Christian poetry by Frank Westall
Hello I'm Frank Westall and welcome to my poetry website.
The poems I write are inspired by my Christian faith and I hope the videos, audio and text you find here encourage and bless you greatly.
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
Poems of the Month
Poem for Easter
Nothing
Nothing found against Him in the trials
Nothing to condemn Him could be found
Spotless was the One who stood before them
Still they could not see the Holy ground
Hidden was His beauty by their anger
Hidden all His worth by hatred’s breath
Murderous hearts had blinded all their reason
Driving them to cry out for His death.
Nothing found against Him before Pilate
Still he had Him scourged and crowned with thorns
Mocked and hit and spat upon and beaten
Terrible the punishment He bore
Silently He as a Lamb in shearing
Gave Himself to suffering and shame
Nothing moved His voice to cry injustice
Innocent He carried all our blame
Nothing could be written to condemn Him
For He truly was the King of Jews
Nothing could take life unyielded from Him
If the cross of death He did not choose
But the LORD on Him His Son Beloved
All the guilt of all men fully laid
Every sin handwritten nailed upon Him
And by precious blood all debts were paid
Nothing that the prophets had fore-spoken
Unfulfilled upon dark Calvary’s hill
Nothing that the Lamb left unaccomplished
In surrender to His Father’s will
Satan, sin and death and hell defeated
Openly displayed for all to see
Open for the eye of faith to ponder
God’s great love to save humanity
Nothing had He now for all was taken
Garments shared and took as lots were tossed
Though through Him all things were made and fashioned
Marred above all men upon the cross
Everything He gave for our redemption
Everything He gave our souls to save
Nothing had he left for all was given
Lifeless laid within a borrowed grave
Ah the thought that He had come to nothing
Cheered the hearts of those who wished Him die
Others torn with pain to lose their Master
Hid themselves in fear to grieve and cry
Nothing of their hopes now left without Him
Nothing left their cheerless hearts to save
All their hopes in Christ had come to nothing
He lay dead and cold within a grave
Nothing though could hold the sinless Saviour
Rock nor seal nor strength of any man
Nothing hold the spotless Son of Glory
Nothing hinder God’s eternal plan
Rising from the grave as He had promised
Empty grave clothes left where He’d been laid
Nothing to condemn us now forever
Nothing that we owed was left unpaid
Nothing now can ever separate us
Nothing snatch us from the hand of God
Life nor death nor power nor any creature
From His love in Jesus Christ our Lord
Nothing stop our Glorious King returning
To receive the bride for whom He died
Nothing end the praise of endless ages
Father, Son and Spirit magnified
Nothing can compare to such a Treasure
Nothing to the Pearl of greatest price
Nothing to the love of God our Father
Yielding up His Son to give us life
Nothing to be done but to believe Him
Nothing leave behind but deadly sin
Nothing that can save us at the judgement
Nothing if we will not trust in Him
F H Westall 4/4/2023 Easter
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“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39 NKJV
https://bible.com/bible/114/rom.8.38-39.NKJV
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The tomb is sealed and guarded
The tomb is sealed and guarded
And Jesus lies within
Wrapped up in strips of linen
His body dead and still
Despised, rejected, hated,
By those who were His own
And killed by crucifixion
Conspired by them alone
By wicked hands He suffered
In agony and pain
Cut off from all the living
And evil ruled again
Though no deceit was in Him
He died beside a thief
And in a tomb they laid Him
With sorrow, tears and grief
He in the end had perished
Like every son of man
And in the tomb they held Him
Destroyed as they had planned
All expectations ended
For all who loved His Name
Death dashed their hopes to pieces
Their Christ would never reign
Oh think upon that Friday
What was achieved that day?
Was it to be for nothing
The Saviour died that way?
No! There God’s Son in mercy
Himself our sins did bear
And every accusation
Was pinned upon Him there.
Our secret sins and open
Condemned for all to see
There God displayed His justice
On that accursed tree
That none could then accuse Him
When letting sinners live
That death had not been suffered
That He might not forgive
Oh look my soul in sorrow
Your sin has brought Him there
But look! For now tomorrow
Is yours without despair
For all your debt on Calvary
By Him was fully paid
There punishment was finished
He rests now in the grave
I do believe My Saviour
You died upon that tree
For all my life’s transgressions
To justly set me free
A justice paid by mercy
By God’s amazing grace
By love immense, unfathomed
Christ dying in my place.
F H Westall 8/4/2023 Easter
Copyright F H Westall
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Poems for Christmas
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 they all had spoken
Were fulfilled before her eyes
Even though her heart was pierced
As her Son was crucified
Yet she saw Him rise victorious
He who God formed in her womb
Saw the One she named as Jesus
Conquer sin and death and tomb
Saw Him rise 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 is 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.”
https://bible.com/bible/114/luk.1.1-4.NKJV
God was manifested in the flesh!
Great is indeed the mystery
God’s Son from all eternity
His glory should divest
That Jesus Christ we may confess
Has taken of our very flesh
And here was manifest
And though rejected, mocked and killed
His Righteous Father’s will fulfilled
To glorify His Name
Then by the Spirit’s power raised
To conquer sin and death and grave
And Justify His claim
He lower than the angels made
The great Creator here displayed
Before their very sight
Through manger, garden, cross and grave
They see the Prince of heaven save
His sheep from darkest night
And Gentiles hear His gospel still
Until their fullness has come in
That yet He may be found
The mystery of God revealed
That every nation may be healed
And in His grace abound
Here on the earth He is received
Throughout the world His truth believed
By hearts and tongues confessed
The eye of faith the unseen sees
That each believing heart will be,
As He has promised, blessed
Received to glorious majesty
Where He had dwelt eternally
The Lamb whom men had slain
Remembered now by broken bread
And wine to show the blood He shed
Until He comes again
Great is indeed the mystery
That God the Son, for you and me,
His glory should divest
That Jesus Christ we may confess
Has taken of our very flesh
And here was manifest
F H Westall 9/12/2022 ed 21/12/2023
Copyright F H Westall
BeingFrankPoems@hotmail.com
“And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness:
God was manifested in the flesh,
Justified in the Spirit,
Seen by angels,
Preached among the Gentiles,
Believed on in the world,
Received up in glory.”
I Timothy 3:16 NKJV
https://bible.com/bible/114/1ti.3.16.NKJV
Other poems
Jesus lifts me from the waves
When I fix my eyes on Jesus
There I see My Father's love
Lifting me above the waters
That would drown my soul in doubt
There I find myself enabled
Through the power of His grace
To believe my sins forgiven
That I might My God embrace
There sin does not have dominion
There I triumph o'er the grave
Impossibilities are silenced
Jesus lifts me from the waves
F H Westall 6/12/2017
Copyright F H Westall
BeingFrankPoems@hotmail.com
“And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?“
Matthew 14:31 NKJV
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There are those who have nothing
There are those who have nothing
Whose homes are demolished
Their every possession been taken away
Who cry in the darkness
Who weep in the morning
Who at the day's dawning are hungry once more
There are those who have nothing
Who cry out for pity
Who run from a city where terror now reigns
Who look for a shelter
To lie down in safety
From those with no mercy whose power brings war
There are those who have nothing
Who look for compassion
For hands that will reach out to comfort their pain
Who test where our hearts lie
Who see if we walk by
Who know if they're those that we simply ignore
F H Westall 4/7/2016
Copyright F H Westall BeingFrankPoems@hotmail.com
I’m the answer
“…you expect me to believe
that I vanish into nothing
with the last breath
that I breathe?”
A collection of Easter poems
Frank Westall has recorded videos of a trilogy of poems he has written recounting the Easter story, following Jesus’ death and resurrection.
All three poems feature in Frank’s debut book ‘Whatever touches your heart touches mine.’
Below is a video of the final poem in the series - ‘Easter Morning,’ but you can watch all three videos on Frank’s video page.
Easter Morning
Bluebell Wood
‘but the bluebells reigns supremely, catching every beam of light, as the birdsong fills the heavens and your senses reignite.’