'What's Easter all about?' they ask, 'What's Easter all about?'
And so I set about the task... to share my faith not doubt...
I spoke of Easter hymns I knew... and Isaac Watts as well,
Who wrote his hymns for me, for you... with such a tale to tell...
The greatest story ever told was his delight to share,
Six hundred hymns, as good as gold... as he took time to care...
Yet Isaac didn't die for us upon a cross of wood...
For that honour fell to Jesus, the only One who could...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

There was a time of utmost grief,
A dalliance with disbelief,
Depression came as though a thief,
Alas, that time was long not brief…
Below the mouth that hides my teeth,
I bore my burden like a wreath
And there it dangled underneath,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Yet I persisted, day by day,
Knowing that it chose to stay,
Causing me to pause and pray,
Asking why God should delay…
Yet melancholy had its way,
Causing my wrecked soul to stray,
With that ****** wreath still on display,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Upon a quest I chose to go,
Perchance that then my strength would grow,
Perchance new hope would overflow,
To combat dark thoughts borne of woe…
And only then, God made me know,
The awesome debt to Christ I owe,
Till at His Cross I knelt below,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

Of all the madness ever known that blighted humankind,
This tragedy must stand alone, of all that come to mind,
For Eve told Adam Satan’s lies… such that they both believed,
In hope that each would then be wise.. and yet each was deceived…
God gave them life, yet they chose death… their blessings were reversed
And from that moment they drew breath, both knew that they were cursed!

And even now, the Earth is, too, while it spins round and round…
God’s curse hurt me until I knew I could be Heaven-bound…
The Easter Story showed the ways Mankind could play the fool…
Yet God gave me amazing grace, while still a child at School…
I’m now a man, I’m born again, like billions God has blessed,
Yet can’t forget the madness when Mankind refused God’s best…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

What do I do with my money? I need the Lord's advice!
While, to some, that may sound funny... I really think it's wise...
He knows the bills I've got to pay... and those I don't have yet,
He's planned ahead for all I pray... so how could He forget?

I'm such a skinflint with my cash... and discounts helped me save...
With such resources I'm not rash... I'm cautious, Lord, not brave!
But then He comes again to ask, 'My child, it's time to give!
It's time that you complete this task... that others, too, might live!
My child, don't act like it's a chore!' So I obey God's will...
And so, I go online once more... to websites God loves still...

Donating here... donating there... Until the Lord says, 'STOP!'
'Thank God for that!' I say in prayer... 'At last, it's time to shop!'

Denis Martindale April 2018.

Lord Jesus knew what this week meant... no need to tell Him so...
His miracles were Heaven-sent... yet soon He had to go...
To leave behind disciples here... tormented by their grief,
With every kind of mortal fear... and even disbelief...
The prophecies must come to pass... the whip, the crown, the Cross...
Man's wisdom but a fragile farce... Christ's life itself the loss...
And soon my Saviour's Blood was shed... the end for Christ was nigh...
By faith, my Saviour paid Man's debt... as Mary wept nearby...
Behold the Lamb of God, indeed... no other lamb for me...
Because His Cross fulfilled each need... that day... on Calvary...
Yet let's rejoice that God forgives, despite Man's evil hours...
God raised His Son, Lord Jesus lives! He's yours, He's mine, He's ours!

Denis Martindale April 2018.

How many lost souls still to save? How many hearts to reach?
How many left that misbehave, with minds so hard to teach?
How many children taught in School, while God is left outside?
How many choose to play the fool, for whom the Saviour died?
How many mansions must Man build, while people starve to death?
How many wars, so more get killed and breathe their final breath?

How many spaceships must Man send, to prove that God exists?
How many years to comprehend, if each man's heart resists?
How many healings yet remain that Jesus must perform?
How many must each doubter gain, till each cold heart grows warm?
And how are we to serve God more.. now we've revelation?
The finest blessing, that's for sure, meant for every nation...

Stronger together! Day-by-day! Yet God seeks lost souls, too...
Perhaps that's why we pause and pray... there's so much left to do...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

When Jesus died for you, for me... did Jesus die in vain?
He left behind a legacy... a treasure we might gain...
The crown of thorns Christ had to bear... His robe gone, more or less...
Meant crowns of glory saints could wear... and robes of righteousness...
Beyond the sorrows and the loss... beyond the dreadful pain...
God gave Christ hope... beyond the Cross... death's power to restrain...
The promise of eternity... the Bride of Christ and more...
That's why Christ died for you, for me... no matter, rich or poor...
But what a price Christ had to pay... with John and Mary there...
Six hours long He had to stay... each evil sin to bear...
And when Christ died, He took them all, so that God could forgive...
Amazing grace... God's miracle... God's gift that we might live...
That's why a billion saints proclaim... We're saved! I'm saved! It's true!
And yet I ask in Jesus Name... Has Jesus saved you, too?

Denis Martindale April 2018.