Before The Gate Poem by Sam Betts
Before The Gate
Before the gate.
What right you stand before this gate
You wretched things maligned with hate
Your sins are many you never gave a toss
You can't enter here you never paid the cost
So answer now yet you'll never cross and hells fires will toast our loss
He told us that we'd paid the cost if we'd repent we were not lost so into these fire pray don't toss he was the man on the middle cross.
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