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It's Hot Down There.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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     It's Hot Down There.....

Few of us speak of what we fear

What makes one’s blood run cold?

What happens when the judgement’s near?

When arms of death unfold?

 

What happens at the point of death?

When flesh returns to earth?

That day The Lord receives the breath

He loans to each at birth?

 

“Too late! Too late” could be the cry

When life gives up it’s lease

In vain we’d call to God on high

While pains of hell increase

 

Such torment strides the pit of shame

Through darkness thick and dense

Hungry is the avenging flame

That seeks no recompense

 

Yet fools will say still all is well

That life is fancy free

That after death there is no hell

We’ll only cease to be

 

Deceit; is Satan’s great delight

Through lies; we’re chained and bound

Frivolity can rob one’s sight

And keep from hallowed ground

 

But wisdom teaches crystal clear

Within God’s chosen throng

Who serve The Truth and God now fear?

Will sing the victor’s song

 

The rest will have no time to wait

Once death has crossed their path

They’ll share the devil’s dreadful fate

Within hell’s lake of wrath…..

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Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, February 17, 2013

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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