Denis Martindale Poems
* 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.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...
This Is Revelation Tv!
Among the channels shown on Sky,
On Freesat and Freeview,
There's one that makes us laugh and cry
That prays for me and you...
There's one that radiates God's love,
There's one that says it all,
There's one that helps with holy stuff
And numbers we can call...
Behind the scenes, God plays His part,