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 ...
There's Power In Love!
Christ grants eternal life and more... forgiveness through His Name...
Yes, He's the One worth living for... that's why our Saviour came...
With perfect love that never ends... forever more the same...
Behold the Lamb of God, my friends... so worthy of acclaim!
Behold God's Son, the Lord of Lords... with healing in His wings...
Since Heaven's crowns are His rewards... these are such precious things!
When Jesus Christ begins to bless... give thanks for all He brings...
For He who grant