A Word About This Poem...
There are some who think they can scare others into becoming a Christian through the threat of going to Hell. According to scripture, Hell is a real concern and God can certainly use the fear of it as a means of bringing a person to Himself. But to beat the non-believer over the head with the threat of burning in Hell is as about as useful as fashioning ones hand to the shape of a gun (index finger pointed out, thumb up) and threatening to shoot...there is no evident firepower behind the threat of burning in Hell if the person does not believe that Hell is real to begin with.

Jesus said in John 10:26, "But you do not believe, because you are not of My sheep" and in John 6:44 "No one can come to me unless the Father who sent Me draws him." In the story that Jesus told concerning Lazarus and the rich man (Luke 16:19-31), the rich man, who is in Hades, asks Abraham to send someone to his brothers from the dead, so that they would believe and repent. Abraham's reply was, "If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets [scripture], neither will they be persuaded if someone rises from the dead" Luke 16:31.

The point is, God can use Hell or anything else He chooses as a means of getting a persons attention; but unless God opens a persons heart to believe it's not going to happen...not even in the presence of such a miracle as someone returning from the grave. So, while this poem is about Hell, a reality that scripture sets forth, it is not my intention to threaten people with it, especially those who do not believe in God or the Bible to begin with.




TIME TO GO

The lightning flashed, the house went dark,
and the rain continued to pour;
Then suddenly came a violent knock
Upon the man’s front door.

Fear entered, gripping his soul,
He felt a chill from head to toe;
He yelled, “who’s there?” A voice replied “Death,
Come with me, it’s time to go.”

The man’s soul continued to stand,
His body was shed to the floor;
A force moved him against his will
and he joined Death out the door.

As Death began to lead him away,
He asked, “am I Heaven bound?”
Death said not a word only pointed,
To an old iron gate in the ground.

The man’s eyes widened in terror!
He knew this was Hell’s gate.
He screamed and cried out for mercy,
But his pleas were eternally late.

 He trembled as the gate was opened,
Many voices moaned out his name -
As his soul was engulfed by the darkness,
 and consumed in the eternal flame…

Jesus shed His precious blood,
Are you washed by the crimson flow?
Where will Death escort you
When it comes your time to go?

"And the witness is this, that God has given
us eternal life, and this life is in His Son.
He who has the Son has the life; he who does
not have the Son of God does not have the life."
I John 5:11-12 (NASB)

©1997 A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.

 
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