yours,
A relationship like no other, a mirror image, thus I truly Yours.

By Lance Landall

8.  Made For God's Pleasure

We were made for God’s pleasure, just like we make things for our pleasure, and therefore,
All we say and do should be pleasing to Him; and how we open Heaven’s door.
Self, rebellion, sin having disappointed God, like something that we made too
That didn’t please us like we’d hoped, and why we possibly turned to something new.

And so, when we do what doesn’t please God, we ignore our purpose, God’s pleasure,
And why the things of Heaven and not the things of this world we’re taught to treasure.
God not pleased with what jiggers or interferes with our godly operating,
And why only with what tugs God’s heartstrings we’re meant to be co-operating.

And come worship it’s the same, not about what we’d like, but what God wants to see,
Or hear, and why nothing of self should corrupt any earthly sanctuary.
That “I” or “Me” where ill begins, we not to be usurpers of God’s glory,
Neither in or out of church, lest we repeat that sad Edenic story.

By Lance Landall


"Deep within the heart of every person is an insatiable longing to know this purpose of life,
which I contend, is indication of the residue of memory prior to the Fall in the Garden of Eden."
"The Purpose of Man," by A.W. Tozer

9.  Unless We're Broken, We Can't Be Mended

Oh yes, pitiful we are, but do we realise it, too long in filthy rags,
Christ’s holy, righteous robe of grace our only hope, not Satan’s designer tags.
No, his prideful attire’s too full of self, and those garments of our own making,
And why the crucified life, that needed full surrender, too long is taking.

All why unless we’re broken, we can’t be mended, thus remaining paralysed,
Going nowhere, acknowledging God, but not knowing God, yet such not realised.
Self needing to be crucified, broken on the Rock, its ugliness exposed,
Our need of divine surgery, that the usurper within may be deposed.

Yes, unless we’re broken, we can’t be mended, self not allowed an ounce of respect,
Only God to be honoured, thus we free of any rebellious disconnect.
It all or nothing with God, we utterly dependant and committed so,
Mended, fit for the purpose, so that in our walk, who’s Lord of our life may show.

By Lance Landall


The toughest foe that we will ever fight is our self.


"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live
in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." (Gal 2:20, ESV).

"We know that our old self was crucified with Him in order that the body of sin might be brought to
nothing, so that we would no longer be enslaved to sin." (Rom 6:6, ESV).

10.  Yearning, Burning

God’s Word tells us that we were created for His pleasure, hence why day by day
We should be seeking to fulfil that pleasure by pleasing Him in every way.
And this includes our worship, not an ounce of self to be found there, and why we
Must worship Him in spirit and truth, from the heart and in all sincerity.

Otherwise our worship will be unacceptable to Him, and why also
It mustn’t be tainted by the unheavenly, errant things on Earth below.
After all, we’re worshiping God Almighty, He perfect, righteous and Holy,
And we fallen, and our pleasure seeking having corrupted humanity.

So just as we should seek to please our spouse, we should seek to please God, although He
Coming highest in our affections, because that’s how He intended things be.
And rightly so, He our creator, and we made for Him, who wants us to show
That same selfless seeking to please come our spouse, and how more happiness we’ll know.

Yes, happy wife, happy life, it’s said, and so it is when we put God first too,
Though first and foremost, I must add, before and above all, thus faithful and true.
All why we thank, praise and serve Him, willingly and happily, and because we
Wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for Him, wouldn’t be saved but for Calvary.

All why God wants to see passion in that relationship that we have with Him,
Though it not a feelings based thing, but a true and sound connection, full to the brim.
Yes, it built on His sound Word, and it an every moment relationship,
Not a once a day or week thing, our very living and breathing but worship.

Oh yes, He our everything, our hope, desire and soul, Abba Father,
Others choosing the world and its master, but as for us, God we would rather.
Yes, totally so, His bidding our pleasure, a peace and joy like no other,
Because blessed assurance! There’s that righteous robe of grace that’s seen to cover.

Oh, what more could we want, Paradise on the horizon, and dare we dally,
Because imagine the loss, and why behind His flag and banner all should rally.
Yes, Jesus, precious Jesus, You gave Your all, and so must we, thus unashamed,
Living the Gospel of Jesus Christ, yearning, burning, thus Christian truly named.

By Lance Landall


"Praise should outweigh petition, and our prayers should be heavily laden with thanksgiving."
Joyce Meyers

11.  The Refiner's Fire

God’s purpose in our lives, and given this fallen, sin sick world we’re holed up in,
Is to bring us to a point of absolute Christ-likeness. Enter the true Christian.
All why we need the Refiner's Fire, and more than anything, ’cause self dies hard,
Very hard — there to be no charade — and all how we can be left battle-scarred.

And so, right now, we’re in a training camp, one might say, and not a ski resort,
Nor on some idyllic tropical island, a battle needing to be fought.
It not about getting to Heaven, but becoming more like Christ, our great need,
And realised more the closer we draw to Him, and on His Word heartily feed.

By Lance Landall

12.  L.O.V.E

God is the source of love — in fact, He’s love itself, love that is pure, right and true,
It’s letters L.O.V.E. flashing like a neon sign, bright and in full view.
Yes, every letter working, no letter having blown tubes or bulbs, and
So it’s meant to be in our lives too, that all may see that glowing Jesus brand.

Oh yes, FLASH, flash, FLASH, flash, night and day, anywhere, everywhere, “HERE’S JESUS!”
’Cause that’s what L.O.V.E shouts, but only when Jesus is living in us.
That L.O.V.E appearing as if Him, as it should, ’cause God is love,
Yes, love itself, which we’re to reflect, that all may know the loving God above.

Yes, every letter in our life working too, FLASH, flash, FLASH, flash, constantly,
Lest others not see that encouraging sign, lest Jesus receive less glory.
We here to shine brightly too, not dimly, nor partially, and sad it would be
If not shining at all, ’cause L.O.V.E is the light that this world needs badly.

By Lance Landall

13.  Not Us, Lord, But You

Once we become a Christian, we live for Christ. In other words, for His glory,
Thus self left behind — yes, those chapters in that old once-upon-a-time story.
We using a different mirror too, the old one cracked, grubby and foggy,
Sin having made it so, but now we seeing clearly, and something heavenly.

A change having come about, a new image appearing, likeness to the Son,
One seen by observers who marvel at the transformation, that work begun.
They drawn to Christ now, not that devil look-alike, old usurper — and praise be!
The Creator seated on that throne now — and we, destined for eternity.

By Lance Landall

14.  The Closest Thing To Heaven Is You and I

The closest thing to Heaven is you and I, because we were made in God’s image, and
Hence that ability to chose which path, whether to build on the Rock or just sand,
For though power comes from above, the choice is ours, and Heaven either far or near,
Even a heartbeat away, and why upon our hearts God wrote and placed His Law there.

Yes, our response now willing rather than forced, His code our code, and His way our way,
We not only made in His image, but projecting that by what we think, do and say.
And therefore, we the closest thing to Heaven on Earth, an image of God above,
Who stated, “You will know them by their fruits,” and the greatest fruit of all being love.

And hence why where love is absent, or those other fruits, dark clouds soon block out the Son,
His image no longer seen except in human form, and it a distorted one,
Thus Heaven further away rather than closer, shadows hiding the Son-shine,
And our mere form unable to fulfil God’s desires, nor shout, “Jesus is mine!”

Hence why only what’s written upon our hearts can please our Father, reveal His Son,
Whose perfect example of obedience secured grace, and the victory won.
Hence those heavenly rays reflected via human prisms made in His image, and
That give rise to angelic choruses; angels knowing of that rescue planned.

Oh yes, we bearers of truth to the whole world, ambassadors on Earth, shafts of light,
Our radiance illuminating the way, and glowing just like the moon at night.
And we like those stars in the sky too, twinkling midst the darkness of sin, standing out,
We the closest thing to Heaven on Earth, that the will, ways and love of God may shout.

By Lance Landall

15.  For Thou Art The Potter

God’s the potter, we’re the clay, and thus it’s not for the clay to say, “Make me this way,”
Because that’s the potter’s prerogative, His creative hands having their say.
He working the clay this way or that way, making this pot or that pot, you see,
Though eventually, each pot sharing the same artistry and quality,

But only where the clay yields, or course, rather than it behaving stubbornly.

Hence why I’m reminded of that hymn, “Have Thine Own Way, Lord,” 'cause there lies success,
A beautiful object that the potter’s great skill and thought is seen to express.
He having moulded it for this purpose or that purpose, it shiny or plain,
But each one bearing the potter’s striking image, that more glory He might gain.

By Lance Landall

16.  That Divine Transformation

I kneel to pray, and then out it all comes — yes, everything about poor old me,
My personal upsets, hurts and wants, and therefore, I less concerned about Thee.
Or others, Lord — yes, I far too preoccupied with You taking care of me,
And why I’m in need of that same love that You showed for others at Calvary.

Oh, how You cast self aside, not that there’s an ounce of self within You, Lord, no,
Which Calvary showed and hollered to the world, and hence that grace that’s seen to flow.
Yes, we so undeserving, still thinking of ourselves and still clinging to sin,
And why our selfish sighs and groans must tire You, Lord, and cause old Satan to grin.

So please bring about that change that’s sorely needed, that change that only You can,
For we don’t have that ability, Lord — oh, the hopelessness of fallen man.
And hence that struggle we have, self-cum-sin tainting everything we say and do,
And why I plead for that Divine transformation, that I may be more like You.

And that’ll only happen if You soften my heart, Lord, remove that hard crust,
And while You’re at it, Lord, if You could deal with that sad rebellious wanderlust,
For it has given me so much grief, and hence that repetitious, “Please help me,”
Which has me thinking of myself again, when hadn’t I just witnessed poorly?

Yes, I licking my wounds, forgetful of how I had just shamed You, and as well,
Negatively impacted on others, who their side of the story could tell.
And why when I pray I don’t want it to be all about me now, but instead,
All about what You might do for others, Lord, sin and selfishness having fled,

And I more interested in You too, that selfless Saviour who suffered and bled.

By Lance Landall

17.  Dear Son Of Mine

If you want to know what kind of man to be, don’t look too hard at fallen me,
But our perfect example, Jesus, who showed both love and strength on Calvary.
On one hand tender, on the other strong — humble, yet confident, and hence why
It’s He you should dwell upon; and in order not to err, His Word abide by.

And that’s the kind of husband your wife wants to see too, a selfless, kindly man,
Who, when it comes to acting responsibly, protectively and wisely, can.
He able to express his emotions, but on the other hand, stout and true,
Yes, an affectionate, thoughtful, caring man, who also does what he has to.

All why Christ did what He had to, He thinking of us, and hence that cross He bore,
But though He bore such heroically, there was that other side that folk saw.
Christ weeping over Lazarus, even His cry, “Why have You forsaken Me?”
Which showed a God who has feelings too, but who saw it all though, acting manly.

“Look after My mother,” He said to John, and so should you too, all of her life,
Because how you treat your mother is most likely how you’ll also treat your wife.
Christ not failing on any points, and He not wanting you to fail on any,
The ways of men (when it comes to how they treat others) plaguing the lives of many.

Hence why women should make clear what they will or won’t accept before marrying,
Lest any poor beforehand traits lead to the future removing of that ring.
God having intended that men be men, and He setting a clear example,
He never wimpy, wishy-washy, nor rough, harsh, dishonest or unfaithful.

Christ was a balanced man, and still there’s no shadow of turning, He just the same,
Not leaning to the left or right, He free of guile, partiality or blame.
Someone who’s temperate (like you should be), His desires controlled, His heart pure,
A God of empathy, compassion and mercy, a role model sound and sure.

A God of His word, He not shy about saying “No,” standing up, speaking out,
He very mindful of the needy, He purposeful, committed and devout.
So, son, I’d dwell on Him, thinking, speaking and acting like Him, and you’ll be fine,
A noble man, one worthy of respect and position, a branch of the Vine.

Someone who doesn’t mess others about, someone who’s decisive, straight and clear,
Someone who others can rely on, a man who’s often seen to help and share.
A man resembling Christ, a friend to all, no taker of life, robber of joy,
Who, for the good of God and mankind, every ability will employ.

By Lance Landall

18.  An Extreme Makeover

I don’t know whether you’re like me, but I thoroughly enjoy those programmes on TV
Where upon returning home, a redecorated-cum-refurbished home some folk see.
Such having been done as a surprise, and needing to be, but those folk not able to,
Hence that thoughtful scheming of family and friends; such being their way of saying, “Thank you.”

Hence not only those more attractive rooms, but all those new chattels-cum-fittings as well,
All of which breathes new life into dowdy or dilapidated homes where such folk dwell.
Then there’re those old or neglected cars that get restored, or a makeover that delights,
And those transformed backyards or possessions that another loud squeal of delight invites.

Oh, how I enjoy seeing such transformations, and more so where folk are deserving,
But you know, there’s Someone else who very interestedly such scenes is observing.
And the reason why being, because He’s the master restorer, transformer, but of men;
In other words, fallen, broken earthly vessels, and those who need to be born again.

Yes, we who’ve been made in God’s image, but look at us now, we so marred and soiled by sin,
And may I suggest that many of us are simply kidding ourselves we’re a Christian.
Well, we may well be by profession, but when it comes to us reflecting our Saviour,
It’s quite another story, for look at our hypocrisy and worldly behaviour.

Thus on one side we’ve the master restorer, and on the other side our enemy,
He being into demolition, a thwarter of that restored image God so wants to see.
For oh, how Satan wants to remodel us into his image, and snatch us away,
He thus claiming us as his children, and we, making it easy for him when we stray.

And yes, it’s amazing how many Christians talk themselves out of truth, and thus are seen
To reject what they once rightly embraced, their itchy plugged ears needing a godly clean.
And why the Holy Spirit has trouble convincing them of their wrong, they not hearing,
And no wonder, they no longer seeking truth, far less committed and God-fearing.

Oh, how badly we need an extreme makeover, a godly transformation within,
Which in time will be apparent to all, and then, we worthy of being called a Christian.
For how can we represent God when we’re draped in satanic garb, and like fools, courting sin,
And why it’s us in need of a makeover, and yes, one that goes far deeper than skin.

By Lance Landall

19.  Mind Your Focus

If Christ said, “Here’s a house to live in, and a child I want you to mind for Me,
All until I return in five years,” what would He mostly be hoping to see?
Not how you’d looked after that house, but how you’d looked after that child, I would say,
’Cause looking after things more than looking after people isn’t Heaven’s way.

No, Christ having died for people, not things, the latter destroyed by moths and rust,
Not that one should be careless with things either, but people first being a must.
Yes, caretakers meant to be caretakers, but not at the expense of people,
Be they the unsaved or those with bowed heads and repentant hearts ’neath some steeple.

“Love one another,” Christ said, and added, “As I’ve loved you,” meaning selflessly,
And thus we displaying that same attitude that Christ displayed on Calvary.
Every child of His precious in His sight, and we charged with their daily care,
They not to be neglected, rejected, wounded, given any cause for fear.

Heaven all about love, less of it being one of the signs of the times, and
Caused by the hardening of hearts, which shows their unfitness for Heaven; they banned.
Yes, things having received more attention despite the moths and rust, God’s clear Word,
Bickering and harming abounding, when, “Love one another,” should still be heard.

Or to be more precise, should still be seen, and more so, we known for our love,
And thereby, truly reflecting the greatest lover of all, who reigns above.
Rules, morals, principles and standards having their place, but love first and foremost,
Lest via our idols or pharisaism we offend the heavenly host.

Too many of us are brash, wrongly fixated, earthly engrossed or “me” bound,
The devil roaring, having a field day, all why love and truth are losing ground.
Yes, our witness less true, our ability to attract lessened, hence why some
Turn to gimmicks and worldly ways, which though unholy, become the rule of thumb.

We focused on the house, not God’s child, thought and care for others secondary,
Except for the truly Christ-like among us whose love reflects that of Calvary.
Christ returning with His child in mind, though everything should be in order,
But not so when the narrow but loving way’s exchanged for the sad and broader.

By Lance Landall

20.  May It Be

Oh for revival and reformation in the home as much as the Church, parents oft on their knees,
They leading by example, ridding their lives of all that offends Christ, and that precious time can seize.
And midst drawing from the fountain of living waters, from which they daily quench their spiritual thirst,
They encouraging that same divine thirst in their children, both they and their children putting God first.

Oh for revival and reformation in the home, Christ the head, and holy angels surrounding,
A home where praise and thanks always rise, where heavenly melodies each member delights to sing.
A home where God's will is cheerfully sought — His Law enshrined — a home where both peace and harmony reign,
One where God's presence permeates each room, and where each member is loath to criticize or complain.

Such homes Christ longs to see, love its foundation, truth its roof, godly principles and standards its walls,
Heavenly light keeping at bay the powers of darkness, it withstanding demonic storms, squalls.
Yes, a home that’s a true and stable witness, its doors open wide, its occupants eager to serve,
A home where revival and reformation is a joy to behold, for there, God’s glory they preserve.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 12 November 2022.

21.  Drifting

Oh Lord, spare us from drifting, good intentions that come to naught, and that You must endlessly weary,
We always meaning to do this or that, but not, when we should have been doing such already.
It’s called procrastination, putting things off until when — yes, just talking, drifting, talking, drifting;
In other words, not doing much about it, and oh, when it comes to our sins, how we love to cling.

Yes, Lord, day after wasted day, we knowing but not doing, though meaning to, hoping to, some day,
And who knows when that day will come, perhaps too late for some, 'cause that is the risk we take when we play.
I guess we’re lazy, or is it that we’re undisciplined, though both seem pretty much the same to me,
And why we continue to drift, despite the urgency of the hour, and groggy with sin, sadly.

Too oft doing what we shouldn’t, and midst such, wandering aimlessly as if under the influence,
All of which is tied in with our worldliness, our time consuming selfishness, even affluence.
And so we drift, as if Your return is many years away, rather than being ready each day,
We forgetting that we’re Your ambassadors, our light barely visible, yet kneeling to pray:

“Fill me with the Spirit, Lord, empower me!” seeking some magic wand that will bypass lethargy,
And oh, how You must shake Your head, Lord, we hardly surrendered, our walk a charade, effectively.
Hence why I pray, "Spare us from drifting, Lord," 'cause drifters we shouldn’t be, bearing in mind Calvary,
And given that what's here on Earth pales into insignificance when compared with eternity.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 12 November 2022.

22.  Be Humble

Yes, be humble like our Saviour, don’t wear your Christianity pridefully,
Acting as if you’re better and more in the know than they, whoever they be.
For though you’ve become a child of the King, all are His children via creation,
And you just as fallen as they, so unworthy of any elevation.

To put it another way (and there are many ways that a Christian errs here),
Don’t be an in their face Bible basher who folk no doubt wish would disappear.
Someone who rejects a teaspoon in favour of emptying the whole salt pot,
Or whose lamp almost burns given that its oily wick is so fiery and hot.

And why I’d mind those bumper stickers too, lest it be you not live up to them,
Though I can’t imagine Christ using such, 'cause commercialism He’d condemn.
And all why I’d walk more humbly, 'cause non-believers can spot a hypocrite,
They well aware of how Christians should be behaving, what does and doesn’t fit.

Oh, how so many of us shame our Lord, we more like soldiers than disciples,
Only too quick to draw the sword like Peter, a mindset that one’s witness kills.
And why non-believers or other Christians are turned off and even angered,
They seeing anything but Christ-likeness midst being battered to death by God’s Word.

So by all means share your faith and concerns, inform and correct as God desires,
But remembering that there’s a time and place and way, lest it somehow backfires,
And as a result, God’s cause suffer, and you displease the One you never should,
That missing humbleness-cum-Christ-likeness defeating any potential good.

By Lance Landall


“ ‘Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth’ ” (Matt 5:5, NIV).

23.  Earnestly I Pray, Lord

Caring Father, who sees all, may I trouble You with my cares,
For there are things that grieve me, even have me close to tears.
Seems many fellow Christians aren’t displaying love they should,
Even though Your Word says, if they truly loved You, they would.

Seems some write people off, Lord, who don’t think or act like them,
And those who get things wrong, Lord, some rapidly condemn.
Others act indifferently, or don’t always keep their word,
And idol gossip from others far too regularly is heard.

I think it’s sad that not just I suffer, but others too,
At the hands of fellow Christians doing things they shouldn’t do.
It seems that it’s quite common amongst those who claim Your name,
Which I think is very sad, 'cause Christendom, such do shame.

I know I’m often guilty of behaving wrongly too,
But Lord, I’m deeply sorry, 'cause such behaviour’s not of You.
And I’m certainly mindful of the wrong that I have done,
But I know I’m forgiven via the blood of Your dear Son.

However, what concerns me is that some seem unaware
Of how wrongly they treat others, and some act like they don’t care.
Perhaps some think Your grace, Lord, will cover willful sinning,
When that is purely fiction that Satan's busy spinning.

The way we treat another determines Your response, Lord,
Regarding the decision that determines our reward.
Even the unlovable You’ve said we must treat well too;
In fact, that’s one way we prove we’re true followers of You.

Thus earnestly I pray, Lord, please help every Christian see
That when they mistreat others, they’re also mistreating Thee.
And help me deal with wrong, Lord, that fellow Christians do,
In a manner that reflects I’m truly emulating You.

By Lance Landall

24.  A Christian's Lament

Dear God above, I’m a follower of Thee, but mistreated by other followers, sadly,
Who sneer at my denomination — and because of that Church I attend, unkindly label me.
I thought that You called such bigotry, Father, and it certainly seems like bigotry to me,
'Cause when I share some of my beliefs that differ to their beliefs, they sometimes treat me poorly.

Even though I don’t agree with some of their beliefs, I don’t want to treat them as unkindly,
'Cause I know that via doing so I would greatly displease Thee, and thereby, as bad as them be.
And hence why I'm praying for strength, Father, and also that You'll help them to see differently,
'Cause if we’re all followers of You, isn’t that what matters most, not arguing doctrinally?

And why Christians of differing faiths should surely just beg to differ, but in a Christ-like way,
And meantime, amicably debate rather than argue or a cool indifference display.
And oh, what must non-believers think who see and hear what’s going down that really shouldn’t be?
As Christians being unkind and thoughtless to each other doesn't do much for Christianity.

If You let all follow their own conscience and what they’ve decided is right, surely we should too,
Respecting those conclusions that other Christians have drawn, and that differing path they pursue.
We all helping each other fight the good fight, lest any give up and foolishly turn from Thee,
'Cause we’ve a cunning adversary, who when we take our eyes off the ball, claims some victory.

Yes, it’s most ironic, Father, 'cause these Christians who treat me so, wax lyrical about love,
And yet, all because of my denomination, say or do this or that whilst You watch above.
Now that’s plain hypocrisy, Father, something that You strongly condemn, 'cause such isn’t of Thee,
But that old life we’re supposed to well and truly leave behind, given it’s far from heavenly.

By Lance Landall

25.  Longing

I’m longing for a Christian, Lord, who’s more than one by name,
Yes, one who truly is one, not just one who makes that claim.
No, I’m longing for a Christian who is one, through and through,
Not just one who thinks they are, but one who truly knows You.

I’m longing for a Christian who’ll accept me as I am,
One whose love is open-hearted, it not flawed nor a sham.
I’m longing for a Christian whose life will reveal to me,
A deep and tender love, Lord, that’s lasting and Heavenly.

I’m longing for a Christian who can see past all my faults,
One who won’t dwell on my past, nor unfortunate results.
I’m longing for a Christian who’ll encourage but not force,
And whose patient confidence will help me to stay the course.

I’m longing for a Christian who’ll be there if I should fall,
One who will not tire of me, one who’ll be there when I call.
I’m longing for a Christian who will pray on bended knee,
Every day throughout the week, on my behalf, fervently.

I’m longing for a Christian who’ll defend me when I’m right,
One who won’t discard me, if via some sin, my walk I blight.
I’m longing for a Christian who my failings won’t deride,
One I can put my trust in, one in whom I can confide.

I’m longing for a Christian whose actions will show I’m loved,
One who if there’s need to chide, will see that each word comes gloved.
I’m longing for a Christian who’ll search for me, should I stray,
One who’ll keep in touch with me, one who’ll thought and care display.

I’m longing for a Christian who’ll always act like You do,
Especially when I’m sad, hurting, or discouraged too.
But will I ever find one, or are they not to be found
’Till at Your second coming, Lord, and strident trumpet sound?

By Lance Landall


This older poem was tweaked on 6 November 2022.

26.  Three Crosses

Three crosses at Calvary, on one side you, on the other side me,
And our Saviour in the middle — that is, speaking figuratively.
One of us mocking Him via rebellious behaviour, acting worldly,
One of us acknowledging Him, honouring Him, acting faithfully.

Yes, three crosses at Calvary, but only two deserve to be there,
Only two deserve to be bloodied, and two individuals bear.
Innocence in the middle, guilt on either side, but three crucified,
One wrongly detained and charged, the other two rightly sentenced and tried.

Yes, three crosses at Calvary, on one side you, on the other me,
One of us repentant, willing, in awe, responding accordingly.
But not so the other, seemingly unmoved and acting selfishly,
And thereby abusing grace, making a mockery of Calvary.

Yes, three crosses at Calvary, but only two deserve to be there,
Both bearing fallen sin sick humans that guilt and blame shamefully share.
Yes, you and I, one of us wanting to be like Christ, and Him soon see,
One of us suggesting the opposite. Which one of us might that be?

By Lance Landall

27.  "Love!" They Holler

Many of those Christians who wax lyrical about love, aren't that loving themselves, ironically,
Which makes a farce of their stance, 'cause don’t they know better? Well, one would’ve thought so, hence their hypocrisy.
'Cause hollering about such, and calling some legalists and Pharisees whilst badly erring as well,
Just displays even more Christians who haven’t got it together, and in whom the Spirit may not dwell.

Many who’re only interested in dwelling on God’s love, aren’t reflecting God’s love any better,
Yet condemning those who when it comes to God’s Law, are supposedly fixated on every letter.
Well, if God’s Law still has validity, as Paul says, then keeping it as laid down isn’t folly,
So long as one displays God’s love as well, 'cause imbalance on either side, folly will tell, and quickly.

It seems that many of those who holler “Love!,” aren’t that keen on obeying, but eagerly clutch God’s grace,
And while I’ve no problem with grace myself — oh happy day! — God’s moral Law (Ten Commandments) has its place.
Thus love one thing, licence quite another, and why those who holler “Love!” require God’s moral mirror too,
'Cause words are all very well, so too intentions, but if our actions don’t gel, we’re in trouble street too.

Oh yes, many of those Christians who wax lyrical about love, aren’t exactly shinning examples,
Too liberal for their own good, faulty witnesses, excusing this or that, hence many current ills.
Hence why Christians should seek a balanced path, law and love combining, 'cause that’s how God intended things be,
And thus those who think and act differently, just fooling themselves, unlikely to receive eternity.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked throughout on 24 December 2022.

28.  Insulting Calvary

Grace abounding, astounding, confounding, flowing from Calvary,
But not so from Christian to Christian, or far less generously.
Yes, though they're forgiven by their Lord and loved open-heartedly,
When it comes to each other, a different picture we often see.

One like that slave in debt to the king, but whose debt was cancelled out,
And who straight after sought out a fellow slave, and was heard to shout,
“Give back the money you owe me, or else!”, then had him thrown in jail,
Hardly acting like the king, and thus a worse fate was soon to bewail.

Yes, many are like that slave, have been forgiven much, shown mercy,
Yet, when it comes to others, they’re not responding so graciously.
Degrees of unkindness, indifference, intolerance, bigotry,
Even a thirst for vengeance, a clamour for the death penalty.

Didn’t Christ cry, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,”
Yet, is that the same response coming from each Christian, their way too?
Sinners who deserve the death sentence, still acting rebelliously,
And yet, look how Christ treats them, and at what He did on Calvary.

Yes, grace abounding, astounding, confounding, flowing from Calvary,
But not so from Christian to Christian, or far less generously.
Often it’s close-mindedness, prejudice, injustice, hypocrisy
That mirrors that foolish slave’s behaviour, and insults Calvary.

Are you insulting Calvary?

By Lance Landall

29.  What Is Christ-like-ness?

What's Christ-like-ness? A good question. Most Christians no doubt thinking in terms of us loving others;
In other words, acting kindly, thoughtfully, fairly (and so on) to Christian sisters, brothers.
And they'd be correct. But there’s more, as they say, and this why we need to dwell on such more deeply,
Lest we think others aren’t acting Christ-like when they are, and we mistreat or condemn them, wrongly.

Turning to Scripture, we see Christ always called a spade a spade, knowing honesty can offend,
But that there’s no alternative, 'cause those who don’t wish to offend, don’t speak the truth, or truth bend.
Hence that need for honesty, transparency, all those traits of Christ, who can read our heart and mind,
And just as well, 'cause truth comes before those so-called good intentions that we consider more kind.

Christ never shied away from rebuking and correcting where such was prudent, necessary,
Well aware that a weakness here simply encourages wrong, and evades one’s Christian duty.
Sure there’s a time, place and way, but how oft that time, place and way's ignored these days, a big mistake,
And we not guilt free, 'cause some who don’t receive that needed rebuke, correction, a wrong path take.

Christ was no ignoramus, His ministry and ways reality based, hence His warnings, strong words,
He well aware of excuses, procrastinations, that false thinking that’s away with the birds.
All why He taught obedience, holiness, faithfulness, said to test all things, lest we go astray,
Or misunderstand Christ-like-ness, objecting to those who via their loving frankness, God’s will convey.

The truth is, love's oft misunderstood, many thinking just in terms of warm fuzzies and so on,
Thus not seeing love's more than those things that make us feel nice, and at times, its other hat must don,
Which reproves, corrects, withholds and punishes, 'cause where such aren’t applied, there are consequences,
All why not just warm fuzzies, but all that’s needed for Christian growth, Christ-like-ness (love) dispenses.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded on 24 December 2022.

Note, The discipline of God — Hebrews 12:3-11.

30.  Come On You Lot

No wonder many Christian churches are beset with ills, the devil busy,
But oh, how he’s helped, both by pastors and members acting very shamefully.
Hence those power plays, people wanting their own way, they stepping on him or her,
Moody, throwing tantrums, causing schisms by introducing what they prefer.

Oh, the gossip, that backbiting and maligning, self and thoughtlessness on show,
Folk revealing their true character and still thinking that to Heaven they’ll go.
Not if they don’t repent and stop such unChrist-like behaviour, their sin so clear,
And while they’re behaving that way, not Holy angels but evil angels near.

Yes,

The Spirit exchanged for their spirit, God’s work hindered, God’s house violated,
Jesus saddened, Satan joyous, the goings-on random or calculated.
Their focus anywhere but where it should be, they wasting both time and money,
And as for unity-cum-Christian love, such hardly a high priority.

Hence they laughed at by the world, branded as hypocrites, and no surprises there,
Such not how Christ meant things to be, folk clutching at idolatry without fear.
All why there’s little difference between the world and them, the world now within,
And thus many of them having the cheek and gall to call themselves a Christian.

By Lance Landall

31.  How Would I know?

How would I know a Christian if they dress up just the same,
Drawing one’s eyes to their body (which has always been our aim)?
If they too, expose what excites passers-by physically,
Via the sexual, or in other words, semi-nudity?

If what’s sheer, tight, low or high is dripping with jewellery,
If they’re covered in makeup, sporting tattoos, pierced bodily?
If their attire shouts extravagance, glitz, emulation,
In other words, displays a worldly infatuation?

How would I know a Christian if their worship’s much the same,
A Christian version, so to speak, one being done in God’s name?
If it mirrors our entertainment, our glamour, our noise,
If it’s focused on people too, and same gimmickry employs?

If their worships not distinct, and nor where they worship too,
If warehouses and halls (rather than churches) they pursue?
Yes, if where they worship looks similar to places we go,
And where same clothing, a less serious intention will show?

How would I know a Christian if they’re Hollywood stars too,
Acting in movies where heavenly things folk don’t pursue?
Nor them, acting some villain’s part — yes, copying same sins,
And then crediting God for those Oscars one duly wins?

Or if they’re pulling crowds in Las Vegas, or some other place,
Where the heavenly doesn’t fit, doesn’t sell, couldn’t grace?
Where the music and entertainment are worldly to the core,
And where pride via self glorification struts the stage floor?

Yes, how would I know a Christian going by these things I see,
'Cause there’s hardly any difference — in fact, is there any?
They seem to want what we want, they seem to do what we do,
Which I must say seems quite ironic and somewhat askew.

By Lance Landall

32.  Is This The New Spirituality,

Form of Godliness?

She as good as strips, takes part in raunchy scenes, thus despatching morality,
Then gets married in a church with its dedicated-to-God sanctuary.
Her movie antics laughing at marriage and faithfulness, those vows one repeats,
And you’d think she’d blush with shame in front of the minister, those bottoms on seats.

Well, I mean to say, hasn’t she read her Bible which condemns hypocrisy,
Sex before marriage, immoral behaviour, crudity and adultery?
Or perhaps she holds the mistaken view that because God is a God of love,
He winks at such, and still has a place for such libertine hypocrites above.

Yes, her raunchy scenes encouraging countless teenagers to follow suit, or,
Women in general who’ve swallowed the same lie, many now into hard-core.
And there’s that minister talking about love, and she dressed in a white gown too,
It all making a mockery of Christian belief and practice, but what’s new?

Oh, what a lovely wedding, so spiritual seeming, and seeming is right,
And hence why I ask: Is this the new spirituality, so-called new light?
It all about love now — morals, principles and standards all things of the past,
As if love never had its boundaries, and its lot with debauchery cast,

Those raunchy scenes that must have angels gasp.

Surely those who marry in a church should be upholders of its Owner’s Word,
Not seeking His blessing while they’re indulging in things that seem much more preferred.
This latter comment surely one that even non-Christians can appreciate,
Who a mere form of Godliness are quick to spot, and such hypocrisy hate.

It seems Christianity’s being exchanged for some look-alike that’ll please all,
And those still teaching biblical doctrine and instruction seen as having a gall.
No one paying too much attention to the Bible except where it speaks of love,
Thus ignoring what doesn't suit — and as for God, He just some Santa Claus above.

So where’s that day of justice that God speaks and warns about, or does evil pay?
People getting away with ill, and upward to Heaven still making their way.
So too those Christians whose lives suggest anything but, they just look-alikes too,
Who, midst waxing lyrical about the love of God, wrong things still choose to do.

If we’re prepared to act out raunchy scenes, we’re not prepared for Heaven above,
Nor that sinless God who mentions righteous living in the very same breath as love.
And our church wedding even an effrontery, we twofaced at the altar,
And our false witness most likely causing a fellow traveller to falter.

The wedding service nice, and others innocent, perhaps, but hardly her though,
And certainly not if she hadn’t repented, because better she should know.
And if she doesn’t, just how much of a Christian is she, ’cause God gave His Word,
A book that she should be going by, and a conscience that that book should've stirred.

And I have to ask,

What would draw a man to such a woman who’s prepared to act out raunchy scenes?
Her standards hardly high, a loose mother to be, whose sad behaviour blasphemes.
Oh, how most have accepted the shameful these days, and I’m meaning Christians too,
Who, someone they once wouldn’t have considered, are now hopelessly drawn to.

A Christian’s a follower of Christ, not an acquaintance, but a disciple,
One who walks in accordance with Christ’s teachings, and in a way that all can tell.
Otherwise they’re only a Christian in name, and their wedding but tradition,
And Christ seeing through it all, it devoid of true commitment and contrition.

By Lance Landall


“You must understand this, THAT IN THE LAST DAYS DISTRESSING TIMES WILL COME. FOR PEOPLE
WILL BE LOVERS OF THEMSELVES, LOVERS OF MONEY, BOASTERS, ARROGANT, ABUSIVE,
DISOBEDIENT TO THEIR PARENTS, UNGRATEFUL, UNHOLY, INHUMAN, IMPLACABLE, SLANDERERS, PROFLIGATES, BRUTES, HATERS OF GOOD, TREACHEROUS, RECKLESS, SWOLLEN WITH CONCEIT,
LOVERS OF PLEASURE RATHER THAN LOVERS OF GOD, HOLDING TO THE OUTWARD FORM OF
GODLINESS [the external characteristics of religion] but denying its power. Avoid them!”
(2 Tim 3:1-5).

33.  A Form Of Godliness

Dear Lord above, and out of love, I have tried to help my fellow Christian see
How they’re not living up to Your name, are ignoring the why of Calvary.
So many continuing to sin, and blatantly, their eyes and ears shut too,
Hence why I’m struggling to make headway, and in my distress am turning to You.

I don’t want them lost, Lord, nor shaming their Saviour, and thus why I’ve made this stand,
But no matter how hard I try, or often, they just don’t seem to understand.
It’s as if something has altered their thinking, removed concern, and so they stray,
There little difference between them and the world, so much for the narrow way.

Hence why Your truly faithful followers have always been a minority,
And this fact clearly seen when we study Scripture and biblical history.
So prior to Your return, the same will be, most having swallowed heresy,
Or having sold out to the world, and why just a form of godliness we see.

A sign of the times, actually.

By Lance Landall

34.  Where's The Genuine Article?

In this world of liars and fakers, we’re all looking for those who are genuine,
And surprise, surprise, so is Christ, and hence His scrutiny of every Christian.
Oh yes, no liars and fakers able to hide behind His grace, and hence that day
When He will have His say, and beforehand, the true state of every Christian weigh.

Some would have us think that God’s a fool, granting grace to anyone who will take it,
But no, one must repent, put rebellion behind, otherwise crooks would benefit.
In other words, those who would accept His grace and continue to lie and deceive,
They hardly genuine, or with a foot in both camps, and why grace they won’t receive.

And some think that priests can clear ones sins by monetary payments, but that’s not so,
God’s Word knowing nothing of such, and some pointlessly paying ahead as they go.
Oh, it all a human concoction which just aids any liar or faker, who
Their loss of eternity will find; it all being about those who are and do.

Yes, “Pick up your cross,” we’re told, Christ wanting those who’ll do the hard yards, and therefore,
They not only standing faithful and true, but living in harmony with His Law.
And hence their “fruits,” we either walking and talking like Christ, or just living a lie,
And why at His soon return He’ll have no option but to say to some, “Goodbye.”

Oh, the lengths that some go to, to find the genuine article (which fetches more),
But how genuine are they themselves? Perhaps a portrait of Christ that’s very poor.
Yes, little care taken over it, cheep oil paint and brushes used, and why is seen
Something that barely resembles the genuine, which is noticed by an eye that’s keen.

By Lance Landall

35.  They Can But We Can't

Today (as from Christianity’s inception), Christians live amongst a mixed multitude,
And why they should be careful lest via their folly they let wrongful influences intrude.
Nor should they embrace what’s not in keeping with God’s will, and why what the world chooses to do
Isn’t always what the Christian should do; fighting in wars being one thing over which to chew.

Some things may appear to have merit, even seem right, but still not be for the Christian though,
For God has set in place certain boundaries, let alone those ten commands that all should know.
Hence why Paul says that they’re still valid, and elaborates regarding Christian conduct,
And why from our lives there are certain things and behaviour that we as Christians should deduct.

In other words: Lest we convey mixed signals, or appear to act hypocritically,
We should go out of our way to make sure that we’re witnessing correctly-cum-faithfully.
After all, we’ve taken on Christ’s name, have a message about righteous living to proclaim,
Which, when it’s muddied by worldliness, compromise and un-Christ-likeness, brings our Saviour shame.

Hence why they can but we can’t, not that they should, mind you, but they aren’t followers of Christ, and,
This why our separation from them — lifestyle and thinking wise — we should clearly understand.
For God wants it no other way, we growing more like Him each day, not like this world we’re in,
Otherwise we’re indulging in rebellion, are a poor advertisement for a Christian.

Such why we’re not to take the law into our own hands, but to leave everything in God’s hands,
We only going so far when it comes to our dealing with wrongs, or making noble stands.
In other words, we breaking no laws (God’s or man’s), destroying nothing, injuring no one,
For Christians who do, violate the will and ways of Christ, who differently, wants things done.

Yes, Christians aren't meant to be Robin Hoods.

By Lance Landall

36.  Christians

A Christian? Just what is a Christian? Could you give me some idea?
Say, if I were to look around me, would I know if one was there?
Do these Christians look just like us? Are they into the things we do?
Do they act and think like us? Are there many, or simply a few?

They’re just human too, you say? Then I guess that they are just like us,
Probably have our weaknesses, possibly curse and swear and cuss.
And I guess that they lose their tempers, perhaps even yell and scream,
Or fight each other physically, and make gestures quite obscene.

I guess they indulge their appetite eating anything they choose,
And also take harmful substances like intoxicating booze.
I guess that they have their idols, and are avid movie goers,
Watching sex and violence that just encourages and lowers.

And surely it must also be that our fantasy and fiction
Has a strong hold on them as well, as we just love its addiction.
And surely they must also be immoral in many actions,
As one thing that we’re well known for is our sexual infractions.

Presumably their fun and humour is as broad-based as our own,
And their viewing just as decadent as what we watch in our home.
I’m sure that what they listen to must have similar wrongful sounds,
And that their entertainment — just like our own — with much sin abounds.

I guess that they’re into vanity, love possessions and display,
And aren’t so keen on black and white, quite comfortable with grey.
And the secular and Holy I’d expect they’ve mixed together,
And no doubt they procrastinate, and their own interests feather.

Presumably they have some hang-ups that also afflict them too,
Like pride, lust, greed and envy, that they’ve no doubt often cause to rue.
And they probably like their comforts, and prefer a low profile,
Are rather shy of principle, and maybe not too short on guile.

Yes, to put things rather bluntly, they would hardly be squeaky clean,
For when it comes down to honesty, it depends upon the scene.
Our divorce rate’s ever climbing, so I’d guess that theirs is as well,
And I presume their self-interest has a similar pedestal.

In fact, if they’re so similar, do you think that they might join us?
For if they happily compromise, no one here will raise a fuss.
What’s that? You say that they worship? Really! For we’re doing that too,
Thus, I wouldn’t think that a problem, if they too, mix false with true.

You say that they have a rule book? Well, that’s hardly any concern,
For when it comes to our ways, I’m very sure that they’d quickly learn.
Sorry, what’s that? You say that they bend their rule book? Well there you go,
Such clearly shows that these Christians would fit in nicely with the flow.

Yes, I find it very comforting that these Christians seem like me,
For they would blend in very nicely within our community.
You see, if they were quite unlike us, we might really sense a threat,
But if I have got the picture right, such a fear would not be met.

What’s that? Some are different? But just a minority, you say?
Just a certain type of Christian that only their God will obey?
Well, I guess that just goes to show that there are some who won’t conform,
But let me tell you this though: I’m very glad that such aren't the norm.

By Lance Landall

37.  Less Than Converted

Deep within each Christian, there should be a thirsting for the heavenly, not just Heaven, eternity,
'Cause the Christian experience has less to do with Paradise and more to do with living rightly.
Yes, so many want to go to Heaven, they desiring to be free of heartache, misery and pain,
But when it comes to living rightly, they not so enthusiastic, and why Heaven they may not obtain.

God knows the heart, and as far as Heaven goes, whether our interest's in Him or ourselves, as seen here,
'Cause if we’re still in love with this world, which seems the case with most, we’re hardly in love with all that's up there,
We thus hardly genuine, wanting the prize but not that keen on taking up our cross, turning from wrong,
A problem God had with ancient Israel, and now Christendom, it seems, Christians still midst the worldly throng.

Yes, so many long for Heaven, but not for Christ-like-ness, hence that unchristian behaviour that we see,
And as a result, very little improvement, if any, yet they still expecting eternity.
Well, expecting is one thing, getting another, 'cause grace hardly covers those with a foot in each camp,
Those, who like the five foolish virgins, don’t remain watchful, letting the oil run out in their midnight lamp.

Oh for the need of revival in the life of the Christian, the faithful having always been a few,
As in Elijah’s time when he thought there were none, but in fact seven thousand who’d remained faithful, true.
'Cause they sought the Lord, not just the reward, their life a living testimony, they thus known by their fruits,
And not just some hollow profession of faith, 'cause those who’re worthy, aren’t those who just do whatever suits.

You see, unless we’re thirsting for Christ-like-ness, righteousness, we’re less than converted, this a fact,
'Cause going by God’s Word, those who’re genuine aren’t just hearers but doers, and thus by their fruits attract.
Yes, they not only Christ-like, but living righteously, true ambassadors for Christ, focused on their Lord,
And thus just like that seven thousand who remained faithful and true, are assured of that coming reward.

Hence why the authors of God's Word wax lyrical about living righteously, conforming to God’s will,
Or to put it another way, keeping His commandments — and this, how the genuine Christian we can tell.
'Cause those who truly love God delight in obeying Him, no longer shackled by sin or its wages,
But rather, covered by Christ’s robe of righteousness, gift of grace, their new found joy in the Rock of ages.

And why those Christians whose lives aren’t in accordance with God’s will are less than converted, and still chain bound,
They not having fully surrendered their all to Christ, and why in their lives, rebelliousness is still found.
“Sure,” they say, “I believe and accept Your grace, Lord,” 'cause at the end of the day, they desire the reward,
But one that they won’t be getting until they've truly repented, and surrendered their all to the Lord.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked throughout on 26 December 2022.

38.  "It's Heaven Calling"

Brrrrrr, brrrrrr…..brrrrrr, brrrrrr.....

“Hello. Joe speaking.”   “Good morning. It’s Heaven calling, Mister Broad.”
“Heaven?!”   “Yes, Joe. Are you prepared to receive a call from your Lord?”
“Ahh…..a call?”   “Yes. Hang on…..Jesus is on the line now.”   “Hello, son.”
“Oh! Hello Father.”  “Just a quick call, son, 'cause I’ve things to get done.

You see, I'll be coming to see you shortly?”   “Did You say…..shortly?!”
"That's right, my son. In about five minutes or so, actually.”
“Ahh…..ahh…..could You hold on a moment, Father, cause You’ve surprised me?”
Covers phone.
“It’s God”   “Who?”   “God!”   “God???!”   “Yes! He said that He'll be calling shortly.”

“You’re joking?!”   “No! I’m not joking! I could stall Him, I guess. Shall I?”
“Yes! Yes! Ask Him if He could give us half an hour, and then call by.”
Removes hand.
“Are You there?”   “Yes, son, I'm still here.”   “Could you give us half an hour, please?”
“Half an hour, you say?”   “Yes.”   “…..Okay….. It’ll be a bit of a squeeze.”
Puts phone down.

“Quick! Quick! Hide all those videos, 'cause imagine if He saw those,
And look at those things you’re wearing, they’re too revealing. Change your clothes.
And switch the television off, 'cause even those ads aren’t okay,
And if He saw that book there, I would hate to think what He would say.

Oh, better hide those magazines too — I nearly overlooked them —
'Cause those tabloid pictures and gossip He would certainly condemn.
And best check each bedroom, lest He see other things that’ll offend,
'Cause there are things in the kid’s rooms that we’d have a job to defend.

Oh no, grab those computer games — yes, those shoot-’em-up ones. In fact,
Grab the lot, and that BB gun, 'cause imagine how He’d react.
And you'd better take those posters down, and bury those CDs too,
'Cause He’d hardly approve of what our kids have been listening to.

Don’t be too long please. He’ll be here soon. Oh dear, don’t let Him see that.”
“See what?”   “That junk food, 'cause you know how it can make one ill and fat.
He calls our body a temple, doesn’t He?”   “Yes, and that’s not all,
'Cause He mentions lusts of the flesh, and worldliness, if I recall.”

“Uh-oh. Say, where’s our Bible?”   “I don’t know. Somewhere around I guess,
Though obviously not where it's meant to be, I have to confess.”
“Quickly then, we’d better find it, and then place it nicely in view,
Just in case He refers to it, and asks us a question or two.

Hey, lets put some Christian music on, create the right atmosphere,
Something very tasteful, fitting, something that He would love to hear.
Yes, something restful, uplifting, without that usual downbeat,
And if He stays for supper, lets go easy and not overeat.

Was that a knock?”   “Yes! Seems He’s arrived.”   “Oh dear, well here goes,
Though I still can’t figure out why such an unearthly hour He chose.
I wish we’d had more warning, as I hate being caught out like this,
'Cause there’s always a chance that He might suspect that something's amiss.”

By Lance Landall


This older poem was upgraded on 5 November 2022.

39.  If

If Christ called in to see you, would He like all the things He saw,
Would He make himself at home, or soon be looking for the door?
Would what’s showing on your TV have Him gasp with disbelief,
And would your books and magazines simply fill His heart with grief?

Would any pictures on the wall have Him turn His eyes away,
Would photos revealing pride and vanity trigger dismay?
Would other things that fill your home have Him feeling ill at ease,
Would what you’re wearing disappoint, and would your music displease?

Would any trophies on display give our Saviour cause to grieve,
Or could there be an idol that would have Jesus quickly leave?
Would chance visitors offend, would certain friends have Him sorrow,
Or would Christ be more than happy to call again tomorrow?

If Jesus wished to share His Word, would His Word be close at hand,
And would His questioning sit well, or a bombshell on you land?
Would any important issues that our Lord sought to convey
Have you feeling ill at ease, or wishing you’d been out all day?

“But Christ wouldn’t react that way,” I’d imagine some would say,
Yet if Jesus knocked on their door, would they still feel the same way?
If they knew Christ’s desires just like every Christian should,
Would they be embarrassed, even disappear if they could?

Yes, would Christ watch those things they watch, would He do those things they do,
Would He read those books they read, and where they go, would He go too?
Would Christ commend their music, approve of their conversation,
Be very receptive to an extended visitation?

And would there be much in common should our Lord call on them (you),
Would our Saviour be delighted with what they believe is true?
Would our Lord delight to be in their presence, and in their home,
Or would it be, that from both, He might soon have some cause to roam?

By Lance Landall


This older poem was upgraded on 6 November 2022.





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