The Last Supper Poem by Denis Martindale

When Christ's friends walked His final miles, He still preached unto them,
Before Christ faced the devil's wiles within Jerusalem.
And soon the final day drew close, the time to say farewell,
Before Christ faced men's brutal blows to save lost souls from Hell.
When evening came, Christ blessed the bread and shared it with His friends,
He even blessed the wine so red for each who comprehends.
His body and His blood portrayed by common things for sure,
And yet, once blessed as Jesus prayed, these stayed as so much more.

Christ's last supper, before He bled, was not with lords or kings.
With sombre tones, Christ could have said a thousand tender things,
Yet Christ did more within that hour than millions could have done.
No spectacle, or sign of power, or proof Christ was God's Son.
No running from the coming doom, just perfect love, that's all.
Before the future grave or tomb, and then God's miracle.
For prophecies explained His fate, before the Cross of Christ,
His destiny upon that date, God's servant sacrificed.

'Do this, and thus remember Me, through holy bread and wine.'
Once sanctified as they must be, through His prayer, now divine.
Christ prayed to God with faith to thank this great communion,
And thus disciples ate and drank, as if in unison.
How Judas would have thought of this, each one of us could guess,
It wasn't something to dismiss, but something meant to bless.
Christ offered him a change of mind, but Judas still declined,
There was the bribe he chose to find, as all the others dined.

So Judas left, intent on gain, not knowing what must be,
Not thinking that some cruel men had planned for Calvary.
But Jesus knew and watched him leave, accepting such a loss.
What profits Judas to receive, if Christ dies on His Cross?
With money for his short-term bliss, the day he went astray,
Betraying Jesus with a kiss, that man went on his way.
Christ's crucifixion waited still, then Judgement Day arrived,
The day our Saviour climbed that hill, but then no more survived.

Disciples scattered, yet John stayed with Mary at his side,
Two reasons why God's Son delayed, remaining crucified.
Each Easter tells us what most know, what most have heard before,
Lord Jesus unto death must go, that truth we can't ignore.
Christ died for sinners, oh, so brave, courageous to the end,
Behold the Saviour, strong to save, behold the sinners' friend!
Praise God for Resurrection Day! Praise God Christ chose to die!
Yet every day in every way, I still ask, 'Who am I? '

To think God's Son once died for me, two thousand years ago,
Upon that hill called Calvary, His Blood to overflow.
A Royal Pardon to forgive, the Gospel to proclaim,
Eternal life for us to live, beyond this mortal frame.
Christ's challenge faces each lost soul, beyond both bread and wine,
And each disciple, once made whole, has faith with time to shine.
The King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, our sovereign majesty,
Bestows eternity's rewards to us if we agree.


Denis Martindale.22nd April 2026.


This month, I watched the Gospel film trailer for
THE LAST SUPPER, and then I wrote about this
special Holy Communion topic again.

'Who am I? ' was included as a respectful reminder
of the Elvis Presley Gospel song title, Who Am I?

The King of Kings title refers to two Gospel films.