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
Divinity Poetry 