Wear Your Poppy With Pride!
Wear your poppy with pride
Yet with humility
Because so many died
To gain our victory!
The blood they shed declared
Though war is hell indeed
Each noble soldier cared
And knew truth would succeed!
The cost itself was dear
For life cannot be priced.
Their valour knows no peer
Yet all were sacrificed
And though the memory stings
With tales of long gone by
The same old question clings
'Why must our soldiers die? '
Each war seems so forlorn
So void of wisdom still
Yet leaders shout with scorn
'The time has come to kill! '
Beware when men breed hate
For peace is not their aim
Each one will meet his fate
And own his share of blame!
When war is in men's hearts,
It's time to kneel and pray!
We know that when war starts
It's just like Judgment Day!
In peace, men find their rest
In war, they find their grief
In peace, men find they're blessed
In war, they find their wreath
So think of what it cost
For many soldiers died
Though many lives were lost,
Wear your poppy with pride!
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Royal British Legion: poppy-dot-org
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The Prestige Of The Poppy
Behold my form, my humble guise, my fragile fashioned grace.
Look deep within the giver’s eyes, some noble hopes to trace.
November’s here and folks look back to what heroes have bought.
They stood as one as things looked black, courageous as they fought.
Not all survived the grief-filled times. Not all returned scot-free.
Not all were able to pen rhymes of utmost misery.
I’m just a poppy, nothing more. I spilt no dropp of blood.
I didn’t wince with pain through war... nor turn the foul flood.
I didn’t march across the fields, nor swim against the tide
And yet I’m loved by each who yields a conscience still inside.
Think not that I, if human, too, could idly watch death grin.
For as a man, I’d join the few that knew that they must win!
I’d take up arms against the foe! I’d train and fight so brave!
For deep within my heart I’d know, a free world I must save!
Think not that I could turn and run and let the children down,
Nor unborn babes hid from the sun be born to wear a frown.
I’d fight for freedom, live or die! Regardless, come what may!
Because I’d know, that even I, must face God’s Judgement Day!
I’d not despise the souls that prayed as they stayed home instead.
I recognise a conscience weighed, yet blood weighs more once bled!
So buy a poppy... show you care! Give generously with love!
For every poppy that folks wear is seen by God above...
Poem by Denis Martindale © November 2003.
Royal British Legion: poppy-dot-org
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Be Loyal To The Royal!
When the Royal British Legion
Began its ministry,
There was no quick completion,
No finished certainty.
Instead, there was a battle,
That went from war-to-war...
When souls were sold as chattel,
Possessions, nothing more...
Yet men weren't born for ditches
And pain and grief and mud...
For each soul has its riches
Beyond each dropp of blood.
Each man still has a family,
In Heaven or on Earth...
That's why we wear the poppy,
Remembrance has its worth.
The noble know their value,
They don't need preaching to.
They know what men have been put through.
Each had his job to do...
Yet charity still beckons us,
A duty to perform...
Beyond the thoughts we can't discuss,
Beyond the raging storm.
The welfare needs of others
Are here this very day.
If helping's not above us,
Then God will lead the way...
Support the Legion's service now
In sacrificial love.
By simply asking who and how
Is really not enough...
There's so much more that's left to do
Beyond the where and why.
The biggest question mark is YOU...
Don't pass the Legion by.
Remembrance isn't once a year,
Observed and then dismissed.
Remembrance isn't just a tear
Or tears if griefs persist.
Remembrance is a lifetime
In which to do our best.
It's 'Buddy, can you spare a dime? '
And not how well you're dressed.
It's offering a helping hand...
Like others have before...
For all across this noble land
Are hearts still marked by war...
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To Remember
To remember those people who risked their lives
To show appreciation, to show we care
To save our country, they gave their lives
For their families it was like a dreaded nightmare
To support those soldiers and wear a poppy
To give some money, and not be soppy
To wear a poppy and remember that first day poppies grew, that one day it was sunny
Do you remember why
Why we wear a poppy for a couple of days
To show we remember and to show our gratitude is high
To do that, doesn’t pay
So to remember
To be silent
For a couple of minutes
Doesn’t pay
It just shows gratitude
For that one sad day
I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
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Every Soldier Has A Dream
After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.
It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.
With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.
Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find that they've lost their battlefields and they are unklind.
Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.
They bury the dream because they cannot recall what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.
Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Sisters.
Brothers.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.
Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.
Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.
Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was our dream was the same.
Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.
But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die .
Try to imagine the soldiers forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier
had been.
It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
Its such a crime.
What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.
The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.
When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.
By Paul McCann
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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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Peace In Our Time
Thank you for the gift
The freedom to wonder
In search of the light
Are we gonna let it shine
Forgiveness is the key
The perfect emotion
Will you show us the way
To peace in our time
Where the wild wind blows
The deserts are shiftin
And the seed will grow
In the sands of time
From the darkest night
A new day is dawning
Its a long long way
To peace in our time
Tell me where can we find
Peace in our - in our time
Where can we find
Peace in our time
From a distant shore
Voices are crying
Can you hear them call
Are we gonna light their way
Salvation is the key
We have to keep tryin
What we need right now
Peace in our time
Tell me where can we find
Peace in our - in our time
Where can we find
Peace in our time
Thank you for the chance
To light up the darkness
Leading the way
Show us to the promised land
Tear down these walls
That keep us imprisoned
What were prayin for
Is peace in our time
Tell me where can we find
Peace in our - in our time
Where can we find
Peace in our time
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Oh peace, where do I find you.....
Oh peace, where do I find you
I search you everywhere in my country but I could not find you
Oh peace, our countrymen love to have you in their hearts
but now your presence is not there to have a peaceful life.
Oh peace where do you go and where can I find you
I see our mothers tears in my country more than rain has poured
I see our nation's charming beauty is lost and its taken away from many acts of hate
I see our people wandering like broken arms to recover their lost freedoms
I see our people beautiful brotherly smiles lost where anger knows no boundaries
I see our people often plant a seed of peace to grow smoothly
but often its burn like a wild fire to the ash by our leaders
We are yet to free from political terrorism and thugs in our own country
and they have trapped us behind shelter of broken promises and blatant lies
Always, life seems to be enjoyed with another man's hearts pain
Oh peace, what have we done to you for you to keep us away within reach
If our country is peaceful, it will blossom like a flower
There is nothing more precious than peace in this world
But peace without justice will not make any nation peaceful
because injustice is the enemy of peace
So, let us find peace where ever it is there within our reach in our minds and hearts
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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What Peace
While still our wars on earth increase
It seems that no one cares
What is this thing the world calls peace
What are the fruit it bears
Though all things come through Christ above
Will Heaven and earth agree
True peace will only come through love
Once truth has set us free
When worldly man seeks Heaven’s will
When righting things done wrong
Then peace one day each heart will fill
And joy will raise its song
We now must learn to pray as one
Must cease each selfish fight
Until true peace through love is won
And hearts in Christ unite
Before this world can live as blessed
The facts she needs to see
Her differences must find their rest
Her wars must cease to be
We disagree through injured pride
We kill because of hate
Through selfish foolish things inside
We close to love our gate
When to our souls The Truth we sew
When love flows through our hearts
In individuals peace can grow
And true Salvation starts
For what is peace without true love
How can the world survive?
How can a soul join God above?
Or ever hope to thrive?
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The Man Who Died For Me
The man of whom I choose to speak
Was holy as can be,
For he was sinless, quite unique,
The man who died for me...
It was a long, long time ago
Yet changed all history,
Such that today most people know
The man who died for me...
Though famous in a foreign land,
His fame did not come free,
For some refused to understand
The man who died for me...
They schemed and plotted day and night,
Their hatred plain to see
And in their blindness chose to fight
The man who died for me...
And once arrested, he stood still,
Before them silently,
Until the time they chose to kill
The man who died for me...
Then he declared his holiness,
His future destiny
And yet not one agreed to bless
The man who died for me...
The crucifixion was decreed
At callous Calvary...
And there I wept to see him bleed...
The man who died for me...
They say He was God's Son and more,
His death brought victory...
I was baptised, now I adore
The man who died for me...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
Tune in to the Revelation TV channel on Sky etc.
The Watch Now online option is on their website:
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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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The Ultimate Sacrifice
When nations turn from peace to war,
Each soul must question why...
When Death itself is at the door,
To bring its long goodbye...
To think, that leaders lead us all,
To back them to the hilt.
It's then we see our heroes fall,
When each of them is killed...
When little children shake their heads,
Disgusted at such things,
It's right to pray beside our beds,
Condemning what war brings.
The need for guns and bullets grows
And even bombs are made -
Efficiently Man fights his foes
And in their graves they're laid...
Who knows the good they could have done,
If peace had been their lot,
Instead of wars that must be won,
When nations turn from God?
If only love lived in each heart,
We'd share God's Paradise,
Instead of this, new conflicts start
And blood's our sacrifice...
For some, the cost was loss of health...
For some, it's wasted time...
For some, the cost was death itself,
When they were in their prime.
Is this the wisest way to live,
With bombs and bullets, too?
Christ's sacrifice helps God forgive
The evil that men do...
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If I
If I condemn the starving, sit back and let them die,
If at the lost I'm laughing, I ask, what use am I?
If I condone temptation and let it run its course,
Then I neglect salvation and Hell I thus endorse...
If I contrast the good and bad, yet choose the latter path,
Then I deserve to feel so sad within the aftermath...
If I control the purse strings, yet money I won't share,
How can I serve the King of Kings? How can He hear my prayer?
If I contain a billion sins from every thought and deed,
I need to seek the Prince of Peace, the Bible books to read...
If I, conned sinner that I am, dismiss Christ out of hand,
How will I live to love the Lamb of God as He has planned?
If I can't visit Calvary, if I can't praise the Lord,
If I can't see Christ died for me... then Hell is my reward...
If I consider, kneel and pray, repent, call on His Name,
No more will I fear Judgment Day, eternal life to claim...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011.
The poem is based on the Christian Gospel
and the choice between Heaven and Hell...
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Faces of war
I've been in war twice, and it is not pretty or nice
men and women put the uniforme on and it symoblizes strength
carrying all your gear and weapon not knowing when to pull the trigger
you're fighting with son or daughter of parents they love dearly
keep yourself and your follow soldiers alive and you must fight fiercely
blood will shed and bodies all laying every-where dead
at war noone wins, for God says thu shall not kill
countries send soldier to defend, and whatever the cost and at will
the pain and sorrow that brings to so many, the leaders have no clue
you are a number and expendable, soldier stick togother like glue
soldiers return with missing limb and undetected serious illness
soldier puts his/her life on the line at time kills, we need no forgiveness
at what cost, as we all know freedom is not free
we must do whatever it take, so we can be a free country
give thanks to a person in uniform, cause we're fighting for you
don't take anything lightly, a soldier does what a soldier need to do
poem by Michael Neguse
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Peace, I Find
Peace I find
Under the comforter under the sheets
Above the mattress above the springs
Peace, I find
In these things
Peace, I find
In air pumpin lungs
A beat recited a song sung
Children playin on the swings
Peace, I find in these things
Peace, I find
In making peace
Whether it be in
Relationships or the Middle East
Whatever to the table that I can bring
Peace, I find in these things
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Mary And Joseph: A Story Of Love
Joseph was born, Mary was born, each lived their lives on Earth...
A world some thought of as forlorn, yet God preserved its worth...
These children grew to adult age, betrothed and to be wed
And yet before the marriage stage, God intervened instead...
Thus Mary heard about her son, the Saviour yet to be,
The One called Jesus who has done so much on Calvary...
She learnt that she, a chosen maid, was now so highly blessed
And thus God humbly she obeyed, for He knew what was best...
Yes, God chose her and Joseph, too, because their hearts combined
With love forever good and true, the best that He could find...
Thus two young people lived their lives, God's secret Son to guide,
Unlike the husbands and the wives, in houses side-by-side...
Imagine them with Jesus there, the babe, the child, the man,
The prophet who would kneel in prayer to daily learn God's plan.
Good Shepherd, yet the Lamb of God, the Prince of Peace and more,
The King of Calvary whose Blood was destined there to pour...
To think that Mary saw Him live, to think she saw Him die,
To think for us His life would give, though centuries passed by...
I tell you this, of all we know on Earth or Heaven above,
Mary and Joseph and Jesus show this wondrous thing called love...
Denis Martindale, copyright,15th May 2011.
Mary and Joseph: A Story of Love
was shown on Sky Digital today. So this
new poem is about what God has done
through them to help save Mankind...
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God’s Peace
There is a peace available, in troubled times, but not to all,
A peace available all the time, greater than peace of mind,
And this peace goes everywhere, to handle every tiny care,
But it has no limits to, the problems it can see you through.
The peace that I’m speaking of, will only come from above,
Peace God gives to His own, flowing down from His throne,
The peace of God all receive, when by faith they do believe,
The Gospel Truth of His Son, Christ, who died for everyone.
Though He died, now He lives, as this peace to us He gives,
Sent to believers in this life, to shelter them from daily strife,
The Holy Spirit is God’s agent, in whom God’s peace is sent,
The Spirit is our true comforter, giving us peace in trials sore.
This peace for us is secured, by the work done by The Lord,
And the only part left for us, is to place in The Lord our trust,
Then with a loving nod, Christ sends to us the peace of God,
A peace into a believer’s heart, that from God will not depart.
Peace always there for those, keeping eyes on He who rose,
Who gave to them a new life, centered in the peace of Christ,
This as that believer lives, through the Spirit that Christ gives,
Providing them God’s peace, in their heart that will not cease.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
Peace!
Everything comes from God above
Both Heaven and earth agree
That peace will only come through love
Once truth has set us free
When all mankind does Heaven’s will
And rights the things gone wrong
Then peace one day her heart will fill
Then joy will be her song
But still our wars on earth increase
It seems that no one cares
What is this thing the world calls peace?
What are the fruit it bears?
We now must learn to pray as one
Must cease each selfish fight
Until true peace through love is won
And hearts through Christ unite
Before this world can live as blessed
The truth she needs to see
Her differences must come to rest
Her wars must cease to be
We disagree through injured pride
We kill because of hate
Because of foolish things inside
To love, we close the gate
When in the world true love we sow
When love flows through our hearts
In individuals peace can grow
And true Salvation starts
For what is peace without true love?
How can the world survive?
How can a soul join God above?
And ever stay alive
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Forgiveness Of Sins
In truth, the hardest thing I've done,
Was turning from revenge
Against the evil of someone
Whose life was like a stench...
For he was rotten to the core,
Determined to be bad
And I despised him all the more
With all the hate I had...
Just like a cancer in my heart,
Hate festered deep inside,
But that was simply for a start,
For love within me died...
And faith and hope and charity
Lay shrivelled in the dust,
Till God took me to Calvary
With my own sins discussed...
Without excuses, I stood still
And stared at Jesus Christ,
For He obeyed His Father's will
When He was sacrificed...
And God told me Christ shed His Blood,
Forgiveness to provide,
Behold the Man, the Lamb of God,
The King they crucified...
Now on my knees, with words unsaid,
Just tears the only proof,
I simply wished that I were dead
And that's the solemn truth...
For all like sheep have gone astray,
Not one is guilty free,
I'd no escape from Judgment Day,
Except Christ died for me...
While God forgives, I found it hard,
Condemned, with furrowed brow,
For when could I this hate discard
And thus God's grace allow?
Somehow hate died, my soul reborn,
The day I understood,
Forgiveness shared with one forlorn,
Who judged yet wasn't good...
Faith blossoms when the soul is healed,
Faith grows when God forgives,
Faith overflows with Christ revealed,
In knowing Jesus lives...
That's how the Christian Church began,
With sinners' sins confessed,
To turn from hate, to love God's plan,
All Holy Spirit blessed...
-
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Peace
More and more I can't say no
So afraid of letting go
If there's something I can grab
You can bet I'll pay the tab
Counting all the flowers
Waste the precious hours
I need to find some peace
All these problems on my mind
Make it hard for me to think
There is no way I can stop
My poor brain is gonna pop
And I don't have a purpose
Scattered on the surface
I need to find some peace
Woah
And all the broken tethers
We can bring together
I need to find some peace
I need to find some peace
I need to find some peace
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