Sinful-soaked societies have many wandering souls.
A Waiter waits for them, both the fearing and the bold.
The Waiter knows the wicked, and hell’s prideful fallen,
No matter their temporal riches, if clean or very sullen.
As Life’s journey ends—God finishes the final pages.
A fiery Hell awaits, as the Waiter draws his wages.
Many rooms are filled, in heaven’s restful cottage.
No need to carry luggage or pay a costly mortgage.
Robes accommodates the solemn Saints expecting.
But hell, tortures souls, who may be unsuspecting.
Heavenly harps do play, as we enter New Jerusalem.
Shrilling sounds of hell reveal souls in pandemonium.
God provides a place of rest in peaceful bliss.
But unbelieving sinners will risk His iron Fist.
God knows our every thought, before it even starts,
There must be repercussions for their dirty hearts.
Hell can be avoided by receiving the Holy Christ.
He loved the sinners freely that cost a fatal price.
Like Hotel California, the lost sinner never departs.
Enter His Courts with praise, and leave this world apart.
This world has vain philosophy, with Satan’s evil vices.
Learn to live in purity—clothed in Christ the Righteous.
Hell’s misery is tangible, to burn sinners ashamed. But
The Waiter waits to honor—whoever trusts His Name.
Darrel Venable
2021
Divinity Poetry 