THE REALITY OF HELL
I scream and cry in agony, and shed evaporating tears.
You'd think my body would burn up, I've been here so many years!
There is no end in sight, we just keep adding to the crowd.
My lying preacher is down here, too; and screaming just as loud! 153
He, and others, lied to me, baptism is not accepted.
This is where I ended up because the Savior I rejected.
I'm not sitting in a corner, playing cards and drinking beer;
Like the joke I used to tell to every listening ear.
The Devil is not the King of Hell. I'm told he'll be here, too.
The all powerful God is in control and has his end in view.
Sadly, some here knew the Bible; but did not comprehend it's worth.
They didn't believe Christ died for them while they were still on earth.
It's dark, there's excruciating pain, and shadows moving in the flame.
I pass the time and gnaw my tongue until they call my name.
I've been told it will get worse after the Great White Throne.
It all depends on what's in the books. I'm lost! I'll stand alone.
The cruelest tool is the memory of those who witnessed to me
I remember how I ridiculed them, and failed the truth to see.
They told me Jesus died for me; if I only had believed.
My sins would all have been forgiven, and Eternal life received.
The pain, the flames, and memory, are my most miserable fate.
Hell is a real place, after all; and I have believed too late!