A Bed Made In Hell Poem by Suzae Chevalier

Speaker of many lies is a liar-
His soul is stuck in the mire.
They say their heart's evil desire
playing with God's eternal fire.
Will their god's in their minds make them braver?
Will their god's in their minds be their Lord and Savior?
The lies they speak from their heads
keep them warm in their eternal beds?
Their bed made in hell they make a little thicker
as they arrive in their baskets made of wicker.
For their books have been written-
a tally has been made-
they made their eternal beds in the grave.
But can their spirits still be saved-
at the very end of the day?
Can the sinner still become a winner?
Or will the ice they tread become thinner?
Will their hearts keep getting colder?
for we know God is the great molder…
He is the maker of their clay-
He created them for that Day.
For in the end they will pay-
for every thoughtless evil word they say…
and hell has no ending…
it just begins, begins and starts all over again.
It keeps getting larger every day…
For it will come in the end that Great Day.
The speaker of lies is a liar
he chooses his life in the fire.
For the fire never ends it never tires…
it just begins with flames of fire.
It's Heaven or hell my dear friend
where will you bed be in the end?

Written by Suzae Chevalier on December 24,2020