God's Poet To The End! Poem by Denis Martindale

Twenty-six letters to be read,
All mixed up on the page,
Each humbly serving, A to Z,
Presented on my stage...
From fancy fonts come fresh insights,
Calligraphy and more,
To bless each poet days and nights,
Their readers to implore...

And so it was, I lived this life,
Carved out my words like meat,
To soften pain and sorrow's strife,
With poems that were sweet...
Like healing potions for Man's cares,
When folks felt out-of-sorts,
I poured on servings all my prayers,
My dreams and themes and thoughts...

The whole world reads my poems now,
They come from near and far,
Because to God I made a vow
And wished upon a star...
I am God's poet to the end,
Despite life's aches and pains,
For God has proved my only friend,
No other soul remains...

Yet while I live and take in breath,
My dreams and visions fly,
To Him, Jesus of Nazareth,
My Saviour in the sky...
And from His Throne where faith outpours,
Like waterfalls of love,
He sets me right upon the course,
With grace that proves enough...

By faith, I write, not knowing yet,
The journey I must take,
With verses borne of sights I get,
That form the words I make...
Thus comes my portion, there, in prose,
Like nectar from the flower,
Like fragrant stirrings from the rose,
That share God's holy power...

Just like the busy, busy bee,
I search God's Word each day,
From Christmas Day to Calvary,
God's Word has much to say...
The prophecies alone will bless,
God's promises explained,
For peace of mind and happiness,
Such wisdom could be gained...

God's Word in action cross the world,
Translators here and there,
Like them, in praise, with arms unfurled,
I wrote, God's Word to share...
The Jesus Gospel's robed with rhymes,
With rhythms all their own,
To criticise these fallen times,
Yet say we're not alone...

A million poets pray for me...
Beyond my neighbourhood,
Because they share my destiny,
Because they've understood...
I hold them up before the Lord,
My brethren here on Earth...
God bless you all, in sweet accord,
You see, I know your worth...

Perhaps, like me, a Christian, still,
On Christ you must depend...
If so, I pray you serve God's will,
God's poet to THE END...