Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale
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I was born at a very early age, they allowed me to live, but forced me to go to School. That's where I sang hymns from my tiny Songs of Praise hymnbook.

Most of the time, I try to rhyme using the common metre 8 syllables then 6 then 8 then 6 verse style. I've been writing hymns and poems and stories for a very long time and have added 2,500 poems on poemhunter.com already.

My poems have been in Church magazines and local papers and magazines and on local Radio as well as Christian TV and Radio channels. Some of my poems have also been on the ... more »

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  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (1/2/2019 10:07:00 PM)

    The seasons come, the seasons go... hold fast to all that's good...
    to bless us as it should...... as this New Year begins...
    Let's count God's blessings that amaze... as each lost soul Christ wins! (Nice poem. Thanks, Dear Friend)

  • Dynamic MP @ 420 (12/20/2018 10:21:00 AM)

    good thoughts

  • Eileen Marston (12/17/2018 3:39:00 PM)

    Dear Dennis,
    Thank you so much for sending your poem for me to read (through the Rev TV office) it is such a great poem with a wonderful message. I often hear your poems read out when I am watching RevTV, you have an amazing gift from the Lord which you are using to bless others with - awesome!

    God bless you with your ministry, Dennis, and thank you once again for sharing!

    Eileen.

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Best Poem of Denis Martindale

* The Cross Of Christ

The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...

Read the full of * The Cross Of Christ
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