God's Breath of Fresh Air
As the Lord looked on the nations,
He sighed at all He saw,
Though He gave them revelations,
They still despised His Law...
Though He prophesied the future,
In hopes they'd understand,
Each time they saw these truths occur,
They doubted what He'd planned...
The Last Days came as prophesied
With Israel newly-formed
And with the blessing God supplied,
Some hearts were gently warmed...
Now Christians woke up from their sleep
With satellite TV
And asked their partners to dig deep
For each new ministry...
God's breath of fresh air crossed the Earth
With millions saved each week,
Who celebrate the Saviour's birth
For they know He's unique...
The greatest story ever told
Is taught both night and day
Through preaching that's thought good as gold
By those who fast and pray...
(June 2011)
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From That Child
The Christ Child born in Bethlehem, in Israel would bring to them,
Peace and Hope upon the earth, through our Lord’s special birth;
The virgin birth was God’s sign, that this baby was indeed divine,
And prophecies He would fulfill, through that tiny nation of Israel.
That Child would become a man, and carry out The Father’s Plan,
To save His people from their sin, all of those, who’d turn to Him.
The son given to Mary and Joseph, that carpenter from Nazareth,
Where it was even said by some, what good from it could come?
So that nation would then reject, The Savior sent for God’s Elect,
By turning away from God’s Will, as a whole, the Nation of Israel,
Ignoring what Isaiah prophesied, their Savior sent, they despised,
So The God of Israel would turn to, Gentiles such as me and you.
And that is where we are today, far from that baby laid in the hay,
Now seated at God’s Right Hand, His Salvation is for every land;
As believers throughout the world, are sent forth to be His herald,
Before He comes back to fulfill, God’s promises to chosen Israel.
When He’ll be sent back by God, to rule all earth with an Iron Rod,
As Christ reigns from Jerusalem, over all nations for a Millennium,
This after Christ returns in Majesty, and every eye in Israel will see,
The Lord and God of every nation, Israel’s long awaited Salvation.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
The Angel Told Me
Our little girl walked in the house,
I knew something was wrong...
And that is why I told my spouse,
In case we must be strong...
Our daughter was a gentle child,
Not given to pretence,
Completely calm, not acting wild,
A credit to her friends...
That day was different, we could tell,
No smile upon her face,
As if amazed, she sat a spell,
Recalling what took place...
'I've seen an angel! ' she explained,
'His wings were ten feet wide! '
And when she spoke, her voice was strained,
As if choked up inside...
The Doctor came and heard her tale
When we had left the room,
When he returned, he looked so pale,
His face so full of gloom...
'She told me things nobody knew
Except myself alone!
Nobody else would have a clue,
There's no way she'd have known! '
We asked him what had happened next,
He gulped and cleared his throat...
As if his very soul was vexed
And with no antidote!
'She prophesied as she was told...
The angel that she met,
Has silver hair and wings of gold,
That's why she can't forget...'
'Has she gone mad! ? ' we asked him straight.
'My friends, no need to fear...
This is God's will, her chosen fate,
Of that be crystal clear! '
So we calmed down and went to her
And kissed her just the same,
She prophesied what would occur...
We praised our Saviour's name...
In time, the prophecies came true,
Just as the angel said...
We prayed, 'Lord tell us what to do,
So that we might be led...'
The Saviour's voice spoke soft and low
And we thanked God because,
Christ said, 'Tell everyone you know
Why I died on the Cross...'
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Eternal Legacy
The dream began with distant stars, the sun and moon in view.
I looked at Venus, then at Mars and then I saw Earth, too.
Then suddenly they disappeared! No longer in my sight!
What meant the vision that I feared? For all went black as night!
I heard a voice! It stopped my heart! It filled my soul with grief!
Tranquillity was torn apart to question my belief!
I sensed this was the King of Kings, Jesus, the Lord of Lords!
The One of whom each angel sings, the bringer of rewards!
'What's your eternal legacy? ' The Saviour asked me straight.
I showed no sign of certainty and had to make Him wait.
I thought of every noble deed that I had ever done
In answer to the Holy Creed in service to God's Son.
'You know the good, You know the bad! The future's yet to be!
What more have I that's left to add? What extra legacy?
Beyond the property I leave, upon my final breath,
What more on Earth can You receive that follows from my death? '
Then Jesus said, 'Pray for the Jews! Pray for Jerusalem!
Pray for lost souls so they may choose the blood I shed for them!
Ask God to guide your daily path, for light to lead the way,
Before men read your epitaph, save souls from Judgment Day! '
With that a silence followed on... I rose to greet the morn...
The truths He shared have never gone... they meet me every dawn!
I'll not forget the way He spoke that time I lay asleep...
For in that dream, before I woke, I heard my Saviour weep...
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Building the Foundation
God's Holy Spirit tells us straight, lost souls will one day die...
Then what have they to celebrate? Salvation's past them by!
We've got the means to preach worldwide, it's time to count the cost.
Christ gave His all when crucified... Please give to save the lost...
When Christians pray, God bends an ear... He studies every word...
How many pray to God each year? The truth is somewhat blurred...
Of those who love Him most of all, obedience is king...
They serve the Saviour just like Paul, who gave God everything...
The rest resist God's perfect plan, they wander to and fro,
Sometimes they serve the Son of Man, sometimes they just say, 'No...'
Sometimes they offer words of praise, sometimes they seek the Lord...
At other times, they act like strays, the Shepherd they've ignored...
God wants to build His Kingdom now, not for some future time,
Not for some future heads to bow, but now, while in our prime...
Today's the day... this unique day... this moment must pass soon.
What must we do? We must obey... Don't wait to watch the moon...
God's Holy Spirit tells us straight, lost souls will one day die...
Then what have they to celebrate? Salvation's past them by!
We've got the means to preach worldwide, it's time to count the cost.
Christ gave His all when crucified... Please give to save the lost...
(July 2011)
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Who Is Jesus Of Nazareth?
Who is Jesus of Nazareth? God's truth I'll tell you now!
A miracle by virgin birth blessed Mary would allow.
Through David's royal line this child was long since prophesied...
In Bethlehem, God reconciled each promise He supplied.
From Genesis, we learn of Christ, the title Jesus owns.
And from the moment He's baptised, He's led till He atones...
He's called the holy Lamb of God, He's called the Prince of Peace,
He's called to sacrifice His Blood to gain the Kingdom's keys!
He called Himself the Sinner's Friend! None else could pay the price!
Enduring all until the end, He is our sacrifice...
God helped Him to fulfil His goals! God tells us to repent...
No other name can save lost souls! No second Son was sent!
Made perfect through His suffering, God raised Him from the dead...
From solid rock recovering the life's blood that He shed!
He prophesied that this would show He was God's Son and more
And share God's Spirit here below, so Christians could be sure!
Yes, sure and certain, strong to save is Jesus, Lord and King
And blessed are those who pray with faith like eagles on the wing!
Disciples stand against the night! They preach of Calvary!
At times to pray with all their might, 'Lord, set sin's captives free! '
Eternity awaits us all, God wants each soul to live...
It's up to us to hear God's call, else He cannot forgive...
A billion here, a billion there... God knows we've misbehaved...
Lord Jesus, You've made us aware how much we must be saved!
The poem is written on hearing of Howard Conder's
Revelation TV programme, 'Who Is Jesus Of Nazareth? '
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Comfort One Another
If you've got hope, if you've got love,
Comfort one another...
For this will please the Lord above,
Jesus Christ, our Brother...
Though all like sheep have gone astray,
Consider what He's done,
For He Himself taught us to pray,
So that we might be one...
That's why we pray... through smiles, through tears,
Through all that life provides.
For God is faithful through the years,
Through centuries, God guides...
We're not alone by day or night,
Lord Jesus never leaves,
Because in us He takes delight,
He's in the air each breathes...
The same air Jesus breathed on Earth,
Still circulates around,
It's in each child that's granted birth...
Yes, everywhere it's found...
This world awaits the Son of Man,
Just like the Bride of Christ...
God's prophecies reveal God's plan,
As yet unrealised...
Be patient, children of the Lord...
Hold fast to faith within,
For not one prayer shall be ignored,
Therefore, let's not give in...
As long as there are stars above,
As long as Israel stands,
The world is held by Christ above,
Safe in the Saviour's hands...
(July 2011/Written especially for Voice In The Wilderness)
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A Future To Know
Many say that the future's unknown, but, to many, God has shown,
What the future, for all shall be, throughout the pages of prophecy,
Words of God, indeed foretold, to His people, by prophets of old,
Warning men of dark times ahead, filling many with fear and dread.
A lot of prophecies were fulfilled, precisely as The Lord God willed,
All in accordance to God's Word, which, many of His people heard,
Prophecies to God's chosen nation, as to Judgment and Salvation,
Concerning God's promise to Israel, a covenant oath He shall fulfill.
All throughout God's Revelation, are words spoken to every nation,
Words beyond His Hebrew country, to people just like you and me,
God's Word about their judgment, of which, The Lord will not relent,
To judge all of Israel's enemies, which shall fulfill future prophecies.
Dark times for all, sure will come, but, God to all, revealed His Son,
Promised light to Gentile nations, offering from Israel His Salvation,
Extending salvation to all the world, is what for God we now herald,
Deliverance accessible to everyone, through Christ, His Eternal Son.
God prophesied the death of Christ, offering to all men Eternal Life,
His resurrection, He prophesied, as now He lives, although He died,
God's coming back for all of us, those who belong to Christ Jesus,
Then after His Judgment is unfurled, Christ will rule this entire world.
The Lord's Scepter Shall Never Depart
God chose the man Abram to start his plan of reconciliation,
He believed and his descendents would be a mighty little nation.
When God first spoke to Abram, he told him to leave his relations,
Later changing his name to Abraham, as the father of many nations.
For through his seed God would bless all the nations of the earth,
Later Isaiah prophesied this seed would come through a virgin birth.
From the tribe of Judah the Lord's Scepter shall never depart,
True Words spoken by Isaac’s son Jacob, right from his heart.
This was Jacob's blessing to his son Judah at his departure,
Spoke for the Father of All Nations, Judah couldn't be any surer.
God began to fulfill His promise with one of Judah's very own,
For through King David He would establish an everlasting throne.
God used his son Solomon to build a temple in Jerusalem for The Lord.
Through Nathan, God told David that his Kingdom would forever endure.
Although the Kingdom grew great under Solomon, his heart turned away,
So God tore away the Kingdom, but for David's sake Judah He let stay.
It will be The Lion of Judah, who fulfills the promise of The Lord,
It is under Christ, The Son of David, that the land will be restored.
However, many countries will be left out of God's plan of Salvation,
For they have harbored hatred and despised this tiny little nation.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
Baby Jesus is the Gift of Life
Happy Day, Happy Day
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Good, The Lord is Good
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give rise to the Lord
Give rise to the Lord
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Baby Jesus has been born
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We celebrate this Day
We celebrate this Day
The building of truths
The building of temples
We worship this day
We worship this night
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Gives rise to this occasion
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We pray for you dear Lord
That our ancestors will follow
That our souls will be redeemed
Before the stars of this great Light
The Breath of Life
Is our God-Given right
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Nights
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Light
The Lord made the heavens
To govern the days and nights
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Christmas Day has come
Christmas Day is fun
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give Glory to the Lord
Give Glory to the Lord
Memories of tradition
Memories of this season
We decorate our tree
We decorate our Wise men
Soon great nations will follow
Soon great nations will follow
We are free to worship
We are free to pray
The stars of Jesus
Are the stars of Light
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Miracles from Heaven
Show the great disciples singing
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
We thank-you Baby Jesus for this tree
T+he gift of Life!
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The Cross Foretold
Seven hundred years before Jesus Christ ever walked on the earth,
Isaiah prophesied that He would be born through a virgin birth,
There was much misunderstanding in the land by those who heard it,
As they simply didn’t understand it would be through The Holy Spirit.
He would be born in a little town near Jerusalem called Bethlehem,
His name will be Jesus, for He will save His people from their sin.
Isaiah went on to explain the cross in Christ’s life as he appealed,
Who has believed and to whom has the arm of The Lord been revealed?
He, having no beauty or majesty, and having no appearance of a king,
Was not desired, but despised, rejected and familiar with suffering.
Although there was nothing in His appearance for them to desire Him,
God’s desire for them was to make His Son one-day a guilt offering.
As Isaiah compared us to sheep going astray, each of us his own way,
Jesus would be afflicted and by oppression and Judgment taken away,
Taken away on a Roman cross to be pierced and afflicted with our sin,
And His appearance was so disfigured, that many were appalled at Him.
It was the nation of Israel, to whom this message was first revealed,
He was despised and rejected, but it’s by His wounds they are healed.
Isaiah assures his people that Jesus will be back to save their land,
It’s then they will see what they were not told and truly understand.
(Copyright © 05/2002)
The End of Grace
The end of an age, an era of time, an age of grace, by God's Design,
A time when The Law was fulfilled, through Christ, as God had willed,
To deal with nations as a whole, a time of God's Grace for every soul,
For all to embrace His Revelation; the time to accept God's Salvation.
Are we now at the end of an age, when God's ready to turn the page?
To turn the present page of history, in a way which all people will see!
A time, when all nations in this world, shall see a darker time unfurled,
The change appearing subtle at first, shall go down as history's worst.
With Christ's True Church removed, all the nations become behooved,
To deal with the changing time, not through God's, but of their design,
By exalting one leader over all, the nations and peoples big and small,
Forcing all who dwell on the earth, to honor that man with divine worth.
This, while God continues His Plan, to deal with every nation and man,
As a world leader promises peace, God deals with Israel and enemies,
While Eternal God divinely wages war, from Heaven, like never before,
To rescue Israel from every nation, as prophesied in God's Revelation.
So, are you really ready dear friend, when this Age comes to and end?
Are you ready for what comes before, God on grace, closes the door?
As The Lord God raptures everyone, who belongs to His Beloved Son,
Saved, through God's only Salvation, from the wrath of the Tribulation.
No Excuse This Time
The Lord was sent by The Father, in our place, to the earth to die,
And even worse The Lord died with two wicked criminals at His side.
While watching Christ die one of them humbled himself and believed,
And Christ responded by saying today with Me in Paradise you will be.
While the first criminal hurled blasphemous insults at him instead,
But from the cross of the Savior, as was prophesied nothing was said.
For those responsible, as Christ was dying, for their hearts He knew,
He asked The Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do.
But we have the complete Bible, and the indwelling of The Spirit too,
So a plea of ignorance won't be an excuse for people like me and you.
For even Hosea said my people are destroyed from lack of knowledge.
The people Hosea speaks of are Israel in this Old Testament passage.
Although He is forgiving, since God's sent Messiah was not cherished,
Zechariah states that two thirds of the nation of Israel will perish.
And today many will refuse to love the truth, for they are foolish,
So they will not be saved and just like Israel, they too will perish.
For in the end there will be many who shall deceive and be deceived,
But fear not for The Lord's return is closer then when you believed.
Although many skeptics through willful ignorance say this won't be,
Just wait patiently my friend, for when He comes every eye shall see.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
The Poet that Prayed
A precious pilgrim poet prayed
Because no words would come,
He asked God if he'd disobeyed,
Because his heart felt numb...
A vision formed within his mind,
Like none he'd seen before,
With white-hot furnace gold refined
God stretched from shore to shore...
Like molten lava from the Lord,
The streets were paved with gold...
As if God's grace had been outpoured
For all men to behold...
As if the old paths must be changed,
Transformed by Jesus Christ
And once the streets were rearranged,
God's might was realised...
Thus those that fled could now return,
When God made all things new,
With wonders they could share and learn,
To know what they must do...
The poet asked the Lord's advice,
Were these streets here on Earth,
Or were they streets in Paradise
And of some future worth?
The Lord replied, the streets were those
Where Gospel truths are taught...
Where love can blossom like the rose,
Through peace that Christ has bought...
His Blood atones for souls set free,
No matter, young or old...
It's by our faith in Calvary,
Saints' streets are paved with gold...
(July 2011)
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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.
This poem is based on the dream of
Leslie Asaiah-Asher as explained here:
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This Is For You!
As I paused within the present,
With the future on my heart,
The Saviour knew how much this meant
That I should do my part...
So Lord Jesus chose to give me,
So I could share with you...
Much more than this He shared with me,
For there was more to do...
I felt the leading of the Lord
To read a Bible verse,
God's Spirit granted me a sword,
His blessing not His curse
And skills were destined day-by-day
So I was well-equipped...
Forgiveness, too, if I should stray,
For many times I've slipped.
He said His grace would guide my prayers,
Towards my destiny...
To preach to paupers, millionaires
And those with eyes to see.
Across the world, the nations hear
God's word by day and night...
That's why the Lord is ever near,
My constant source of light...
Yes, I've been rich and I've been poor,
Yet God is in control...
And He's the One I'm living for,
Since Jesus saved my soul.
I've been to Israel, learnt a lot,
I know the Gospel's true...
When Jesus died, the Son of God
Told us, 'This is for you...'
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The Might Of The Messiah!
From Heaven's glory Jesus went
To save the world below
And fulfilling each commandment
Meant holy blood must flow...
As Jesus prayed that He be spared,
God's angel strengthened Him,
Such that He stood, no longer scared,
With faith filled to the brim!
The greatest story ever told
Was of the King of Kings,
As Jesus shed His blood like gold,
Behold how His back stings...
While still alive, His body torn,
A crown of thorns above,
They mocked the Saviour so forlorn,
With scorn instead of love...
Behold the Man! The crowd was cruel,
His kingship tattered now,
Such that their wisdom thought Him fool,
Not worthy of a bow...
Yet Jesus knew what lay ahead
And prophesied as much,
To say that He, when He was dead,
Would rise... and stay in touch...
The soldiers guarded in the gloom,
Where Jesus' shroud was laid,
They slept as God moved rock from tomb...
The news made folks afraid!
Disciples met the Saviour soon,
Thus Thomas praised the Lord,
When forced to sing another tune
That must not be ignored...
The might of the Messiah lives!
The Holy Spirit's gift
Is granted as the Lord forgives,
When true faith heals the rift...
That's why the Holy Bible's read
By billions here on Earth,
For what's in store and dead ahead
As Israel proves his worth...
The time shall come when Christ returns,
The whole wide world to own
And that's what every student learns
Who seeks what God has shown...
The world made new, no idle boast,
Yet Jesus, make things right!
Return with God's angelic host
With power and with might!
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Don't Deny The Power!
When Jesus walked this sinful Earth, He came to save not judge,
But many gave the Lord wide berth and then they wouldn't budge.
If they but heard His Name they left! They chose to disobey!
Thus disbelief had led to theft, to steal their hearts away...
But there were some, who sought Him out! Despair had led to faith!
Thus faith had overcome their doubt, so much that Christ could save!
With nought to lose and much to gain, the hundreds hoped He cared.
He healed the sick, released their pain and all their sins He bared.
God walked with Him by day and night, God's Spirit guiding, too.
To bless all people, black and white, each Gentile and each Jew.
It didn't matter, rich or poor, if born a slave or free,
God's miracles were theirs for sure, all paid through Calvary...
Lord Jesus promised to the Church, if two met in His Name,
They wouldn't have the need to search, He'd be there just the same.
So while some claim His ancient power has somehow gone away,
In truth, He's here, yes, every hour and hears the words we pray.
Please don't deny His Ministry! Please don't deny His love!
Please don't deny His grace for me that God bestows above!
Please join with us who still believe, in hope to understand...
By faith, together to receive... Touched by our Saviour's hand...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011.
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Prophecy Update
In the beginning, Creation! No human soul, no Earth.
God's bright light for revelation, before new life gave birth...
Yet in the midst of space itself were prophecies in time.
Like Bible books upon God's shelf in libraries sublime...
When Adam sinned and Eve felt wise and Satan said he'd won,
God prophesied before their eyes to send His only Son,
The Great Redeemer of Mankind, the Righteous Holy Prince...
The only pardon Man could find to die for all our sins...
God chose a people as His Own, the ancient Israelites,
With sacrifices to atone, with laws and human rights,
With guidance like a nearby hand to nudge them on His way...
But they were slow to understand, yes, even to this day...
With hearts of stone, so dead, so cold, no faith to see things new,
God gave them wonders to behold, to change their point of view,
Yet still, rebellion twisted fate that He gave as a gift...
So they were weak and sometimes great, so close, then set adrift...
God's Son was waiting in the wings, obedient to God's will,
Because His Father knew all things and all vows to fulfil...
So when Christ came to Mary's womb, as fragile as could be...
Fear not, one day He'd leave His tomb and conquer Calvary...
New prophecies revealed by Christ poured out like blood red wine,
At Pentecost, men realised, Lord Jesus was divine...
They prophesied now Spirit-led, like David in his psalms...
For each one then was Spirit-fed and safe within Christ's arms...
When Saul of Tarsus met the Lord, God told him he'd be healed,
Thus Saul believed with one accord, by faith, as God revealed...
He then went on to prophesy in Scriptures old and new,
Like John of Patmos, by and by, to Gentile and to Jew...
So, humans, mark these words within, in hearts and minds God gave,
One day you'll see the Man of Sin who says he's strong to save...
That demon leader, fool and liar will share his pain and strife,
His mark will cost each soul hellfire, denied eternal life...
So, think again, Megiddo's men, before that awful fight,
For Jesus Christ will come again in power and in might...
No more the gentle lamb of old, God's lion's on His way.
Megiddo's men will then behold their final judgment day...
(July 2011)
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If You But Knew
If you but knew the price God paid, the sacrifice it cost
And saw how Jesus was betrayed, yet saved this world so lost...
If you had seen the face of Christ, when crucified for you,
Sins' horrors would be realised! What then, if you but knew?
If you but knew what was in store, for whom the Father cares,
The countless blessings and much more for those who pray the prayers,
For those who kneel beside their beds, like children close to sleep,
Perhaps you'd live like thoroughbreds, with trophies yet to keep.
If you but knew what had to be, the days, the weeks, the years,
For those with godly destiny, for whom each angel cheers,
The precious gifts that God bestows, in this life and the next,
You'd have the faith that grows and grows, that couldn't be perplexed.
If you but knew how Heaven felt, like visitors have told
And how God's holy flowers smelt, next to His streets of gold
And how the giant pearl shines out, more brilliant than the sun,
Insights would vanquish every doubt, you'd say, 'God's will be done! '
If you but knew, but you can't tell, they're hidden from your mind...
While there's a Heaven and a Hell, to such truths you're resigned.
But if you knew, as Christians must, you'd preach for all you're worth!
So holy truths could be discussed with everyone on Earth...
If they but knew the price God paid, the sacrifice it cost
And saw how Jesus was betrayed, yet saved this world so lost...
If they had seen the face of Christ, so He could save them, too,
Sins' horrors would be realised! What then, if they but knew?
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011.
The poem is about the Gospel channel,
Revelation TV on Sky 581, here in the UK,
Website: revelationtv-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Most Beautiful Poem Of Them All
When morning came, with sunshine's gleam,
I woke so quickly from the dream,
For in the night, Lord Jesus talked,
As through my life, we slowly walked...
The first pen that I ever held
That wrote the first word that I spelled,
Was in His hand, now highly prized,
As was the inkwell God supplied...
Lord Jesus cherished poetry
With all its wondrous mystery...
As if each verse like His best friend,
The Lord recited some I'd penned...
He spoke of many souls still moved
And of the thousands who approved
Of soothing streams beyond Man's schemes
And gentle themes mid sweethearts' dreams...
I made both young and old take note
With prophecies that I once wrote
That told of future times ahead,
So that God's children weren't misled...
Lord Jesus stopped and we stood still...
'I know the contents of your will...
And so before your final day,
Your final poem is on its way...'
With all these thoughts inside my mind,
Both pen and paper I must find...
That's why I wrote these words that fall...
Most beautiful poem of them all...
The title came, as many do,
A well-phrased sentiment or two
And then outpoured prophetic lines,
Of miracles and sacred signs...
Then revelations came so fast,
Explaining secrets from the past,
When times and seasons met their fate,
Before the saints could celebrate...
Then angels' wings surrounded me
As if they, too, must stare to see,
What mysteries were now revealed
From secret scrolls that God had sealed...
I looked around, while angels smiled,
As if transfixed, as if beguiled,
As if no other wise man shared
The wondrous truths God now declared...
And suddenly, no more, no more...
And all of us were filled with awe,
To think such thoughts were there, right there,
That none on Earth could quite compare...
Then all the angels sang with praise,
Rejoicing in the Lord always!
They slowly flew on high above...
Their faces glowing with God's love...
Then all alone... the vision gone
And just the sunshine's light shined on...
And how I ached to leave this Earth,
To praise the Lord for all I'm worth...
And thus my wish, my fervent prayer,
Began to lift me in the air,
To leave behind my mortal frame,
As I left Earth... in Jesus Name...
poem by Denis Martindale
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