Welcome to discovering Divinity in Poetry. An easy way to grasp the simplistic rhythm and rhyme of poems that will enlighten and direct your soul to God of the Bible. Enjoy!

Poem

Smiling Faces

Smile shows you’re friendly, like smelling fragrances’ potpourri.

Smiling is easier than frowning, regardless whether clowning.

Children recognize happy smiles, so let it remain a while.

Smiles are contagious, like people who wear it feel religious.

Give a smile as a pick-me-up, not a shameful stick up.

Smiling is important to the soul, for the fearful and the bold.

It will give you a different outlook, like reading a funny book.

Smile, for God smiles at you; He heals to comfort your blues.

You smile when you’re sexy, but much less when you’re feisty,

Smile to change your character, unlike a furious reactor.

Smiles create warm atmospheres, makes mothers cry in tears.

Smiles make you less mean, as darkness waits for sunny beams.

Lend a smile and receive one back, this helps with love you lack.

Smile to show you’re thankful, and refuse to be revengeful.

Smile to brighten your face, and live by God’s Holy Grace.

Smile because God created all things, even for the wedding rings.

Keep smiling for the Lord loves a cheerful giver, not a selfish liver.

Stress is reduced when we smile, to eliminate cortisol for awhile.

Don’t hang around an angry man; they don’t smile like a close friend.

Smiling people should never abuse, as Hitler did among the Jews.

So put on a smile, and let your face shine in a different style.

 

Darrel Venable

 

Divinity in Poetry

His Gain or No Gain

We love our sin, but have no joy within.

We visit the doctors to cure our ills.

But pain still lingers, with lesser thrills.

We evade the law, to avoid being victims.

When less amused, we return to boredom.

We relish in sin, but lose our freedom.

Your soul suffers from hunger pains.

Many refuse God’s riches gains.

He feeds the birds, and heals the lame.

When Jesus Christ paid our debt,

He loved our souls till His final death,

He imparts His Spirit into our breath.

Jesus’ veins dripped bloody red,

But He resurrected from the dead.

His enemy is conquered and fled.

He ascended into heaven like a feather.

He our only way to the Heavenly Father,

And His Truths will abide forever.

But if we sever from our Holy God,

Blame yourself for not heeding His Word.

There’s peace in Heaven, but never a sword.

Life is sweet as we worship His feet.

Come ye blessed, and walk the golden streets.

Enter His gate freely, and be washed complete.

Darrel Venable

Darrel's Poetry Blog

 

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