Denis Martindale Poems
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* 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 ...
D'you Know June?
D'you know June, who lives nearby? She lives quite close to you!
She prays to God, with questions why... the answers you know to...
If God told you, to visit her... I wonder, would you go?
I truly ask, what would occur... if she knew what you know!
You say that you believe in Christ... that Jesus is God's Son...
I wonder if you've realised... that not one soul you've won...
Your Holy Bible's close at hand... you've studied it as well...
D'you think God has got things planned... to se