Denis Martindale Poems
|1401.||The Name's Bond, James Bond!||10/20/2014|
|1402.||The Writing Competition!||10/21/2014|
|1403.||Believe And Be Baptised!||10/16/2014|
|1404.||The Little Saint That Could!||10/17/2014|
|1409.||Zebra And Foal||11/25/2014|
|1410.||In With The Crowd||11/25/2014|
|1411.||Santa's Change Of Heart!||11/28/2014|
|1417.||Happy Birthday, Jesus!||12/25/2014|
|1418.||Poetry Shall Prevail!||1/15/2015|
|1419.||Mother And Calf||1/15/2015|
|1426.||Frightday The 13th||3/12/2015|
|1428.||Study Of An Owl||3/29/2015|
|1430.||Study For Tiger Fury||4/26/2015|
|1433.||Testing The Water...||4/27/2015|
|1435.||Young Stalker, Too||4/28/2015|
|1436.||They Take Away...||5/31/2015|
|1437.||Thirst Quencher Thanksgiving||5/31/2015|
|1439.||Buzzard On A Branch||5/31/2015|
|1440.||Nuthatch On A Branch||5/31/2015|
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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 ...
Mary, Mother Of Jesus
In Roman times, when swords were raised,
And peace on Earth was rare,
There lived a girl now highly praised,
A girl beyond compare...
Her name was Mary, Joseph's love,
Betrothed, untouched by Man...
Who met an angel from above
Who then revealed God's plan!
'Young maiden, you are full of grace!