What Is It To Be Holy? Poem by Denis Martindale

Though I dress up in pure white robes
With crucifix above
And preach to sinners with lost hopes,
I'm nothing without love...
Nor am I holy like the Lord
On any given day,
If each temptation's not ignored
And secretly I stray...

Though I remain a celibate,
From when I first believed,
That's not enough to celebrate
If Heaven's grace I've grieved...
Nor am I holy when I give
A fortune to God's care,
God judges me by how I live,
Not just when I'm in prayer...

Though I remain, my faith intact,
To stand fast now and then,
Can that prevent my dreams, in fact,
Though hidden from all men?
Nor can God look away from me,
A sinner in His eyes,
For He remembers Calvary
And Jesus Christ who dies...

Though I'm a sinner from my birth
Until my final hour,
I yet repent to prove my worth,
So God grants me new power...
Nor am I here alone, dear friends,
For saints stand side-by-side,
Until the Christian Church Age ends
And we, with Christ, abide...

Though God is good, He's holy, too,
So disciplines await,
They come to me, they come to you,
Yet by God's love not hate...
Nor can God fail us in His plans,
Nor let us lack reward,
But blessed is each who understands
Hearts holy to the Lord...


Denis Martindale, copyright July 2014.


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