Surfs You Right!
When Colin bought a computer, he didn't know a thing!
So in fact, without a tutor, he spent a lot, ker-ching!
So he plugged it in and waited... The PC screen stayed black!
For a while he hesitated and thought he'd take it back!
What's that? The on switch! There it was! The little so-and-so!
How foolish that he'd been so cross, yet now, all systems go!
An hour later, it calmed down! The Internet could start...
So Colin's forehead lost its frown, now he would soon take part.
The home page loaded, so he stared at small text on the screen,
The poor chap squinting unprepared, no longer quite as keen...
He clicked a link, saw colours change and near collapsed in shock!
'Good God! That site was really strange! ' That's one he had to block!
Another link he chose to try... This time some music played!
The volume had been set too high! He set it down to fade...
'Thank God for that! ' poor Colin said, 'At least I'm on my own! '
His cheeks by now were blushing red, as he let out a groan...
'OK! That's it! I'll beat this thing! ' He vowed with all his might!
Then he checked Google, Yahoo, Bing, still surfing through the night!
He fell asleep at half-past-five... He slept there like a slob!
Woke up, then off to work to drive, before he lost his job!
'That PC's going back next week! ' He told himself that day!
Alas, the poor guy's now a geek... His PC's here to stay!
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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Thought-Provoking Questions
Across the TV screen they scrolled,
The questions to the show...
While just one answer could be told,
Still questions were in flow...
The compere and the guest still spoke,
With comments to explain...
Yet were the questions there a joke,
Eye-candy or eye-strain?
I tuned out what was being said,
To view the scrolling text...
Because I chose to read instead,
So not to be perplexed...
Those questions were both great and small,
Yet by them I felt blessed,
Then suddenly there was a call
To compere and to guest...
I thus ignored the text below
And listened once again...
Perhaps for something new to know,
Perhaps beyond my ken...
But, oh, what wisdom saints would share,
Life stories so profound...
And oh, such tender-hearted prayer,
To turn our lives around...
What was Good Friday all about?
And so the guest replied...
It was because God's Laws we flout
That Christ was crucified...
The guest was almost near to tears,
As he explained the cost...
To think, Christ overcame His fears
And died to save the lost...
Another caller praised the Lord,
She spoke of many things...
Then told us straight to rest assured,
Trust Christ, the King of Kings!
Forgiveness is the Father's Plan,
The Bible is the key...
And suddenly, my tears began...
I knew Christ died for me...
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2012.
Howard Conder's Question And Answer show is
on Revelation TV. He said he would like to
see viewers' email questions scrolling across
the TV screen while the guest and he were
discussing one question at a time.
He wondered if viewers would still find some
extra blessing if thought-provoking questions
were seen on screen.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Pray From The Heart
Pray from the heart and God will hear,
He's listening on His Throne,
He harkens to the falling tear,
The sigh, the moan, the groan...
We know He made the Universe
And every living thing,
We know that God can bless or curse,
Yet He's our Lord and King...
Pray from the heart your honest thoughts,
Not fancy words you learned,
But enter in His holy courts
With wisdom that's discerned...
God isn't deaf to our requests
If humbled we would be,
For then He treats us all as guests,
With grace through Calvary...
Pray from the heart for others, too,
Their needs regarded more,
For God already knows of you,
Of that you can be sure...
Is there someone you should forgive?
Some debt you should repay?
Some kindness so that others live?
Someone you turned away?
Pray from the heart, lean on the Lord,
Take heart from all He is,
For then your prayers won't be ignored
Or ever go amiss...
Our faithful Father knows us well,
Praise God, how great Thou art...
Let's rejoice and read the Bible
And then pray from the heart...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
Colin Urquhart appeared on the Q and A show
on the 19th of July 2012 and had prepared
his colinurquhart-dot-com article about
prayer to give us Christ's point of view:
Visit tinyurl-dot-com/pray-from-the-heart
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The Backslider
When I was young and God was close
And lived inside my heart,
The promises inside me rose
As I made my new start...
I gave my very life and soul
And put them in His hands,
I vowed to grant Him all control,
To old and new commands...
The years rolled by and Church felt fine
With studies, hymns and such
And most of me still towed the line
Until we two lost touch...
Of course, God hadn't moved away...
He never left my side,
But when temptations came to stay,
I lost God as my guide...
My conscience wasn't crystal clear,
There seemed no black and white,
Just twilight, grey and sometimes fear
That followed day and night...
I was a liar through and through,
My vows strewn here and there
And hard to tell God, 'I love You! '
The times I knelt in prayer...
No time machine can take me back,
I can't undo my sins,
Good conscience now, of course, I lack,
As each new day begins...
But while there's faith and joy and love
On offer every day...
Confessing sins, I look above,
With hope I will obey...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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The Really Impatient Poem
Some poems are impatient things!
Yes, they pace up and down!
And while they're waiting in the wings
They're prone to wear a frown...
One poem woke me up one night
And dragged me out of bed!
I trembled on the floor with fright,
Enraged and seeing red...
The poem stood there, pen in hand,
With paper I could use,
Determined I should understand
That I must not refuse...
'I've waited long enough! ' he said,
'Get started straight away! '
I started crawling back to bed,
But he forced me to stay!
He held my feet and wouldn't quit!
'O.K.! ' I told him straight,
He spoke the title bit by bit...
I said, 'That's great... just great! '
He babbled on and line by line,
I wrote it word for word,
Of course I know it wasn't mine,
For that would be absurd...
'Thank God, it's done! ' the poem smiled,
'At last it's time to rest...'
He dropped my feet, no longer wild,
As if he had been blessed...
'One day the world will read this verse!
My thoughts in every home! '
Forgive me if I'm feeling terse,
He was one nutty poem!
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
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The Dragon Deficit
When George the Dragon Slayer slept,
Reliving how he fought,
He often woke and often wept,
As if it all meant nought...
For gone the chance for future fame,
With no more dragons left
And part of him thought that a shame,
In fact, he felt bereft!
When he arose to greet the day,
He wondered what to do...
No beasties round to block his way
Or beat him black and blue!
No bravery to call upon,
No maidens in distress,
The sun above so bright it shone,
No storm, just happiness...
The children played in safety still,
The tweety birds still sang,
His stomach now no longer ill,
In fear of dragon's fang!
His sword he dragged, upon the ground,
It carved his tale of woe...
Monotony was all around!
What next? He didn't know...
The villagers paid him no heed,
His champion day had past,
His body healed, no more to bleed,
As if the die were cast!
'Is this how I must spend my days? '
He ask the Lord above...
'No dragons left for me to face?
No maidens left to love? '
Thus George left every so-called friend,
To travel distant lands,
His search for dragons didn't end...
He didn't stand a chance!
They're gorn! Extinct! They're trophies now...
Teeth scattered here and there,
To which damned sorcerors still bow
And witches grind and share!
Old George, his sword, laid down one night,
The last night of his life...
In his last dream, two dragons fight,
Yet win despite the strife!
Then God reached down to lift George high,
For Jesus to embrace...
With George no longer asking, 'Why? '
As they stood face-to-face...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
This is what happened after the Saint George poem.
Website: tinyurl-dot-com/saint-george-poem
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Writer's Block!
Yes, these two words came into mind...
Wordpad opened again,
New Rich True Format Document,
Followed by Arial ten...
No text displayed as I perused,
The cursor blinking still...
In readiness for brand new words
My thoughts were yet to spill...
I typed the title, first thing done,
Two line gaps then the verse...
With not a word to lead the way,
It couldn't get much worse...
But then I thought, I'll add my name
And copyright as well,
Then type the date, as if to claim
There's nothing left to tell...
The poem stands, no words at all,
To summarise the theme,
As if the empty heart and mind
Had nothing there to dream...
But then I thought, that's such a waste!
I'll let the reader know,
That even nothing has its place
Before the words can flow...
And so, from nothing came these rhymes,
These thoughts upon a page,
Or PC screen each time I type
To reach another stage...
Who knows? The poem I write next
Could be a great success,
That may grant tremendous insight,
Some cherished happiness...
So Writer's Block, I've beaten you!
I've conquered every doubt!
God gave me something that's brand new
And now I've typed it out!
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
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From Emptiness To Holiness
With humbled hearts and empty hands some kneel before the Lord,
So poor they have no homes or lands or things that they could hoard.
They have no extra food to share, no water near to drink,
Yet they approach our God in prayer and they should make us think...
With broken lives and worried minds some groan before the Lord,
So hurt as if the devil blinds and binds them with strong cord.
They have no other force for good than Jesus, strong to save
And so they ask Him if He would release them to be brave...
With foolish dreams and vanities some ache before the Lord,
So lost they know they cannot please, yet faith makes them assured.
Because they know that Jesus lives! He's called them one-by-one!
He promises that God forgives! So what more could be done?
With everything that we may own, let's come before the Lord,
So that our prayer requests are known and subject to reward.
For He alone can light our path, grant joy instead of pain,
To cast out tears and makes us laugh, so that we trust again...
With such a love that God extends in Heaven and on Earth,
Let us approach our God as friends, because He knows our worth.
How blessed are those He's freeing and each who understands.
It's in Him, we have our being, our lives are in God's hands...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
and the Revelation TV Watch Now link
on the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
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The Whisper 2
I heard a whisper, carried on the wind
A faint but growing whisper, a hope for better things
Gentle ripples on the sea, grow to waves that burst upon the shore
One voice shared by many, will one day come knocking on your door
And could change the world
I saw a woman in Africa, weeping as she spoke
A voice heard by millions, now united with her hope
I heard a man from Europe, singing of his dream
To a growing mass of people, like stars reflected on the sea
I saw a man in Asia, standing firm against the wrong
Decades later, I heard they changed the law, immortalized him in song
I knew a woman in America, educated and wise
From poor beginnings she rose, to cut through all the unjust lies
If you plant a small seed, and you help it grow
You can change more than you know
You can change the world, imagine, you could change the world
I stood in a world divided, a world of rich and poor
A world forever fighting, for lies and nothing more
If you plant a small seed, And you help it grow
You can reap more than you know, You can change the world
There's a gentle breeze blowing, Bringing seeds of change
A gentle breeze blowing, Turning history's page, It's time for change
If you plant a small seed, And you help it grow
You can reap more than you know, You can change the world
World brotherhood of man, united commonwealth of lands
United under one law, a shared prosperity, and no war
Imagine, you can change the world... By One degree... You could change the world
All together and in one voice...
'We can change the world', 'change the world'
Each by one degree, 'we could change the world'
All together and in one voice... 'change the world'
Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (2012)
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The Tall Story
There was a knock on my front door, an angel stood outside!
I looked in shock, dropped to the floor, the door still opened wide.
The angel sighed and then flew in and put the kettle on,
Aware our talk would soon begin when fainting spells had gone.
The tea was ready there for me, he pointed to the cup.
So I drank my hot tea slowly, until that time was up.
He pointed to the living room, where both of us sat down,
My mind still felt a sense of doom and gloom sure makes you frown.
The angel told me, 'Get a pen and get some paper, too! '
So I stood up, right there and then, this very thing to do.
'Write down the words that I recite, when done, I'll have to leave.'
When I began, my face was white and I could hardly breathe.
He took his time and so did I, for twenty pages long,
When done, I heaved a quiet sigh... Were my words right or wrong?
He read it all and was impressed, 'Well done, I'll leave it here.
Please get it published. Do your best. The meaning's crystal clear.'
Then he stood up, walked to the door and so I let him go.
He said, 'God bless! ' and then no more, what more was there to know?
He flew away, past roofs and trees and reached the nearby hill
And soared up higher with such ease, yes, higher, higher still.
When my scanner scanned the pages, it left me quite perplexed,
As it must have taken ages to recognise the text.
I emailed every single word, my publisher replied,
He said he'd never been so stirred, I must've been inspired.
Of course, I couldn't tell him then! He'd get me locked away!
'I met this angel, ten foot ten, at home, this very day! '
So I kept quiet, private like... The published work sold well.
I bought a laptop and a bike, but one day, off I fell.
No guardian angel raised alarm that ice was on the road,
When I fell off, I broke my arm and said, 'Well, I'll be blowed.'
When I got home, I made the tea, got fish and chips that night
And got in bed quite carefully, then prayed with all my might!
The angel knocked upon my door, I sighed then let him in.
This time, because I knew the score, I chose not to begin.
'I'll use the laptop, type it out, then save the text that way.'
The angel looked at me so proud, God's wisdom to relay.
'Well done, please get it published soon! ' I walked him to the door,
He healed my arm, flew past the moon, I waved to him with awe.
That angel's words were good as gold, he certainly had skill.
It's only now my story's told... Make of it what you will...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
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On A Seven-Day Diary
Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
poem by Alan Dugan
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Watching From Cover
The wily wolf was all alone,
Content to be that way
And like a statue made of stone,
He waited for his prey...
Watching from cover, laid on snow,
His soul was stained by crime,
Upon the path he chose to go,
As snowflakes marked the time...
Though silence was his only friend,
He knew it wouldn't last,
For soon it would be at an end
As his next meal walked past...
Till then he waited patiently,
No energy was lost...
Until fate chose his destiny,
No matter what the cost...
He strained to keep his head held high,
His eyes and ears so cold,
As lonesome hours waved goodbye
With nothing to be told...
But suddenly, he heard snow crunch,
His prey was in his sights,
Suffice to say he'd found his lunch,
Despite the wrongs or rights...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Watching From Cover'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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Colin The Cumberland Sausage
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was as happy as a pig in mud.
Today the master butcher made him
for the table of Mr Wood.
So full of beans was Colin
he was nearly bursting from his skin,
until the butcher wrapped him in paper
for the errand boy to deliver him.
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was delivered the very same day
to Publican Wood at the Barley Mow pub
who would cook him in the usual way.
Colin was laid out on the table
ready to go in the pan,
but Wuffer the dog entered the kitchen
and took Colin in his mouth and ran.
Now nobody knows what became of Colin
we assume he was eaten by the dog,
but don’t be surprised to see his brother
on the table of the Barley Mow pub.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Potty Poet
Upon the computer keyboard,
With QWERTY squashed about,
The poet slept and soon he snored,
Four-thirty... tired out...
And there he dreamt he was awake
And typing poems still,
As if he didn't need a break
Or tiny sleeping pill...
But God was keen to calm him down,
Excited as he was
And gently eased away each frown
For he was loved because
The poet had a heart of gold,
Although his eyes were red,
Yet didn't do what he'd been told
And simply go to bed...
God sighed at such a silly man,
His whole life left to live,
As if God didn't have a plan,
More poems still to give...
Impatience is a tragic mask
That blinds the weary soul,
Such that the poet didn't ask
The Lord to take control...
So pace yourselves, don't be like him,
Take one day at a time...
Don't be obsessed, filled to the brim
With poetry and rhyme...
Sleep brings a boost, a needed lift,
As if to grease the wheels,
Sleep is a precious holy gift,
A sacred rest that heals...
Let eyes stay closed, let dreams unfold,
Let lessons still be learned,
Let fantasy at last take hold
Till daylight has returned...
The potty poet gave his all,
He'll sleep ten hours or more...
Regardless, poets, great or small,
That's what our beds are for...
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.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
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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.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
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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.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
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the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Miracles Take Time!
The Holy Spirit has been sent
To glorify Christ's name,
Such that this world knows what He meant
By what He would proclaim...
God's miracles are all sublime,
Triumphant, holy, blessed,
Yet miracles of course take time,
Yet not as some have guessed...
You see, the time's already done,
Completed, fully sealed,
In that God didn't spare His Son,
For by His stripes we're healed...
Already done! The time's long past
And God's word's guaranteed,
For miracles from first-to-last,
According to each need...
Thus faithful prayers ascend each day
And even through the night
And even children can obey
When God grants them insight...
That's why the Gospel spans the globe,
With Bibles everywhere...
To bless with love and joy and hope
Each whisper raised in prayer...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
The Jesus Gospel poem was read out on the
Revelation TV Church Without Walls show
Voice In The Wilderness,21st July 2012.
The show shares faithful Bible Scriptures
and presenters and viewers pray for us.
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Rich Man, Poor Man
When God looked down from Heaven's Throne to Job upon the Earth,
God saw Job's faith had fully grown and that this man had worth...
God told the Devil of this man, so righteous and so pure.
God said, 'He does the best he can, almost without a flaw...'
The Devil fumed and then replied, 'You made him rich, that's why!
How many times has that man sighed? He has no cause to cry! '
Then God let Satan smite Job's land and suffer for a while
And death was very near to hand... and poor Job lost his smile...
The Lord received Job's faithful praise, despite the tragic loss!
Job proved he loved the Lord always! That made the Devil cross!
'What say you now? ' the Lord remarked! But Satan argued still...
For he was livid, he was narked, 'What if I make him ill? '
So God agreed, 'But spare his life! ' So Satan went below
And Job fell ill, such that his wife saw skin boils start to grow...
'Why praise the Lord? Reject His love! ' But Job dismissed each word.
'I trust the Lord who dwells above! Rejection's quite absurd! '
Alas, poor Job conferred with friends, who said that he had sinned...
But Job had faith that never ends! Though he no longer grinned!
Through gritted teeth, he set them straight, 'Of what sin am I blamed?
Of every sin I've learned to hate! I sit here unashamed! '
Then God spoke loud and God spoke clear, of everything He'd made,
Both sun and moon, things far and near, so truth could be displayed.
A structured world to live upon, from valleys to snowflakes!
If rainbow-coloured lights are shone, then, oh, what joy, each makes!
Poor Job, he suffered all he could, yet now he'd seen God's face,
By faith, he'd done the things he should, yet Job was saved by grace!
By faith, not works, lest any boast, no matter, rich or poor...
In Christ, receive the Holy Ghost... You'll never want for more...
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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