The Young Messiah Poem by Denis Martindale

When baby Jesus grew and grew,
When words stirred in His mind,
His character was ever new,
Like gold, He was refined...
Though Man opposed God's future King,
Beyond His Virgin birth,
Christ spent His youth in pondering
His destiny and worth...

And as He went, He saw and heard,
Discussed the Scriptures known,
He meditated on God's Word,
Not just Man's thoughts alone...
He learnt of love, He learnt of hate,
Observing life and death,
Yet patience caused God's Son to wait,
For more than Nazareth...

And so the days turned into years,
He lived through sighs and smiles,
Absorbing teachings of His peers,
Rejecting lies and wiles...
Not all beliefs proved truly so,
The Gentiles had no hope,
His faith was high, their faith was low,
His trust helped Him to cope...

By faith He stood His ground each time,
No man to judge or spurn,
With signs and wonders so sublime,
For others to discern...
What is Man worth without the Lord?
A ship, alone at sea,
With stormy weather like a sword
And no serenity...

With Joseph, Mary, children, too,
Each had their part to play,
The Son of Man was guided through,
Yet still He knelt to pray...
God's righteous road was shown to Christ,
The road that God had set,
Until the day that John baptised
The Saviour that He met...


Denis Martindale,22 March 2016.


I saw a trailer for the Gospel film that was on
Revelation TV on Sky Digital, here in the UK.


An outline of the Gospel film is on the decentfilms
website, see the reviews for The Young Messiah.