Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1681. Rev Up The Revelation! ! 8/2/2017
1682. The Celestine Prophecy 8/4/2017
1683. The Man Of God! 8/5/2017
1684. Wow, Look At You! 8/5/2017
1685. All My Own Work... 8/5/2017
1686. Catch The Vision! 8/6/2017
1687. The Inner Sanctuaries Of The Lord! 8/6/2017
1688. Fidelity, Faith And Love... 8/7/2017
1689. If Not For Revelation... 8/8/2017
1690. At The Foot Of The Cross... 8/8/2017
1691. Erm, Er... Erm, Er... Erm, Er... 8/9/2017
1692. Pied Pipers Of Pop! 8/9/2017
1693. * ' Jesus Loves You! ' 8/10/2017
1694. Something Special! 8/10/2017
1695. Hello! Morning! How Are You? 8/11/2017
1696. + The Greatest Of These Is Love... 8/11/2017
1697. The Greatest Of These Is Love! 8/11/2017
1698. Arctic Sun, Too 8/13/2017
1699. From Revelation To Revelation! 8/13/2017
1700. Quite A Writer! 8/14/2017
1701. A Girl On A Mission! 8/14/2017
1702. You Are Highly Appreciated! 8/16/2017
1703. Felines Of The Forest! 8/21/2017
1704. The First Teacher... 8/21/2017
1705. Man's Finest Friend Is Love! 8/28/2017
1706. Picture The Scene! 8/28/2017
1707. Wildlife Conservation? 8/28/2017
1708. Driven To Become An Artist! 8/28/2017
1709. Artistic Licence 8/28/2017
1710. This Is A Time For Heroes! 8/29/2017
1711. This Is Our Time For Heroes! 8/29/2017
1712. Can Man Get By Without The Lord? 8/29/2017
1713. Heart Of Gold! 8/30/2017
1714. Christ's Great Commission! 8/31/2017
1715. Thirty, Sixty, One Hundred! 9/2/2017
1716. God Bless You! God Bless Me! 9/3/2017
1717. * A Time For Revelation! 9/4/2017
1718. + I Am Glad That I Quote Jesus! 9/5/2017
1719. Paralysis By Analysis! 9/7/2017
1720. The Divine Gift Of Revelation! 9/10/2017
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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