Christ: The Light Of The World
A nightly vision came to me, as in the dream I slept,
Pertaining to humanity and every tear once wept...
But God refused to let it lie, without a hope or prayer
And on the future, let me spy, my broken heart to spare.
I saw the Earth amid the stars... and sun and moon above,
It teemed with life, as if not sparce, yet here, more than enough.
And this new Earth was beaming light, just like the sun and moon,
It truly was a wondrous sight and to my eyes, a boon!
It simply took my breath away! I asked God to explain...
He said the vision won't delay, the Earth will smile again...
With humans by the billions now, awaiting Christ's return,
Beyond the times God must allow and lessons still to learn...
The Earth was filled with melodies, from both the young and old,
The creatures forming harmonies of greater worth than gold...
Men prayed, Lord, heal the planet, too, let planet Earth be blessed!
Yes, this was what my eyes could view, a new Earth at its best...
Then darkness melted in my mind, to steal the dream within,
As if my very soul was blind, by doubts and pain and sin.
When I awoke upon my bed, the blankets I unfurled
And at God's painting smiled instead: Christ: the Light of the World!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
The poem is based on the famous painting of
Jesus Christ that's known across the world.
William Holman Hunt's picture can be found
on the Internet eg Google images search and
with cross references for St Paul's Cathedral.
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The Plundered Planet Earth
The plundered planet Earth still spins
Around the sun each year,
Both witnesses of all Man's sins,
They know the costs are dear...
The nights can't hide the constant shame,
Of what Mankind has done,
That's why Mankind must bear the blame,
For evils, one-by-one...
The stars still twinkle in the sky
Beyond our silver moon,
Made by the God that men defy,
Across the heavens strewn...
If they could speak, what tales they'd tell,
They'd scream and shout, 'Repent! '
They'd preach of Heaven and of Hell
And Christ whom God has sent...
The plundered planet Earth spins on,
This world on which Christ walked,
This world on which God's light has shone,
This world on which Christ talked...
When Christ returns, what will He say
Of how this world has fared?
If not for faith and hope to pray,
His soul would have despaired...
Yet Jesus knew the path ahead,
The savage rule of Man,
The selfish fool so vainly led
By Lucifer's old plan...
The world itself is more than soil,
Much more than land and sea,
Its battlegrounds are in turmoil
Drenched by Man's cruelty...
The forests dwindle day-by-day,
The wildlife numbers fall,
The poachers steal their lives away,
In time to take them all...
The businessmen still plan their schemes,
The bankers grasp their share...
The Earth still spins despite their dreams,
Distraught, yet still in prayer...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012.
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The Voice And The Vision
'Behold the sun, the moon, the stars! '
I heard the Saviour say!
'Beyond all these, one day you'll pass,
To meet Me here one day...'
And while I knelt in tearful prayer,
A vision was outpoured...
And these two eyes began to stare
At Jesus Christ our Lord!
For there He was and in plain sight,
A vision to behold,
Outshining stars that shone at night,
His glory good as gold!
And when Christ spoke, what words He said,
Foretelling what must be,
Our sacred Saviour, who was dead,
Now sharing prophecy...
Mistakes forgiven, sins as well,
Wrong roads I proudly took,
The day that I was saved from Hell,
Blessed by God's holy book...
And all my troubles were explained,
Lost battles I had fought,
Each victory that I had gained,
Lost souls that I had caught...
'The prophecy must bide its time,
Till Israel owns the land,
Then every truth would be sublime,
For men would understand...
So recall the voice and vision
And preach the prophecy...
Take time to make your decision,
If you will live for Me...'
Lord Jesus blessed me, said, 'Good-bye...'
Ascended to God's Throne...
For now He knew how hard I'd try
To make the Gospel known!
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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Blessed Anticipation
There’s blessing for all who wait, for the rapture and anticipate,
The soon return of our Lord, with the promise of eternal reward,
If longing, in a heart does burn, for the appearing of His return,
That soul will receive in the end, a crown from Christ, my friend.
And there’s blessing upon earth, not just those of eternal worth,
When we hope for Christ’s return; this in Scripture we also learn,
That all who have this Hope within, will be purified from their sin.
Purified, just as Christ is pure, and my friend, there’s even more.
God helps us to live our life anew, while on the earth in all we do,
As Christ allows us to live for Him, as a Light in this world of sin,
Encouraged on life’s narrow way, knowing He can come any day,
To return for us, at anytime, to take us to, our new home sublime.
Presently He’s our Blessed Hope, in a world, as it’s hard to cope,
With wicked men and their ways, Jesus Christ alone is our praise,
For our Lord shall deliver us, from their darkness, in Christ Jesus,
All of those who are found in Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life.
The instruction by God to all, believers in Christ, by Apostle Paul,
Is to encourage one another, about the joy awaiting every brother,
For we’ll all be changed by grace, to see our Lord’s blessed face,
Lifted to a realm eternally pure, to be with our Savior forevermore.
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Lord Jesus Is The Answer!
Across this world God's angels fly
As servants of the Lord
And yet not one for us could die,
God's grace to be outpoured...
That's why God sent His precious Son,
To suffer shame and loss,
So all our hopes are pinned upon
Lord Jesus on the Cross...
Across this world God's word is shared
Like sunshine and like rain,
For God so loved the world He cared
And hopes our love to gain...
That's why the Saviour's Blood was shed,
That's why that day He died,
That's why God raised Him from the dead...
Now Christ is glorified!
Across this world the Saviour smiles
At all the saints He's saved,
For He's the King who reconciles
The ones baptised and bathed...
The Alpha Course explains so much!
God's wondrous truths revealed!
Let Jesus Christ reach down and touch
Your soul so you are healed...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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Do You Believe In God?
The Universe unfolds each day, God's map for lost Mankind,
Yet to the sun and moon some pray with faith that's oh so blind.
The Universe holds secrets still, alignments in the stars,
Perhaps one day we'll get a thrill from Jupiter and Mars.
The Universe sends forth its sounds like Morse Code from above,
But even while noise does the rounds, there's not one word of love.
The Universe has stars to spare and yet what are these worth?
So I believe it's best to care about what's here on Earth.
This Sacred Earth is where Christ trod as He preached to and fro
And where He led the lost to God... and bled... His love to show...
This Sacred Earth stores memories of Calvary and more,
Of Israel and God's prophecies fulfilled and yet in store.
This Sacred Earth still spins in space awaiting Christ's return...
For miracles that must take place and lessons Man must learn.
This Sacred Earth obeys God's Laws - it's us God must forgive.
Faith's choice is mine and also yours. Christ died that we might live.
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2011.
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The Revelation Of The Rapture
It seemed like any other day... No different than before,
Both good and bad and come what may, so who could ask for more?
Yet God knew better than the rest, the Rapture was in store,
Despite the fact nobody guessed, regardless, rich or poor.
Lord Jesus stood and left His Throne and every angel stared,
As He left God to rule alone, for this time now prepared
And every eye watched Jesus leave, as He God's children spared,
It was as if no angel breathed, so fearful that none dared.
Now at the Pearly Gates Christ stood, as they were opened wide,
About to leave God's neighbourhood to prove He never lied.
The Holy Church on Earth has sensed the Groom comes for His Bride,
The world went on with its events, no Scriptures for a guide.
And then the twinkling of an eye! Saints snatched from east to west!
With panicked sinners asking why, as most of them weren't blessed!
With billions on the Internet, search engines there to test,
Mid falling tears of their regret, from fears they each expressed.
Somewhere, somehow, the saints had left, with Earth to pay the price,
As looters laughed at every theft in Satan's paradise...
The Antichrist was then revealed and worshipped as most wise,
Till new believers wouldn't yield, nor offer sacrifice.
But that is then and this is now! There's time to trust the Lord!
Still time to kneel and humbly bow! No sin to be ignored...
Still time to find the Cross of Christ! To pray for grace outpoured.
Still time! No need to be surprised! Just saved, your soul restored!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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A Poem For Denis
Last night, I dreamt and what a dream, in Heaven, there I stood
And walked beside a silver stream that blessed the neighbourhood.
Ten angels flew above my head and pointed where to go.
I changed direction there instead, towards the holy glow.
Lord Jesus welcomed me within and then gave me a crown.
To Him, I was both kith and kin, as He bid me sit down.
A scroll appeared to float mid air and Jesus read it out.
He said to listen close then share with those still prone to doubt.
The poem spoke of many things and prophecies as well
And warned that even mighty kings might even go to Hell.
I trembled as the Lord relayed the future fearful years,
Declaring even those that prayed would bear their share of tears...
The noble soul would cling to Christ by faith and faith alone,
Recalling what He sacrificed in order to atone...
Yet scoffers had no hope at all, for nothing could be done
For those who wouldn't heed God's call and trust His only Son.
That's why the judgments must be sent, each sinner to be judged,
Such times come not by accident, else innocence is touched.
So mark it well and watch the stars, as secrets are revealed
Beyond the realm of calendars, come stars as yet concealed.
The sun and moon must spin in space as God commands them to,
Till Christians meet Christ face-to-face and bid this world, 'Adieu! '
The poem ended suddenly and I woke up dismayed
And as such times seemed close to me, I prayed and prayed and prayed.
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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Silver Tears Yet Golden Years
Our babies' tears are commonplace,
They cry at anything...
Yet when I looked at Christ's sad face,
Those tears were from a king...
Not just a king, not just a lord,
But total royalty...
And from His death, I stood assured,
Because He died for me...
Disciples know sins have a price,
An innocent must die...
With Christ, a willing sacrifice,
The cost to Him was high...
With no way out, He shed His Blood,
To mingle with His tears...
Forgiveness through the Son of God
That trickles through the years...
A billion prayers are prayed each day
By saints across the world,
Declaring Jesus is The Way,
Triumphant, arms unfurled...
With miracles for young and old,
With prophecies so true,
To be fulfilled as good as gold
And visions meant for you...
Behold, the challenge! Save the lost!
Declare Good News to all,
Lord Jesus Christ has paid the cost!
Explained by Brother Paul...
Like John and James and Peter taught,
In Bible books preserved,
Our precious souls by Christ were bought,
By God's grace, through His Word...
No man can boast he saved his soul
With sins against his name,
For sins when he lost self-control
That cause his conscience shame,
Yet Jesus takes those sins away!
As far from East to West,
His Royal Pardon saves the day!
Through Him, this world is blessed...
But who believes God's great Good News?
Salvation! Saved by faith!
Made plain to Gentiles and to Jews,
So that they might be brave...
Enough to kneel, to pray, to yield,
To trust in Christ the King...
Obedient to God's grace revealed...
To me, that's everything!
When Christ returns, who will He find
Who's faithful to the end?
Who wants to leave this world behind
And join Him as their friend,
To leave their house, their street, their town,
The planet Earth below...
Past silver tears still falling down
For golden years to know?
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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The Sinner's Prayer
The old man died, his spirit rose
And left the Earth behind...
Towards a place God only shows
To those He chose to find...
And this old man began to think
Of sins that he had done
Such that his faith began to sink
And hopes died one-by-one...
Along the Path of Righteousness
The old man had to stroll...
With thoughts his life was one long mess
For he lacked self-control,
Why God would love a man like him,
He could not comprehend
And with these doubts filled to the brim,
How could his spirit mend?
As he walked on, the Pearly Gate
Came suddenly in view...
As he prepared to face his fate,
God whispered, 'I love you! '
And all at once the man wept sore,
Because of all his sin
And God saw all his tears outpour
And rushed to let him in...
The man looked at the angels there,
Their wings were tipped with gold,
He saw such sights beyond compare,
So glorious to behold...
The angels sung such harmonies
The man wept sore and then
He humbly fell upon his knees...
'Let me go back again! '
God asked him why he sought to leave
And so the man explained,
'I cannot stay for I would grieve
With so much to be gained...
For back on Earth, where sin is rife,
Lost sinners go astray...
I need to preach eternal life
And warn of Judgment Day! '
God held him close and He wept, too,
'Return with all My love! '
That's how so many millions knew
What that man found above...
And millions wept the whole world wide
To think of what it cost,
For sinners, Christ was crucified...
That He might save the lost...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012.
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The Missing Poem
When life was done, my soul left Earth,
Thus I was Heaven bound,
Perhaps to prove my works had worth
Based on the faith I found...
So I flew high above the sky,
Past sun, moon, stars and more
And only when I'd left them by,
Could I see Heaven's door...
As I approached, it opened wide,
I landed gently down...
On holy ground I stood inside,
An angel held my crown...
I put it on, he held my hand
And led me to and fro,
Across this precious wondrous land
God only could bestow...
Within the Palace of the King
The angel bid me walk,
Then he flew off, more saints to bring,
While Christ and I would talk...
The Saviour smiled, explaining all,
My good works known full well,
As were the times He saw me fall,
Sad times I went through Hell...
My book of poems then appeared,
He said, 'One's missing, friend...'
And while the Saviour stroked His beard,
I failed to comprehend...
An angel with a scroll came close,
The poem to recite
And I recalled the lines of prose
Which I refused to write...
'You were a prophet till that day!
But suddenly you spurned
The Gospel Truth that showed the way
So others could have learned! '
The Lord let out a weary sigh...
'A thousand souls were lost!
Without that poem each would die,
Unsaved to pay the cost! '
'Then send me back! I'll make amends!
I'll share it everywhere!
Translate it for God's foreign friends,
Close to the Sinner's Prayer!
I'll sell the house, the car, the yacht,
I'll preach for all I'm worth!
I'll give it everything I've got!
Please send me back to Earth! '
Christ shook my hand, bid me depart,
A second chance to save,
Then laid His hand upon my heart
And told me to be brave...
A second later, life began
And with it, clemency...
And since then I've revealed God's plan,
Christ's love and Calvary!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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The Day The Devil Lost
The Devil tried his level best
The day that Jesus died,
But even he was so hard pressed,
Temptations every side...
The multitude had swayed like corn
From love to fear then hate,
To see Lord Jesus so forlorn,
As if no longer great...
The evidence against Him stood,
Yet witnesses were mixed,
But finally they did no good,
As if their words were fixed...
When Pilate met the beaten Lord
He saw no victory,
Nor was the crowd as overawed...
Barabbas was set free...
The Devil then had no way out
Unless Christ wavered now,
Yet Jesus walked beyond their doubt,
His crown upon His brow...
The Cross was now His sacrifice,
Would Jesus die or not?
Would Jesus falter and think twice
Or just submit to God?
The hours left yet Jesus stayed,
No angels to appear,
No rescue bid as Christ obeyed
Till death was oh so near...
His Blood fell down upon the Earth
As Jesus paid sins' cost,
The day the Saviour proved His worth...
The day the Devil lost...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
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More Poems Still To Do
It happened as I climbed the stairs, time frozen, in a spell,
So suddenly, no time for prayers, twixt Heaven, Earth and Hell.
Amid these great realities, stood my immortal soul,
Yet there I sensed a heartfelt peace, though I had no control.
I heard the voice of Jesus Christ, who told me who He was,
That for my sins, life sacrificed, as He bled on the Cross...
He bid me follow, I obeyed, then Heaven was revealed,
With Earth and Hell to fade and fade, as they were both concealed.
The entrance to God's wondrous place was slowly opened wide,
To bring a smile upon my face as I then walked inside.
I trembled as the Lord appeared and worshipped on my knees,
To stand again as Jesus neared... Behold, the Prince of Peace!
Yet why was I alone this way, was this my interview?
What were the words that I should say, except for 'I love You! '?
And so it was, I simply sighed... He smiled as we walked on,
Upto my home God's Son supplied, then quickly, He was gone!
A loneliness then filled my heart, my spirit drained as dead,
As if my world was torn apart, with nothing in its stead.
Without the Lord, what was it worth? No angel died for me.
Is this the fate that I deserve, for all eternity?
As I explored God's Paradise, with beauty left and right,
Its precious glory filled my eyes and yet gave no insight.
But then a pilgrim called my name, he ran and shook my hand!
As if I had my share of fame within this holy land...
'I've read your poems, friend, well done! ' I nodded in reply,
Then asked if he had seen God's Son, who never said, 'Goodbye! '
'Yes, that's to make you love Him more! To miss Him for a while!
Then once alone, to go, explore... It's not meant as a trial...'
Then other pilgrims gathered round, sweet words now reciting...
Quoting some hymns and poems found from my Christian writing.
I felt I was an honoured guest from all the things I learned.
When I was moved and truly blessed, it's then the Lord returned!
Lord Jesus told me I must leave! More poems still to do!
I gasped as I could barely breathe, amazed, with just one clue.
Then suddenly, I stood again, upon the stairs... on Earth...
A mortal, just as other men... yet with a sense of worth...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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The Rapture Of The Righteous
My day began like any day without a single care,
Yet in my thoughts I had to pray, for I became aware...
My life had changed, this much I knew, for something made me shake
And this effect just grew and grew until a great earthquake!
Where was my wife? Where was my son? The streets had split in two!
I knew right then I had to run! Where to? I had no clue.
The chaos led to screams and screams as buildings crumbled down
And in the midst of these extremes, a voice I couldn't drown...
'You had been warned a long, long time and it has happened now.'
My life no longer worth a dime because of it somehow...
Then I saw people vapourise, completely disappear!
So many gone before my eyes that I was filled with fear...
The voice declared, 'The ones you love have both been caught away,
The Lord has called them up above, today, this very day! '
The unsaved sought the Christians left, to hold on tight then flee,
They stayed on Earth and felt bereft when God did not agree!
The unsaved wept, right where they were, as if they had no worth,
While Christians left behind a blur as witness to the Earth...
But then the voice called out my name, my body thus obeyed,
I left then saw a holy flame, such that I was afraid...
But wait, it was the Saviour's face! The King of Calvary!
The Lord who died to grant me grace reached out His hand to me...
Lost in that moment for a while, all I could do was kneel...
As I looked up, I saw Christ smile and knew these things were real.
Although I wept for lost Mankind, I knew my sins were waived...
I left the sinful Earth behind, for faith meant I was saved!
I prayed they'd read the Gospel text for Gentile and for Jew...
Christ told me what would happen next, but what more could I do?
Christ led me gently by the hand, explaining verse by verse,
Foretelling what the Lord had planned, before the world got worse!
My family were spared today, my wife, my son and I...
God's Revelations paved the way, in the twinkling of an eye!
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.
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The Tale Of Two Poets
Though dreams may come and dreams may go,
One dream stays in my mind...
It was of Christ, that much I know,
Yet modern day to find...
He preached to poets in a crowd,
To all men everywhere,
If of the Gospel they are proud
And still intent on prayer.
Christ told the tale of modern men,
Two poets side-by-side,
Who chose computers, not the pen,
Their poems to provide...
Each seated there before the screen,
Content to type away...
Until God chose to intervene...
One solemn fateful day...
Computer hard drives don't last long,
Two poets soon observed...
Technology is not that strong...
The poets were unnerved!
The first decided he'd update
And buy a new PC...
The second chose to hesitate
And chose to disagree...
His first intent was to replace
And yet he had his doubts!
Another PC to embrace?
With all its perks and pouts?
With all its programs to download?
With all its joy and pain...
Oh, no! he sighed. Forget that road!
I'll not go there again!
Instead, he gave up poetry!
He sold the things he could
And gave the cash to charity,
Perchance to do some good!
When God looked down, He loved each one,
For each heart had its worth...
And blessed them both for what they'd done,
Since each one blessed the Earth...
The crowd agreed, if God was pleased
And every poet prayed
And thus, by faith, from great to least,
Continued unafraid...
Their poetry spread far and wide,
To north, south, east and west...
Revitalised by Christ inside
Who helped them write their best!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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The Master's Hand
The painter was a genius,
His pupil knew this well,
For in the times that they discuss
They bond as in a spell...
They think such thoughts that change their art,
Their purpose and their style,
Such that new wisdom can impart
Its reasons for a smile...
The pupil spent a whole weekend
Within the studio,
Together with his brand new friend,
Who seemed all things to know...
The painting pupil's Easter scene
Was called The Cross of Christ.
Behold the Man... The Nazarene...
God's Lamb here sacrificed...
The pupil thought his painting done
When Sunday night came round,
He smiled as if a war was won,
As if a treasure found...
The master painter let him leave
So he could travel home
And yet Christ's painting made him grieve
The cruelty of Rome...
And in the night, he painted on,
Transforming here and there,
A stream of light to shine upon
The Saviour's bleeding hair...
With Pilate's words now coloured gold,
For all the world to see
The greatest story ever told...
Christ died for you and me...
When morning came, he painted still,
The gamblers at Christ's feet,
The thieves who died there on that hill,
The sort you'd hate to meet...
The scoffers in the crowd below
And Mary full of tears...
The crown of thorns, Christ's blood in flow,
While Satan stares and cheers...
Then something new the painter felt
That he should add that day...
A weeping angel humbly knelt
At Christ's feet there to pray...
He was Death's angel sent ahead
To see Christ crucified
And then to wait till Christ was dead
Before His blood had dried...
Then all was done... the painter wept...
The masterpiece complete...
He went to sleep and gently slept
And felt a peace so sweet...
That night, the pupil had returned,
He saw the work of art
And thus a new respect was earned
That stayed within his heart...
The exhibition hall was filled
The day it was on show
And everybody there was thrilled
With faces all aglow...
The Cross of Christ is famous now,
With posters sold worldwide,
For God was in that work somehow,
Just like when Jesus died...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
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Count The Cost
Lord Jesus said to count the cost
Before you follow Him,
Before you seek to save the lost,
Each called as God's pilgrim...
For there are demons left and right,
With scoffers dead ahead
And darkness that's as black as night,
For which Lord Jesus bled...
Lord Jesus said to walk with love,
Yet love's more than a kiss,
Yet God grants you with grace enough
That you won't go amiss...
If you but clasp it to your chests
With footsteps borne of faith,
You may be liked as welcomed guests,
In time, some souls to save...
Lord Jesus said that talk was cheap,
Your actions prove your worth
And what you sow is what you reap,
Like wheat upon this Earth...
The legacy that each would leave
When your life's work is done,
Must merit what you will receive,
Rewarded by God's Son...
Lord Jesus said to count the cost
And most knew what He meant,
Though Jesus Christ was double-crossed,
To His own cross He went...
No angels called to rescue Christ
From what God had revealed,
The Lamb of God was sacrificed
And by His stripes we're healed...
Lord Jesus said eternity
Was offered to the wise
And such were bought at Calvary
Before God's Son would rise...
Evangelists are born not made,
Faithful fishers of men...
That's why the cost is sometimes paid
By Christians now and then...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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The Sacred Sacrifice
Jerusalem, what could you see
When Jesus met His end?
For things were borne of secrecy
On that we can depend...
Tortured teacher, ripped Rabboni,
Lamentful Lamb of God,
God's Son who died for you, for me,
Who shed His own life's blood...
Love beaten, scourged and crucified,
Submitting to control,
The Sinner's Friend was He who died
To save each tainted soul...
No easy task, one heart to bear,
Yet Jesus paid the price,
Upon the Cross of Christ in prayer,
His sacred sacrifice...
And not enough till all was done,
Each prophecy fulfilled,
Such that we know Christ was God's son
When all had been revealed...
Thus Mary wept amid the crowd
When Christ was taken down,
Her righteous tears fell on His shroud
Still blood-stained from His crown...
His body lifted, borne away,
Amid the gruesome gloom,
Light of the world at end of day
Lay resting in His tomb...
No more the touring teacher known
To travel to and fro,
He humbly lay there all alone,
Apart from friend or foe...
But we know now, Lord Jesus lives,
To fight the good fight still
And that through Him our God forgives,
If we but do His will...
And this is why forgiveness spreads
Across both time and space,
For every time we bow our heads,
God sees our Saviour's face...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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God's Precious Perfect Plan
Before my soul was granted here
Within my Mother's womb,
Until my birth when she was near
In my delivery room,
God held my soul within His hand,
Then bid me live my way,
Until the time I'd understand,
As I began to pray...
From that day forth, my fate was sealed,
Both good and bad to know,
Sometimes the road ahead concealed,
Then blindly I would go...
Amid the fog and snow and storm,
Amid the darkest night,
To question if God's love was warm
When there was no insight...
But dark days strengthen hearts of gold,
Though painful they may be
And yet what lessons we behold
From Christ and Calvary...
My youth was but a blur in time,
A streaming streak, no more,
But then I met the Lord sublime
And felt His love outpour...
This dream I dreamt changed everything,
I stood there on a hill
And in the distance, Christ the King,
Was on His Cross, not still,
For He was writhing there in pain,
A twisting silhouette,
To die for me, to clear sin's stain,
To pay off every debt...
Then suddenly, a beam of light
From Heaven shone straight down
Upon Christ's Cross with all God's might
And on Christ's briar crown...
Then light reflecting came my way,
Engulfing me with heat,
A golden glow as if to say,
Today in love we meet...
God's precious perfect plan was known,
Through Christ and Calvary...
God's love for me was clearly shown
For all eternity...
No more could I regard my dreams
As mine when Christ had died,
To concentrate upon my schemes,
Once He was crucified...
Though billions go to sleep each night,
Will they dream dreams like mine,
To stand within God's golden light
And shine and shine and shine?
Or will the darkness from closed eyes,
From closed thoughts and closed minds,
Cause them to never realise
God's prophecies and signs?
So I'm praying every hour
That mortal life extends,
For the Lord's love and His power,
On which each friend depends...
What is His plan? What must I do?
How best to save the lost?
Now saved, I must save others, too,
And not just count the cost...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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Gethsemane Miracle!
Alone He walked for private prayer, disciples holding fast,
Christ's countenance that of despair, His hour had come at last.
Gethsemane was quiet now, as twilight there encroached,
As Christ's head bore a bloodied brow, temptation thus approached.
And there were whispers in His mind that matched His fearful heart,
Perhaps the Cross of Christ to find, perhaps chance to depart.
Was there still hope? Or some way out? Was there escape for Him?
Or was there now no single doubt, God's cup filled to the brim?
Lord Jesus prayed as trembling hands conveyed His weakened state,
Obedience to God's commands or some new twist of fate?
Three times to pray the cup might pass, in case God chose this path,
Three times and each with mercy scarce, one choice, Christ's epitaph.
And then an angel there appeared to strengthen Christ with faith,
Convincing Him that though death neared, Christ only Man could save.
For that one angel, give God praise, he helped the Lord stay true,
For blessed is He who still obeys and sees salvation through.
Who knows what words were said that night as Jesus stood His ground?
For courage came instead of fright, with God's grace all around.
And though disciples slept nearby, fatigued by all they'd done,
The Saviour's faith was flying high, like eagles 'neath the sun.
He groaned that they no angel saw, that blessing they had missed!
Then came the traitor to the fore and he, Christ's cheek had kissed.
The hour here, the Lord stood still, no coward soul was He,
Because He climbed up Calvary's hill, the rest is history.
The time will come, when each is called to give the Lord account,
Of each word spoken, typed or scrawled, of great and small amount.
Yet if we saw an angel here, like Jesus did that time,
Perhaps we'd find bold faith not fear and lives would be sublime.
Behind the scenes, a war is waged, as good and evil fight,
If evil makes you so enraged, then fight with all your might.
To think, that angels visit Earth, to think that one helped Christ.
And though unnamed, each one has worth, more than we've realised...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
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Keep Calm Jesus Loves You
I read the poster dead ahead
Which God told me to view,
A simple truth right there was spread,
'KEEP CALM JESUS LOVES YOU'
And though, at first, it seemed benign,
I asked, 'Was it sincere? '
If so, then everything was fine,
From then on, crystal clear...
There was no image of God's Son,
Good Shepherd, Lamb of God,
In fact, it was so simply done,
At first, it seemed quite odd...
Like slogans snatched from World War Two,
Revisited again,
The kind that told folks what to do,
'BE BRAVE AND ACT AS MEN'...
There was no cross of Jesus Christ,
With I.N.R.I. up above,
No mention He was sacrificed
As God's great King of Love...
Just five words there in capitals,
As if God had them planned
In answer to the Prayer of Paul's,
Five words we'd understand...
The message was for hearts to know,
A gesture of goodwill,
My heart felt blessed it was on show,
In fact, I felt a thrill...
It struck a chord, it made me smile,
It simply made my day,
It helped me walk the second mile,
As I went on my way...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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