Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1. The Full Armour Of God! -new- 7/26/2017
2. Is There Really Life After Death? -new- 7/26/2017
3. On How To Write A Poem! -new- 7/26/2017
4. Liberty Eagle! 1/26/2015
5. Duck! 2/25/2015
6. Ngorongoro Bull 2/25/2015
7. Cheetah! 2/25/2015
8. Future King! 3/3/2015
9. Zebra And Foal 11/25/2014
10. In With The Crowd 11/25/2014
11. Santa's Change Of Heart! 11/28/2014
12. Precious! 12/15/2014
13. Arctic Hero? 12/19/2014
14. Shady Retreat... 12/21/2014
15. Early Learning 12/21/2014
16. Safe Haven 12/21/2014
17. Happy Birthday, Jesus! 12/25/2014
18. Poetry Shall Prevail! 1/15/2015
19. Mother And Calf 1/15/2015
20. Siberian Brothers 1/19/2015
21. Himalayan Summer 11/25/2014
22. Barn Owl 1/19/2015
23. Father Time 6/30/2014
24. What Is It To Be Holy? 7/1/2014
25. Thank God For Coffee! 7/3/2014
26. Each Time I Think Of Him 7/3/2014
27. By His Stripes 7/21/2014
28. Animal Kingdom 7/28/2014
29. Big Ivory! 7/28/2014
30. Winter Walk... 7/28/2014
31. Cooling Off Time... 7/28/2014
32. Black Wolves 6/27/2014
33. First Born 6/27/2014
34. God Is In Control! 8/5/2014
35. Sharing My Faith! 8/5/2014
36. Just What The Doctor Ordered! 8/7/2014
37. Miracles Still Happen! 8/7/2014
38. Winsome Beauty! 8/7/2014
39. How Long Can I Stand Idly By! ? 8/11/2014
40. Christian Mingle! 8/18/2014
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

The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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