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 ...
The Twilight Zone!
Behold the supernatural... the world beyond our own...
The eternal and the infernal... Behold the Twilight Zone!
And be it still, or loud and proud... right there, before your face...
The finest blessing God's allowed... is His amazing grace...
The Saviour came... and overcame... this world's no more the same...
We overcome in Jesus Name... the Devil's put to shame...
Across this world, Christ's Cross is shown... and holy water, too...
And though these make the demons groan... God bles