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 ...
Thank You, Billy Graham!
When revelation's close-at-hand, hold fast to what seems good,
Then pray to understand what's planned, so that God's understood...
For only then are nations blessed, yes, heart-to-heart and more...
The Holy Bible proves God's best... of that, you can be sure!
The Gospel's preached from heart-to-heart... it's blessed because we pray,
The Gospel Truth each must impart, since Jesus is the Way...
In stadiums and Crusade tents, in Churches far and wide,
Explaining verses and events and why