My heart will always yearn
to love you as fire burns.
My mind will always
keep thinking of you.
My hands are here to
manually serve you.
My tongue will speak
highly well of you.
My feet run swiftly
after you, like hunting foxes.
My ears are attentive
to hear your pleasant voices.
O let me smell your aromatic scents,
and lay my hands upon your Soft
gentle skin as a masseur.
Come solace our mortal lives
under moon-lit pleasures.
Darrel Venable
Generations have changed in fickled ways.
Our Constitutional documents hardly sway.
Jesus fulfilled The Mosaic Law in His day.
HIs bloody sacrifice resulted in a heyday.
We all inherited Adam’s sinful nature,
Jesus can change our inherited future.
He ended His life by a deadly blow, now
we escape tyranny by grace He bestows.
Nations will decline, by sins they show.
Some are conquered by a distant foe.
Their Armies disappear like foggy air,
And women drown deep into despair.
God’s Word never changes, unlike our wages.
Beaming light to all Nations throughout Ages.
Blessed is the Nation who trusts in their God,
Lifting up praises—singing Hosanna’s loud.
When we enter eternity, and many shall fall.
Few are saved, but will you heed God’s call?
Darrel Venable
Divinity Poetry 