Blood, Sweat And Tears... Poem by Denis Martindale

When Pontius Pilate gave command
The Son Of God was scourged...
The soldiers led Him by the hand
The day Christ's soul was searched...
And skin slipped off the naked bone
And blood began to pour...
The Son of God stayed there alone,
For more... and more... and more...

The whip had caused His skin to sting,
As more blood trickled down...
The soldiers laughed at Israel's King,
This healer of renown...
How could He claim to be God's Son,
The day no angels came?
Or ever think that He had won,
Now faced with death and shame?

But on Christ walked, till strength gave way,
Till nailed without regard...
Then hoisted high, upon that day,
By men whose hearts were hard...
With Mother Mary seeing all,
Not holding back her tears...
John praying for a miracle,
To God alone who hears...

And still Christ stayed, right where He was,
The Lamb of God at last...
That fateful day, upon that Cross,
Till life itself had passed...
With words of wisdom, words of grace,
Forgiveness to bestow...
Despite His now disfigured face,
More faith and love to show...

Then all the prophecies fulfilled,
The Son of God looked high...
Regardless of His blood that spilled,
Christ prayed, content to die...
Receive My Spirit, Father, please...
And with that came His death...
Who was this man who brought us peace?
Jesus of Nazareth...

He gave His life and death as well,
Regardless of the cost...
Redeeming sinners' souls from Hell,
God's grace to save the lost...
Such that the angels bow before
Our sovereign Lord and King...
For He alone could give no more...
For He gave everything...


Denis Martindale 4th of February 2020.


Words to be sung to the hymn tune AMAZING GRACE...