Month: December 2022

Puffy clouds may never stay,
Nor its rain that falls by day.
I relish your words of love,
But they fly away like doves.
Clouds may pass tomorrow,
Yet I wallow in my sorrow.
If only clouds would thunder.
I would never more wonder.
When clouds clash over me,
If your lips utter, I love thee.
Yet the days go by in years.
My pillow floods with tears.
As night ends with the shadows,
I long for sunshiny meadows.
Plucking dandelions—is love for me?
Hoping God honors this simple plea.
Remember me, as clouds roll away.
Your love always brightens my day.

Darrel Venable

People vie for your body, soul, and spirit.
Unsparing wolves hide in sheep’s clothing,
Lurking in places, that is least expecting.
He strips our youth’s precious purity.
He stumps maturity with heavy anxiety.
We need success and victories to win.
Not as men living in messy pig pens.
Maybe your clean and full of charm.
Or too cool and calm to be alarmed.
Have you stopped to think about Hell?
Perhaps you are hung-up on certain sins.
Perhaps you’re a whoremonger or liar
No need to panic, Jesus kicked the bier.
He is alive today to satisfy the soul,
You can avoid Hell’s enlarged fiery hole.
Just accept his blood binding treatise.
Or sin will rob your peaceful felicities.
Fear only Him who cast folks into hell.
No one can thwart His perfect will.
Joy awaits all sinners truly repentant.
The Lord confiscates that selfish tenant.
Will you be free from Satan’s’ heavy load?
Renew your mind by His Word of Old?

Darrel Venable