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
Why enjoy sex, but suffer disease.
We hoard, but savings comes and flees.
We love our sin, but have no joy within.
We visit the doctors to cure our ills.
But pain still lingers, and leaves no thrills.
We evade the law to avoid being victims.
We’re amused, but we return to boredom.
We relish our sins, but lose our freedoms.
We eat, but still have hungry pains.
Many refuse God’s riches gains,
But why go to Hell, and suffer pain?
When Jesus Christ paid our debt,
He loved our souls even in death,
To instill His Spirit into our breath.
He died after His blood dripped red,
But He resurrected from the dead.
His enemy was conquered, and fled.
He ascended into heaven like a feather.
He is the only way to the Father,
And His truth will abide forever.
But if we sever from our Holy Lord,
Blame yourself for not heeding His Word.
There’s peace in Heaven and never a sword.
Life’s so sweet as we worship at His feet.
Come ye blessed into the joy that’s sweet.
Enter His gate freely, and be made complete.
Darrel Venable
We say, “I love you” over and over,
But when it fades we hope to recover.
By chance we split, and our end is blue.
And you want to shift to someone new.
Remember we’ll end in eternal heaven,
But we dwell in bodies with little leaven.
By chance our love grows freezing cold.
Remember our times as lovers of old.
We laughed so hard we went belly up.
We dined at night with bottomless cups.
There are no regrets we’ve spent together.
We appreciated and accepted one another.
Remember our flaws and sinful behaviors?
Somehow they skipped like turning pages.
Our future was hell bound minus the Lord,
But we’re tightly held by love’s strong cord.
I was obliged to love you and God a lot,
Now nothing can sever the love we’ve got.
Darrel Venable
Out of their belly’s we came out crying.
Thanks to our mother’s pain and sighing.
We crawled around and played the same.
We delighted in mother’s playful games.
As growing teens, their honor was slim.
We smoked, partied, and watched dirty films.
We considered them old and very peculiar. but
Blessed are mother’s for accepting our failures.
The older we got the more we cussed.
They endured much grief–more than enough.
We lied, cheated, and wanted more stuff.
Thanks to our mother’s that cared to fuss.
We love to devour a mouthful at dinners,
And talk in ways of learning their wisdom.
Now as adults, we can rest on their bosoms,
Ingratiating our mothers for enduring our Winters,
Thanking them for loving us wayward sinners.
Darrel Venable
The glowing Sun grows the tall green grass,
Drops down sweat upon the working brow.
It burns the fearful forests, but lightens blue skies.
It caresses children frolicking in verdant fields.
Yet is respected by its ultraviolet rays that
Blinds staring eyes. It gives Seasons in years,
And hours in days, while birds chirp at sunrise.
Yet He who made the Sun made Hell without light.
While the Morning Star shines forever, it awakens
Sinful souls benighted by worldly woes. Give
God glory, like lilies dancing in Spring’s sunrays.
As it beams the dawning horizons, the Sun
Hovers over man and living creatures, to
Give us strength by its persistent poise.
But the Sun will cease to give her light.
No more will the Sun scorch the skin.
God’s Son will lighten every saved soul,
And a new Heaven and new Earth will
Allow new bodies to worship God freely.
So will it be with God’s Magnificent Light.
Darrel Venable
Sinful-soaked societies have many wandering souls.
A Waiter waits for them, both the fearing and the bold.
The Waiter knows the wicked, and hell’s prideful fallen,
No matter their temporal riches, if clean or very sullen.
As Life’s journey ends—God finishes the final pages.
A fiery Hell awaits, as the Waiter draws his wages.
Many rooms are filled, in heaven’s restful cottage.
No need to carry luggage or pay a costly mortgage.
Robes accommodates the solemn Saints expecting.
But hell, tortures souls, who may be unsuspecting.
Heavenly harps do play, as we enter New Jerusalem.
Shrilling sounds of hell reveal souls in pandemonium.
God provides a place of rest in peaceful bliss.
But unbelieving sinners will risk His iron Fist.
God knows our every thought, before it even starts,
There must be repercussions for their dirty hearts.
Hell can be avoided by receiving the Holy Christ.
He loved the sinners freely that cost a fatal price.
Like Hotel California, the lost sinner never departs.
Enter His Courts with praise, and leave this world apart.
This world has vain philosophy, with Satan’s evil vices.
Learn to live in purity—clothed in Christ the Righteous.
Hell’s misery is tangible, to burn sinners ashamed. But
The Waiter waits to honor—whoever trusts His Name.
Darrel Venable
2021
The one-eyed monster consumes within.
And saturated hearts of malleable children.
It wastes time, and pollutes precious minds.
There’s no end how it corrupts humankind.
We watch it daily, but without contentment
We’re mesmerized yet remain unrepentant.
It develops dysfunctional communication,
By implanting thoughts of immoral subjugation.
It Leaves souls bereft with meager creativity,
And greatly grieves our soul’s spirituality.
It condones nudity without accountability.
We’re blind to believe our blatant idolatry.
It damages our dynamic personalities.
We like its entertaining and vain realities.
Wisely used, it yields educational benefits.
But beware of its social-media’s pundits.
Darrel Venable
2022
We say, “I love you” over and over,
But when it fades—will hope recover?
If by chance we split, and life ends blue,
And you want to shift to someone new.
As we dwell in bodies with little leaven,
Remember we’ll live in eternal heaven.
By chance our love grows freezing cold,
Remember the times our love was bold?
We laughed so hard we went belly up.
We dined at night, and played like pups.
There’re no regrets in times spent together.
We appreciated and accepted loving each other.
Forget about our flaws and sinful behaviors,
Somehow, they skipped like turning pages.
Our future is bright being led by the Lord.
We’ve bonded so tightly by love’s strong cord.
I’m much obliged to love God, and you a lot!
Let’s us continue in grace and love we’ve got.
Darrel Venable
2021
As I enter to possess the Promised Land,
Like Caleb, I’ll conquer that Mountain high.
And like Jesus gave that Samaritan Woman,
I’ve already tasted that spring filled fountain.
My life needed rest from intruding thoughts.
I suffered enough of anguish full of fraught.
That mountain was very lofty and high,
Yet my Captain’s ability was very nigh.
I’ve long withstood those dirty demons.
I wanted to dwell desperately in freedom.
Nevertheless, God victoriously granted it.
I only needed to fight and subdue it.
I wanted so very long to abide there.
For it’s my inheritance fair and square.
His precious promise sealed the deal.
After Christ conquered death and hell,
I became joint heirs of His Eternal Will.
What hinders me now?
All Christ’s enemies must humbly bow.
And when this war of horror is over,
I’ll thank Jesus—my Lone and Kingly Victor!
Darrel Venable
2021
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