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 ...
An Audience With Truth!
Imagine truth was Heaven-sent, for revelation here,
Imagine it had one intent: God's perfect will made clear,
Such that not one on Earth should doubt, or ever be confused,
For only truth can sort things out... yet only when it's used...
If forced aside, then things go bad... like water none can drink,
Deceits abide, then hearts grow sad... it's even hard to think...
But truth alone proved not enough... God had to send His Son,
For revelation of God's love, through all that Christ h