The Triumph Of The Cross! Poem by Denis Martindale

The Triune God made manifest,
Fulfilling prophecies,
Despite the fact Christ did His best
And was now on His knees,
Beneath the cross-beam forced to bear
Before His Calvary,
Because the Father did not spare
His Son for you and me...

With battered back now torn apart,
With face now marred by hate,
The Saviour's faith stayed in His heart
Salvation to create...
This spectacle for all Mankind
Would change all history,
Though Man was dumb and deaf and blind
To this great travesty...

And hoisted high, the Saviour bled,
From both His hands and feet,
From head-to-toe, His blood was shed,
Salvation to complete...
But death remained, would faith endure
Despite indignity?
If not, then this we know for sure,
There came no victory...

Yet Jesus suffered everything,
Including death's embrace,
The sign above declared Him King,
Despite things taking place...
King of the Jews, wrote Pilate then,
Yet Caesar's majesty
Condemned Christ there, the Light of Men,
Thus came Christ's tragedy...

For God declared such sins would flow,
Like poison in Man's soul,
Rejecting God who loved Man so,
Refusing God's control...
Thus freedom led to Christ's demise,
His death upon the tree,
With no-one there to realise
That He alone was free...

For sinless was His middle name,
His reason to serve God,
To serve, not judge, is why Christ came
And sacrificed His Blood...
He died in utmost darkness there,
He went through agony,
Committing all to God in prayer,
For all eternity...

Would God stand by, let Jesus die,
No angel there to send?
Would God leave people asking, 'Why? '
How could they comprehend?
Yet Satan knew that he had lost!
Grim-faced, with emnity...
For Jesus Christ had paid sin's cost,
Fulfilling prophecy...

The Scriptures told that Christ would die,
Cut off, from life's great gift,
To bring redemption by and by,
The end the God-Man rift...
The triumph of the Cross of Christ
Forgives humanity,
Because His Blood's so highly prized,
He lives in you and me...