Denis Martindale Poems

A teacher asked everyone in her class to write a prayer
so she could read these out to them later that day.
When the teacher sat down to read the prayers,
the class listened until she paused at the final prayer.
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Have you been chosen by the Chosen,
The Saviour Jesus Christ,
As the Son of God who rose on
The day He prophesied?
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If Man responds to the duty, creativity grows,
To transform our lives with beauty, like a resplendent rose!
The Cosmos came when it was time, when God had all things planned,
He reaches out with gifts sublime to save and bless Mankind.
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From ancient psalms to hymns and songs, from lullabies to love,
From each lament to righting wrongs, from almost to enough.
From limericks to epic themes, from passions borne of youth,
From acrostics on to daydreams, from fantasies to truth.
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Love songs are rhythms set to rhymes,
Great songs both young and old,
Beyond both happy and sad times,
The silver and the gold,
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I read my poem as I wrote, correcting now and then,
Of each new phrase I thus took note, again, again, again.
I pondered more than once, it's true, on phrases I composed,
I rearranged a line or two, for what I liked the most.
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The poets are writing quite a lot,
Each human-written, not robot,
Some poems written on-the-spot,
Pay attention and follow the plot.
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How tragic was the travesty, the judgement of that time.
To scourge a man for Calvary, and yet what was the crime?
To love with love that cannot die, but fill Mankind with awe?
To preach, proclaim, and prophesy? To heal both rich and poor?
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How few have seen the Saviour's hands, how few have seen His feet,
While He, with patience, nearby stands, their heartfelt joys to meet,
How few have knelt upon their knees, the Saviour to adore,
How few have kissed the Prince of Peace, and been thrilled to the core!
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As soon as God made angels,
Not all stayed truly blessed,
Good angels stayed, bad angels left,
Each had a choice to make,
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