Denis Martindale Poems
|2641.||Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse||5/16/2011|
|2642.||Mary, Mother Of Jesus||10/22/2003|
|2643.||* I Am An Elephant!||11/2/2013|
|2644.||* The Prestige Of The Poppy||11/1/2010|
|2645.||When Dolphins Dance||10/29/2011|
|2646.||* The Cross Of Christ||5/12/2009|
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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 ...
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My heart was intent on knowledge, so I'd improve myself -
I proceeded to the College with alacrity and stealth!
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