Denis Martindale Poems
|2402.||The Amazing Spider-Man||7/5/2012|
|2403.||The Rich Man And The Poor Man||5/16/2011|
|2404.||Portrait Of A Prince||7/21/2009|
|2405.||The Beauty Of My Daughter||4/23/2009|
|2406.||Christ: The Light Of The World||3/13/2012|
|2407.||The Little Mermaid||5/22/2012|
|2408.||Mary, Mother Of Jesus||10/22/2003|
|2409.||Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love||10/23/2003|
|2410.||The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love||10/23/2003|
|2412.||Doctor Who And The Tardis||5/19/2013|
|2413.||* The Prince Of Prints||1/31/2011|
|2415.||Patience Is A Virtue||4/25/2009|
|2417.||* The Prestige Of The Poppy||11/1/2010|
|2418.||* I Am An Elephant!||11/2/2013|
|2419.||* 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 ...
Consider artists all alone,
Devoted to each task,
When sometimes standing on their own,
Nobody else to ask,
Unless by prayer they seek advice,
Their instincts have to do,
Perhaps self-taught, now thought as wise,
Or simply painting through...