Denis Martindale Poems

To think, Man gets attracted to the mundane things of life...
The daily tasks that we must do... that sometimes cause us strife!
The constant grind that hurts each heart determined to stay free...
The nagging doubts that won't depart... the pains of poverty!
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Clocks spring forward and watches, too... computers follow suit,
So nine's now ten, it's true, it's true... when Spring comes, that's quite cute...
And so, this day, time Marches on... this hour changes hands,
And blessed are those who know it's gone... according to Man's plans...
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With my domain to make things clear... to help me and help you,
I've got a lot of poems here... a chance to search these, too,
Such that a keyword then displays the titles that were found,
Then visitors can spend their days with ways to look around...
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Was this one week just one more week? Just seven days, no more?
Or was this week something unique... for which God had plans for?
If so, then what? Good News or not? Life's such a mystery...
Was there some plot someone had got... to end in tragedy?
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How noble must the Saviour be? How could He serve God best?
One miracle for all to see? A healing touch that blessed?
A prophecy for all to hear? A word of knowledge shared?
A servant's heart throughout each year? Long prayers to prove He cared?
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Lord Jesus knew what this week meant... no need to tell Him so...
His miracles were Heaven-sent... yet soon He had to go...
To leave behind disciples here... tormented by their grief,
With every kind of mortal fear... and even disbelief...
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There was a time of utmost grief,
A dalliance with disbelief,
Depression came as though a thief,
Alas, that time was long not brief…
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Have you time for revelation? An hour now and then?
Have you time for restoration? And if so, tell me when?
Can you take time? Can you make time? Can you take part as well?
For revelation proves sublime! It's how God saves from Hell...
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What is the poem all about? Simply fancy phrases!
That from the mind pop out and sprout, from all sorts of places...
Just basic rhymes, like I love you... Yes! I love you, dearly...
Just basic rhymes, out of the blue, sometimes picked sincerely...
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'What's Easter all about? ' they ask,
'What's Easter all about? '
And so I set about the task...
To share my faith not doubt...
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