Denis Martindale Poems
|2481.||The Lion King||5/20/2009|
|2482.||The Beauty Of My Daughter||4/23/2009|
|2483.||Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love||10/23/2003|
|2484.||The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love||10/23/2003|
|2485.||Doctor Who And The Tardis||5/19/2013|
|2487.||* The Prince Of Prints||1/31/2011|
|2488.||Mary, Mother Of Jesus||10/22/2003|
|2492.||Portrait Of A Prince||7/21/2009|
|2493.||* I Am An Elephant!||11/2/2013|
|2494.||* The Prestige Of The Poppy||11/1/2010|
|2495.||Patience Is A Virtue||4/25/2009|
|2496.||* 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 ...
Temptation comes in many forms,
They're mostly human, though...
At first, temptation gently warms,
Then boils to overflow!
As humans, we're weak as water!
What strength can we provide?
When we don't do what we oughta,
Billions of sighs are sighed!
Man's conscience warns and gives us pause...