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 ...
God Bless Billy Graham!
Lord, I'm just a work in progress... a project on the go,
Sometimes I'm full of happiness.. when I see blessings flow...
Sometimes I doubt what's meant to be... then Good News comes my way,
Sometimes I seek serenity... to bow my head and pray...
Sometimes I stand up for what's right... not yielding like the rest,
Sometimes I teach with great insight... and those nearby get blessed...
Sometimes I search out secret things... yet help me realise,
Sometimes I need the King of Kings... a