Denis Martindale Poems

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711.
Hello! Morning! How Are You?

Five little words can make my day!
They change my solemn mood!
They aren't that hard for folks to say...
Polite... not sounding rude...
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712.
+ The Greatest Of These Is Love...

A billion gifts can come and go from God's eternal Throne,
A billion thoughts we're meant to know, to prove Man's not alone
And prophecies and visions, too, with dreams that come by night
And secrets God could share with you that filled you with delight!
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713.
The Greatest Of These Is Love!

A billion gifts can come and go from God's eternal Throne,
A billion thoughts we're meant to know, to prove Man's not alone
And prophecies and visions, too, with dreams that come by night
And secrets God could share with you that filled you with delight!
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714.
Arctic Sun, Too

Even the Arctic wolf has plans
On waking from his sleep,
The search for food Man understands,
Those hunger pains run deep...
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715.
From Revelation To Revelation!

How blessed are we, of all Mankind,
With sacred hymns of praise?
With revelation there to find...
To guide us through our days!
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716.
Quite A Writer!

When I was just a child at School, with books upon the shelf,
Each book could be a precious tool and not just for myself.
Yet, in the library, I could learn the writer's skills and more,
To edit words and thus discern what poems were made for.
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717.
A Girl On A Mission!

God's helping hand would lead the way, to guide her safely through,
From early years until today, God saying, 'I love you! '
Presenting her to one and all, with prophecies as well,
As if she were His miracle, with such a tale to tell.
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718.
You Are Highly Appreciated!

Sometimes no distant voice gets heard,
Sometimes no guidance shown,
Sometimes no comfort in God's Word,
Sometimes you feel alone...
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719.
Felines Of The Forest!

The felines of the forest search
Together or alone,
If all at once they feel the urge
To face the great unknown...
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720.
The First Teacher...

One man began, to sit alone,
To muse on thoughts divine,
He didn't sit upon a throne,
His goblet filled with wine…
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