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 ...
God's Call To Prayer!
How blessed are those God calls to prayer, for they shall find God's grace,
With all compassion as they share... the sorrows people face,
Such that God listens fervently... as Christians seek God's best...
For each has been to Calvary... with all their sins confessed...
God's Son has truly paid the price... so that believers know...
Christ's death fulfilled the sacrifice... so mercies overflow...
When Christians pray like Christians should... towards God's Holy Throne...
God wants to