I That Troddeth Through Flames of Hades To Burn
I That Troddeth Through Flames Of Hades To Burn
I that troddeth through flames of Hades to burn
Sheddeth my blacken, snakelike and scaly skin
As glowing embers scorch me, this I did learn
Man has no other course but to wallow in sin.
This dark world, its ungodly gifting of pleasure
Holds sweetest, that taste of our depraving lusts
As evil enfolds life and casts its false treasures
Its blackened winds destroy with their hidden gusts!
Pray tell, which saving grace awaits one's reaching hand
And will wield power, to a long, lost soul rescue
Doom and gloom are true shadows within this land
As rushing storms fly forth to envelope me and you!
As I pray, will you understand my great woe?
Should I run far away, will you too, dare to go?
Robert J. Lindley,
July 12th 1994, ( Why We Know God Exists )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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