The Dream

I once was sleeping peacefully On my mattress soft and warm, Undisturbed, surprisingly, When passed a thundring storm. And then I had a vision As I very sleepily sighed, I dreamed I was in Heaven; I had finally died. I was knocking on Heaven's door, But oddly it would not open. Suddenly, darkness surrounds me, And I was left on my knees gropin'. I search for light but never found it. Instead, a deadly fire came. The fire quick enveloped me round, A ring of eternal burning flame. And as I screamed in agony The Devil came to me. "It's no use to scream." he said. "For you are mine eternally!" "This cannot be!" I said. "I'm a Child of God, you see, Jesus Christ is my Saviour, He died to set me free." "NOOOOOO!" screeched the Devil. "Another soul for Him?!" Then he disappeared from sight, And I felt myself growing dim. Suddenly, I awoke with fright, For I had felt the pain of searing loss. I was grateful that I'd asked God To nail my sins upon His cross. For the pain I had felt, you see, Was from the ones who'd died. Who never asked the Saviour To give to them new life.