By: Tom Wright
Hell will not flash as a powder pit
And then see its embers quietly die.
Nor will one scream just for a bit
But for eternity will plead and cry.
Then, there’s remorse over bad seed.
But in eternity it’s become too late.
And though for mercy one may plead
Response is void from heavens gate.
At last, a thought of Christmas’s past
And the gift of Christ, one never gave.
How sad that when life was o’er at last
Death’s sting was felt beyond the grave.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019