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 ...
Billions Of Believers!
Behold Christ's Church upon this Earth,
Billions of believers!
In Him, they seek to prove their worth,
Because they love Lord Jesus!
Behold the value God bestows
Upon each soul Christ saved,
Behold God's love that overflows,
Behold the sins He's waived...
Forgiven through the Cross of Christ,