Christian poetry by Frank Westall

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Frank Westall with his wife Nancy


“For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:21‬ ‭NKJV‬‬


Poem for Christmas

‘Certain’

Image by Jeff Jacobs from Pixabay

Certain

That which we believe is certain 

Quite unlike the words of men 

God’s own Son came down from heaven 

And was born in Bethlehem 

Certainly His name is Jesus 

Sent to save us from our sin 

Certainly no one will perish 

None who put their trust in Him 

 

God’s own word cannot be broken 

He Who spoke it cannot lie 

Unto us is born a Saviour 

Born to take our place and die 

Born to take our sins upon Him 

Born to take them far away 

Born to give us life forever 

Born to turn our night to day 

 

Do you doubt that in a virgin 

God could place His precious Son? 

Is the God of heaven’s power 

Limited by anyone? 

Blessed was she who then believed Him 

And she saw His word fulfilled 

There His Son lay in a manger 

As the God of heaven willed 

 

Son of God yet Son of Mary 

Son of God yet Son of Man 

Christ our human flesh partaking 

God’s eternal master plan 

His own Son to dwell among us 

God with us Emmanuel 

Bear our sin Himself to save us 

Bring us back to God again 

 

Mary birthed and held and fed Him 

Pondering the things she heard

Angels, shepherds, wise men, prophets

Spoke of Him the Living Word

And the words that all had spoken

Were fulfilled before her eyes

Even though her heart was pierced 

As her Son was crucified

 

Yet she knew He rose victorious

He who God formed in her womb

Knew the One she named as Jesus

Conquered sin and death and tomb

Knew He rose with scars in triumph 

Wounds of nail and spear and thorn

Worshipped Him as her Messiah, 

Certain of the One she’d borne

 

Hear apostles, gospel writers

Tax collectors, fishermen

Witness to their risen Saviour

After He had died for them

Suffering persecution, trials

Still proclaiming His great love

Certain that He cares and watches 

From His Father’s throne above

 

O be certain He descended

To be born in Bethlehem

Certain that His name was Jesus

Saviour of the world of men

Certain that for us He suffered

Certain that for us He died

Certain that our sins are dealt with

By this Saviour crucified

 

Certain that His body broken

And His blood shed on the tree

Fully cleanses us forever

Fully sets the prisoner free

Certain that His lifeless body 

Lay within an earthly grave

Certain that He rose triumphant

Certain that He lives to save

 

Certain that He sits in glory 

Seated at His Father’s side

Certain that He’s soon returning

To receive His purchased bride

Certain that all eyes shall see Him

When He comes to judge all men

Every word of God is certain

Christ is coming back again

 

That which we believe is certain 

Quite unlike the words of men 

God’s own Son came down from heaven 

And was born in Bethlehem 

Certainly His name is Jesus 

Sent to save us from our sin 

Certainly no one will perish 

None who put their trust in Him 

 

F H Westall 19/12/2021

Copyright F H Westall

BeingFrankPoems@hotmail.com

 

 

“Inasmuch as many have taken in hand to set in order a narrative of those things which have been fulfilled among us, just as those who from the beginning were eyewitnesses and ministers of the word delivered them to us, it seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write to you an orderly account, most excellent Theophilus, that you may know the certainty of those things in which you were instructed.”

Luke 1:1-4 NKJV

https://bible.com/bible/114/luk.1.1-4.NKJV

I’m the answer

“…you expect me to believe

that I vanish into nothing

with the last breath

that I breathe?”


Bluebell Wood

‘but the bluebells reigns supremely, catching every beam of light, as the birdsong fills the heavens and your senses reignite.’