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 ...
Don't Give Up On God!
God speaks the word and life begins... He speaks... then blessing flows...
He heals the sick... forgives our sins... and evil overthrows...
Through revelation here and there, He reasons with the sad,
He beckons saints to pause in prayer... with reasons to be glad...
His grace transcends our darkest days... His love proves our reward...
So listen to sweet songs of praise! Sing new songs to the Lord!
God's powers grant each miracle! Of that, we can be sure!
There's not one man who know