The Terrors Of Tomorrow
Behold the prophecies foretold:
Terrors of tomorrow...
To live and watch each one unfold,
Feasts of joy and sorrow,
Mid Spring and Summer, Autumn, too,
With Winter as before,
Until one man comes into view...
He's rotten to the core...
When babies walk, he's learnt to run,
In time, he's learnt to fly...
For you behold the Devil's Son,
The Master of the lie.
With sorceries and ancient spells,
Dark secrets hid in time,
Commanding legions from the hells,
Well versed in death and crime...
What use are lies for short term gains?
They feed our bellies now...
Praise God, God's Spirit still restrains
The beast's mark on each brow...
If not for judgement, all is lost,
The world itself laid bare,
For every soul must count the cost,
Of beast lies be aware...
Till Christ returns, Jerusalem
Will seem as all alone,
This royal city stays God's gem,
Protected from His Throne...
Unprotected by lucky charms,
Though valley victims pray,
Woe unto those who take up arms,
They live their final day...
Denis Martindale, copyright, the 11th hour of 11/11/2011.
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Son Of Perdition
Behold the stars that shine above and on the beast newborn.
Behold the man who knows not love, just bitterness and scorn.
Behold the man of ill repute - his smiles that gleam and gleam.
Behold the man behind the suit - his hatred is extreme.
Behold the answers that he shares, his miracles and gifts.
Behold the economic scares and problems that he lifts.
Behold the dark tools of his trade, his sorceries and spells.
Behold the blasphemies displayed as if from poisoned wells.
Behold the leaders in his thrall, the slaves and armies, too.
Behold the devils at his call and what he made them do.
Behold the billions he controlled like puppets on their strings.
Behold the billions in his fold and kings his underlings.
Behold the horns upon his head to match his demon heart.
Behold the souls that he misled, the lives he tore apart.
Behold what God will send to Hell! Unsaved! No remission!
Behold what prophecies foretell... Lost son of perdition...
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Jesus: The Man from Nazareth
Behold the Man! He's called God's Son. He's called the King of Kings.
He's called the Lord of Lords, at one with God, to whom He clings.
Christ calls God 'Father' all the time, yet what now can He pray?
For blasphemy was called His crime and this is Judgment Day...
Behold the Man! Behold Him now... transfixed for all to see.
With deep-pressed crown upon His brow... Blood-stained on Calvary...
From the wounds these soldiers open, when such are crucified,
His Blood drips down like mortal men who bleed on either side.
Behold the Man raised from the dead! Some say His wounds they felt.
The very places He once bled convinced them, so they knelt,
To worship Him and praise the Lord and preach to save the lost.
Such revelations aren't ignored by those who count the cost.
Behold the Man! Anointed Christ... The Saviour of Mankind.
The Lamb of God once sacrificed... The greatest love you'll find.
If Heaven waits, it won't wait long. God's Word tells what to do.
So trust in Christ who did no wrong. The King who died for you...
(July 2011)
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Risk-It-All-Ogy
And what is risk-it-all-ogy?
What does that mean to us?
Response to eschatology,
End times that cause a fuss!
From folks who store up extra food
That's meant to last them years,
To folks that get a solemn mood
That fills them with new fears!
Who knows how many lives will change
Through ancient prophecies,
From cultures that we think as strange
That tell us Man will cease?
Or maybe this old world takes on
Some greater consciousness
That means Man's sinful thoughts are gone,
Replaced by happiness.
Some think of Christ and Antichrist
From Scriptures old and new...
And many saints will be baptised
And pray, 'What must we do? '
While others merely laugh and scoff
At thoughts of World War Three,
That Christ the Lord will rapture off
The likes of you and me...
Will chaos rule December time?
Will Christmas come at all?
Will folks rejoice with joy sublime
Like it's a miracle?
'Thank God we didn't die! ' they'll say,
'The turkey's almost done! '
Will Christians watch their children play
And praise God for His Son?
While folks get fattened by their feasts,
With further meals to carve,
Not all can eat these slaughtered beasts...
How many others starve?
How many victims get ignored
Despite Man's prophecies,
While folks buy food and hoard and hoard
And think the Lord they please?
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 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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Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
From generation to generation
Jerusalem is blessed,
So behold the revelation,
For it is manifest!
While sun and moon and stars still shine,
While sons of men exist,
God says, 'Jerusalem is Mine!
Let nobody resist! '
The capital of Israel stands
Before God's Throne on high!
Receiver of the Lord's commands,
The apple of His eye,
Christ's future Throne, awaits Him still,
This lesson Man must learn,
Since Jesus Christ on Zion's Hill
Has promised to return...
Freewill is wise, yet limits fall,
Both on the rich and poor,
Christ's prophecies apply to all,
Of that you can be sure...
The wise, of course, remember Him,
Christ died to save each Jew...
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Great things are said of you!
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The Belief Of A Thief
Behold the cruel cross of Christ!
Two lost souls balanced there!
But only one thief realised
Christ was beyond compare!
Consider three men hoisted high,
Secured, nowhere to go...
Yet Jesus knew why He must die
And why He suffered so...
Behold the Man, the Son of God,
Whom Judas had betrayed,
The Saviour, Jesus, shedding blood
For sinners who had strayed...
Good Shepherd dying for His sheep,
Indeed, the Sinners' Friend,
While John and Mary vigil keep,
Until the very end!
Behold the crowd at safety's length,
Accepting what was done
And witness to the fading strength
Of victims one-by-one...
Yet suddenly, one thief had faith,
Beyond this deadly hour,
When He asked Jesus Christ to save,
Acknowledging His power!
'Remember me, when You receive
Your Kingdom when You die! '
Lord Jesus said, 'This day we leave...
To Paradise, we fly! '
Like them, we know that death is near,
Yet Heaven waits above!
The Gospel Truth is crystal clear...
In Christ, the King of Love!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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Sheer Class
The regal lion's earnt his fame
As sovereign lord and more,
His golden fur as if aflame,
His gaze forever sure...
His stature none could dare improve,
For his is quite renowned...
His eyes aware of every move,
His ears of every sound...
Aristocratic... every day...
As if the world were his...
As if all others must obey,
Or things would be amiss...
Behold the king, for such is he,
Behold the noble grace,
Behold the royal majesty
That shines upon his face...
The many battles he has fought
Were won beyond all doubt,
His challengers have come to nought,
Retreated, turned about...
Alone, he is the alpha male,
Of this, no need to guess...
How come he makes all others pale?
Sheer class, no more, no less...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sheer Class'.
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There Must Be Another Way!
The dream began... I stood alone
Inside a hotel room...
Outside the window, bombs were blown,
Atomic, I presume.
Too late to change, too late to stop,
The distant death drew near.
More bombs above and then to drop,
No place to hide my fear.
I looked away, no time to run,
No chance that I'd survive.
So I stood still, for death had won -
No soul would stay alive.
The second dream... another place...
At home, with family.
The midnight hour and more disgrace...
More bombs that night to see.
Both dreams foretold our worst nightmares.
Defenceless day and night!
To live on Earth where no-one cares,
Yet each side thinks it's right!
Some say that World War's on the brink!
Destruction's aftermath!
How low can Mankind truly sink?
Behold our epitaph!
Unless God opens up our eyes,
Hell-bent we'll surely be!
While God alone is truly wise,
Our folly's plain to see!
Atomic bombs! We must be mad!
It's genocide not war!
We don't need school to show we're bad!
We're rotten to the core!
That's why we must be born again...
Repent, believe and pray!
Before Christ comes, we know not when,
THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY!
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The New World Order
Behold the world, this Earth, our home,
This marble and its moon
And how they've got all space to roam
Yet dance a preset tune...
Are we the same? Like puppets here?
Manipulated minds?
Who bears the blame for Mankind's fear
Which daily twists and binds?
Behold the times in which we live,
The super-rich and poor,
The Christian saints who seek to give
While populations soar...
Consider countries one-by-one,
Resources dwindling fast
And nothing new under the sun
That's truly meant to last...
Behold the future times ahead,
The days and nights unknown,
The feeling that each nation's led
Into some Twilight Zone...
Like slaves not given chance to think,
Just puppets on a string,
Left in the quicksand, there to sink,
No rescue rope to cling...
Behold the common man that's left,
Now bankrupt and forlorn
And watch his countenance bereft,
When confidence is torn...
And count the riches, if you dare,
You'll see they've disappeared
And in the time that you've all stared,
More treasures have been cleared...
Behold the news, both good and bad,
It's worse, much worse, my friend,
For Man has lost the joy he had
And senses it's the end...
While banks hold sway, the world will grieve
For prices rise and rise
And with high prices freedoms leave,
So please don't feign surprise...
Behold the callous crimes remain,
The New World Order rules
With no point strolling Memory Lane,
That folly's just for fools...
If not for love, the world is lost,
No pardon on its way
And Antichrist will pay the cost,
Beholding Judgment Day...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
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Mark My Words!
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians know what lies ahead
And we will steer you right.'
Then he explained his earnest faith
In Jesus Christ the Lord
And said that He was strong to save,
That's why He is adored.
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Christ is the light of men!
Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead!
He's coming back again!
The Holy Bible's prophecies
Are meant to put us straight.
They prove Christ is the Prince of Peace
For whom us Christians wait.'
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Lord Jesus died for you!
Upon that Cross His Blood was shed
To prove God's love is true.
For all our sins He took the blame,
Then took our sins away.
That's why us Christians praise His Name!
That's why us Christians pray.'
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians must be Spirit-led,
Serve God with all our might! '
The passenger had understood.
He was a Christian, too.
His heart was warmed, 'Our God is good!
Good night and God bless you! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2011.
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When God Breaks His Silence
Let young Earth tremble 'neath His feet while planets still align
And in one pathway, let them meet and represent His sign,
For just as Israelites converge, one nation to behold,
The Heavens, too, must one time merge, as prophecies foretold!
The faithful wise ones kneel and pray! The Bridegroom's at the door!
The Saviour King's sent on His way, of this, you can be sure...
Else why would Christ, God's Son, submit to death upon the Cross,
If not upon His throne to sit and burn the Devil's dross?
Then Israel, slow through disbelief, repents with earnest shame,
To learn they caused their Saviour grief, yet now call on His name...
What love is shared by God above? Like manna from on high!
Like snowflakes from the King of Love! Like melted tears men cry!
Rejoice all ears that hear God speak! Hearts happy now, dear friends!
God loves you strong! God loves you weak! Receive the love He sends!
The Holy Spirit once in Christ is shared with mortals, too...
Though bruised and pierced and sacrificed, Lord Jesus died for YOU...
Behold one day of righteousness like none the Earth has known...
When God speaks one almighty, 'YES! I AM HERE, YOU'RE NOT ALONE! '
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You Mark My Words!
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians know what lies ahead
And we will steer you right.'
Then he explained his earnest faith
In Jesus Christ the Lord
And said that He was strong to save,
That's why He is adored.
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Christ is the light of men!
Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead!
He's coming back again!
The Holy Bible's prophecies
Are meant to put us straight.
They prove Christ is the Prince of Peace
For whom us Christians wait.'
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
'Lord Jesus died for you!
Upon that Cross His Blood was shed
To prove God's love is true.
For all our sins He took the blame,
Then took our sins away.
That's why us Christians praise His Name!
That's why us Christians pray.'
'You mark my words, ' the Cabbie said,
To his fare for the night,
'Us Christians must be Spirit-led,
Serve God with all our might! '
The passenger had understood.
He was a Christian, too.
His heart was warmed, 'Our God is good!
Good night and God bless you! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2011.
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Close To Jesus
Close to Jesus, so few have been, yet with their stories told,
Through these we see the Nazarene, the Saviour to behold...
From birth to death and far beyond, God's Son has proved His worth
And thus, to Him, we each respond, while we live on this Earth...
Of those we know, some prophets shared what they perceived of Christ,
At whom the disbelievers stared the day He was baptised...
Yet John the Baptist spoke the truth, 'Behold the Lamb of God! '
Though just to them, He seemed a youth, for these, He shed His Blood!
To think, He healed the sick He met and those then brought to Him,
Forgiving sins that caused regret, for guilt can make us grim...
The multitudes were like lost sheep, each one had lost his way,
When God's commands they wouldn't keep, He taught them how to pray.
But while His fame was widely known, disciples came and went,
Until Saint Peter stood alone and called Him Heaven-sent...
'You are the Christ, God's promised Son! No other can we seek!
You speak the words, then deeds are done that make You quite unique! '
Though Peter knew the truth full well, the Saviour he denied!
Three times he lied and wouldn't tell, with Christ soon crucified...
Through John and Mary's eyes we see the Saviour lifted high,
The Lamb of God met Calvary... His destiny... to die...
It didn't end with mortal death, as one would first assume
Behold Jesus of Nazareth, not bound by any tomb!
God raised Him up from Death's embrace, from Hell to Heaven's Throne!
Through Him, receive God's perfect grace... Believe in Christ alone.
His Blood can cleanse and make us whole, for He makes all things new!
Let Jesus in to save your soul... Let Him come close to you...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011.
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in the Close To Jesus DVD dramatisations
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Behold His Glory
Behold the Glory of The Lord; let not His presence go ignored,
And you will have the peace of Christ, as you live this busy life.
Let not your many busy days, hinder your God honoring praise,
Praise well deserving to the One, who gave to us His Only Son.
For only God is deserving of, endless praise to show our love,
As the more we behold of Him, the more He changes us within.
Changes within us to display, His character throughout our day,
Reflecting in our life His Son, as a witness for Him to everyone,
When God we continue to behold, blessings continue to unfold,
Filling us with peace by Grace, to guide us daily place to place.
Reflecting on just who God is, impacts the way a believer lives,
Knowing what He wants from us, when in God, we put our trust.
God wants a life devoted to, His Son, who died for me and you,
And all we need to live this life, is faith and trust in Jesus Christ.
Even through one’s frenzied life, seeing sorrow and some strife,
He will help us more than cope, as we behold the Blessed Hope.
So this day behold The King, the Lord and Master of everything,
Fixing your eyes upon The Lamb, who is for us the Great “I AM”.
Let Christ overwhelm our ways, as He sees us through our days,
Then that presence of The Lord, by others, shall not go ignored.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Redeem The Time!
'Redeem the time! ' the Bible says,
It's there in black and white,
As if the focus of our prayers,
Our wisdom and insight!
With all our lives as open books,
That God surveys each year,
Such that He gives those stern-faced looks
That fill our hearts with fear!
Don't think that God is full of smiles
As He looks on this Earth!
He knows each of the Devil's wiles
And every human's worth!
So watch out, sinners, everywhere!
He's seen your every crime!
To all the scoffers, have a care!
Repent, while there's still time!
I once was young... with jet black hair,
With pearly teeth so white...
And with a smile beyond compare,
With conscience as my guide...
But time, the ancient enemy,
Wore down my outward form,
To leave behind an effigy,
With faith that seemed luke warm...
But God drew near my sinful soul
And whispered soft and low,
'Take time and you will lose control,
Decide which path to go! '
That's when, right then, my time began!
Reborn with faith anew!
Forgiven through the Son of Man...
Christ died for me... and you...
Redeem the time! Esteem it well...
In youth, be strong and brave!
Mid season, hear God's warning bell,
Your precious souls to save!
Who knows the final day, my friend?
Who knows the final hour?
Before you reach your own life's end,
Reach for the Saviour's power!
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 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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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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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)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Behold The Beauty
Behold the beauty in His eyes, the windows of His soul,
Though with the power to mesmerise, He would not seize control,
For all the love He owns He shares, His very life to give...
Behold the answer to your prayers, the reason that you live...
Behold the beauty in His mind, the faith that dwells within,
God's treasure trove He meant to find by those still lost in sin...
Since all have sinned and gone astray, God's Son was sacrificed,
From Genesis until today, Lord Jesus is the Christ...
Behold the destiny ahead, tomorrows' sorrows, too,
The purity of life He led is meant to comfort you,
Through all the seasons, come what may, through final seconds here,
The Rapture, friend, is on its way, whatever may appear...
Behold the Man, called King of Kings, the Man called Lord of Lords,
God's Son with healing in His wings who brings each saint's rewards
And stirs the stars and makes them shine, just like we can on Earth,
Behold Lord Jesus, yours and mine, if we respect His worth...
Behold the love, the joy, the peace our God has promised soon,
The miracles He will release, each one a wondrous boon,
Unearned yet granted by God's grace, bestowed on all Mankind...
If you behold the Saviour's face, what blessings you will find...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
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as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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You Cannot Hate Hate Until You Love Love
If Man would think decisions through,
The world would change each day,
With simple words like 'I love you! '
Based on Christ's words to pray...
For Man can choose the higher path,
God's more excellent way,
Despite the fact that scoffers laugh,
Refusing to obey...
If Man would seek the Lord each time
A brand new day begins,
The world would see less pain, less crime,
Less horrors and less sins...
For Man is more than just one life,
Ask Christ, God's precious Prince,
He conquered death, its sting, its strife,
In Him, each Christian wins...
If Man would set aside his hate,
Forgiveness as the norm,
Then love would be the finest state
To which he could conform...
For Man can cool his heels with prayers,
Beyond the present storm,
To recognise that God still cares,
With steadfast love so warm...
If Man could learn the Gospels well,
What miracles we'd see,
With prophecies that would foretell,
God's greatest mystery...
For Man forgiven, humbled, learns
From Christ and Calvary...
Awaiting Christ, when He returns
To rule with majesty!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 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...
poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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