Denis Martindale Poems

The lion and his cub were close,
The father with his son,
Yet for what future, Heaven knows,
The things that would be done...
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The leopard strives to hide away
Somewhere in the shadows,
Yet not always to stalk his prey
Or keep safe from his foes...
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Yes, I am the Jesus poet!
The herald of the Lord
And each truth, I can but show it,
With rhyming words outpoured...
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Through Jesus Christ, His arms unfurled,
What wonders wait in store!
The first two lines transform the world
Through miracles galore!
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The poem knocked upon my door
And waited patiently...
I made it wait a little more
Before I turned the key...
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I had a dream the other night,
At first, a door appeared,
Yet, suddenly, to my delight,
It opened when I neared...
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The present month has almost gone,
The next month's on its way,
For some, this year's the final year,
To laugh, or cry, or pray...
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One hundred days of cold, cold, cold!
One hundred nights as well...
Another Winter to unfold
To rid us of this spell...
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The Bible pages tell us truths,
Some truths God only knows!
Of wayward kings and wayward youths,
Of faithful friends and foes!
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It came to pass in ancient days when Romans roamed the Earth,
A child was born mid angels' praise proclaiming of His worth!
No mortal child was like this child! His Father was the Lord!
His Mother, Mary, undefiled, virginity assured!
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