A Word From Hell Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Love is a many splendid thing
So the song may ring out
But who in hell, this fact will sing
Burning, in rage not shout

Did Heaven not see me trying?
Were saints alone out there?
Would I, have not been applying
Knowing what pain I'll bear?

Heed well, souls bewildered living
Knowing not right from wrong
If other's you're not forgiving
How can you, sing life's song

True Life's of true love breathing
Ones selfishness aside
Whilst living, dying bequeathing
Through Christ, reigning inside

But living as I did with fools
Ignorant, just the same
Mocking, disobeying Life's rules
Forever to burn in shame

Though nought will I gain telling you
Though wisdom, long while failed
The living Christ one should pursue
In hell not to be jailed

What would I do, to be reborn
Know as I do today
'Till, beyond life's ultimate dawn
I'd live, walking God's Way

While you today, have freedom still
Time is fast growing late
Nothing can kill a person's will
Consider well my! fate.....