Denis Martindale Poems

Sometimes, when I'm just half awake,
When life's much less extreme,
I know it's time to take a break,
It's then that I daydream...
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Oh, how brilliant is the legend
In oranges and blacks.
You look and then your breath suspend...
The tiger nothing lacks!
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The regal lion's earnt his fame
As sovereign lord and more,
His golden fur as if aflame,
His gaze forever sure...
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When morning came, with sunshine's gleam,
I woke so quickly from the dream,
For in the night, Lord Jesus talked,
As through my life, we slowly walked...
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Two little lions closed their eyes,
So tired in the sun...
No longer now the cool wise guys,
So spritely, full of fun.
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When he was young, he learnt to fight, yet not to prove his power.
He was a hero not through might, but that he would not cower.
He chose his battles not for fame, but for good reasons why,
For what good was a foolish aim if he should lose and die?
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Across this world, where lost souls live,
In sin from shore to shore,
So many souls God could forgive,
If only I'd done more...
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I should be doing so much more, the Christian saint confessed!
This truth had struck him to the core, he thought he'd done his best!
But truth be told, he watched TV... He tuned in day and night!
Three hundred channels there to see, some still in black and white.
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The ultimate symbol of love
Must be the Cross of Christ,
Upon which He was held above
And for sin sacrificed...
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