Christians play worldly music,
Flop on Dance floors,
Listen to girly gossip,
Watch trashy television,
Read baneful books,
When the Gospel isn’t preached,
And there’s a Bible to teach,
And poor souls aren’t reached,
And there’s a great commission,
Because He died for remission,
When lost souls are invaluable,
And God’s Word is indestructible,
When Christ conquered Calvary,
And He is the King of Glory!
Show God that He’s still worthy,
By telling others the gospel Story.
Darrel Venable
Lovers in the night, talk
With smooth silky tongues,
As they relish in midnight fun.
Hoping that drunken parties
Will fill their empty wells, as
The Rich Man warned to tell.
They wiggle Earthly bodies
With eyes of twilight glee,
To capture naked booty,
For a small nominal fee.
As lights are dim, with
Brew below the rim, A
Scorpion stings its venom,
And wastes another victim.
Yet they seek it yet again,
For another evening thrill.
Filled with waiter’s cocktails,
they reveal their secret tales.
The simple seem no harm.
By the Devil’s evil charms.
Will they ever abstain, from
Passions that profane?
When souls wake again,
The sinners never cease, as
Satan spins their dizzy heads–
Held captive without peace.
Darrel Venable
2015
Divinity Poetry 