The Wicked

Wicked livid witches brew

angry hatred to attack holy lights.

These sinners are blind and depraved.

As the seas burying their dead,

their graves never fill.  Yet simple sinners

fall into destruction, like

Humpty Dumpty who had a great fall.

Even as Adam fell; we all fall indeed.

But few escape their blind perceptions,

Leading to hell from sinful conceptions.

Cold hearted lies darkened through

Satan’s destractions, as he pierces dim eyes

Into utter destruction.  The World’s hollowed hearts

are dearthed, waiting for crystal clear waters,

 to burst from their dry empty wells.

The truth cries out:  come up hither and sit

Above the proud mountains.  Your soul seeks

refreshments from springs of living fountains.

As you cast thyself down into a dirty grave,

hope rises in the Lord’s Resurrection.

After all is said and done, 

will you reign with God’s Eternal Son?

Darrel Venable

2021

What Would Jesus Do?

Would Jesus visit porn perverted stars? 

Or sit with those in darkened bars,

Or converse with horny homos, 

Or crash those Mardi Gras’ parties, 

 And preach to sin sick cities,

Like the lost in Vegas venues? 

Perhaps He’d correct corrupt politicians

For lying like self-righteous-rich-religions,

That impose needless rules on gullible fools.

He’d comfort sickly seniors—dying in homes alone.

And feed hungry children with plenty on the bone.

He’d touch those with the corona-virus too, 

And touch those afflicted with the common flu.

He’d cure deep depression of every mortal kind,

And shine His light in darkened suicidal minds.

It costs Jesus much blood to cure our fatal blues.

We try to save face, but sin stains the human race.

Jesus died to save us from this cursed-inflicted-place.

Jesus Christ alone, frees us thru His redeeming grace.

Darrel Venable

January 2022