Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1401. Just Friends (Intro) 2/26/2011
1402. Just Friends 2/27/2011
1403. Lords Of The Arctic 2/27/2011
1404. Do You Believe In God? 3/18/2011
1405. The Gentle Joy Of Jesus 3/24/2011
1406. Close Family Ii 4/2/2011
1407. Happy Mother's Day 4/3/2011
1408. Now Is The Time For Revelation! 4/6/2011
1409. The Resting Place 4/6/2011
1410. That Time Already? 4/11/2011
1411. Your Beauty 4/11/2011
1412. Jessica 3/1/2011
1413. Jungle Prince 3/4/2011
1414. The Dreary Bleary Theory 3/11/2011
1415. The Old Campaigner 4/18/2011
1416. You Talking To Me? 4/18/2011
1417. Lazy Bones 4/18/2011
1418. Balanced 4/18/2011
1419. Barabbas 4/21/2011
1420. Sunlit Beauty 4/24/2011
1421. Silent Waters 5/3/2011
1422. I'M Sure It's This Way 5/2/2011
1423. If Only We Used Christian Resources 5/5/2011
1424. Sundowners 5/6/2011
1425. Family Portrait 4/29/2011
1426. All Tired Out 4/29/2011
1427. Church Without Walls 5/8/2011
1428. Gorgeous 5/7/2011
1429. Weary 4/28/2011
1430. King Of The Castle 2/27/2011
1431. Cheek To Cheek 4/25/2011
1432. Salvation Is The Way 5/12/2011
1433. I Need My Beauty Sleep 5/13/2011
1434. Words Of Wisdom 4/27/2011
1435. Bookends 4/25/2011
1436. The Opportune Moment 5/26/2011
1437. Teach Me, Lord 5/27/2011
1438. Dollar Science 5/29/2011
1439. Her Hand In Mine 5/29/2011
1440. Close To Jesus 6/3/2011
Best Poem of Denis Martindale

* 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.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...

Read the full of * The Cross Of Christ

The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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