My Prayer Poem by fallen angel

I cried out to the lord
And I heard him say
What will ye that I shall do unto you?
That my eyes maybe opened I asked
And with his gentle touch they were
My cold heart warmed
And I found a sense of peace at last
I opened my eyes
And for the first time in a long while
I saw clearly
Then it came to me
As quick as the sight granted
For many are called
But few are chosen
How can ye escape the damnation of hell?
And in this I found great comfort
So after all that you have done to me
I will forgive you
But will he?