Denis Martindale

Denis Martindale Poems

2681. Young Explorers 6/13/2009
2682. Young Gorilla 1/14/2016
2683. Young Gorilla, Too... 2/25/2016
2684. Young Gun 8/22/2013
2685. Young Guns 11/17/2010
2686. Young Hopeful 8/16/2009
2687. Young Lion 10/18/2017
2688. Young Stalker 3/5/2013
2689. Young Stalker, Too 4/28/2015
2690. Your Beauty 4/11/2011
2691. Your Gift Will Echo Into Eternity! 9/17/2017
2692. You're Entitled To An Answer! 6/18/2016
2693. You're Just Another Girl 10/17/2016
2694. Youth Got Mail 8/9/2012
2695. Youtube Legend 10/9/2013
2696. Zebra And Foal 11/25/2014
2697. Zero Tolerance 7/31/2013

Comments about Denis Martindale

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (1/2/2019 10:07:00 PM)

    The seasons come, the seasons go... hold fast to all that's good...
    to bless us as it should...... as this New Year begins...
    Let's count God's blessings that amaze... as each lost soul Christ wins! (Nice poem. Thanks, Dear Friend)

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  • Dynamic MP @ 420 (12/20/2018 10:21:00 AM)

    good thoughts

  • Eileen Marston (12/17/2018 3:39:00 PM)

    Dear Dennis,
    Thank you so much for sending your poem for me to read (through the Rev TV office) it is such a great poem with a wonderful message. I often hear your poems read out when I am watching RevTV, you have an amazing gift from the Lord which you are using to bless others with - awesome!

    God bless you with your ministry, Dennis, and thank you once again for sharing!


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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