The Beauty of Hell
An awful place beyond our nightmare's worst
A dwelling for all those the Lord hath cursed
And none the bands of yoke asunder burst
It's purpose seem most crooked and perverse
For there is no one righteous nor benign
The wicked have their portion fair assigned
For though the reason I could not divine
I know there is a grand and just design
Eternal flames dark, icy hearts shall thaw
And in great pain, their lying tongues will gnaw
Their conscience seared bear witness with such awe
The holy Sovereign, perfect without flaw
Like waters to a thirsty hart the news,
Of what he's done deep in my heart I mused
Beloved seed of woman was refused
Who for my sin, the Lord was pleased to bruise
With love He spoke the truth that hell is real
For being tempted, he like we did feel
Though guiltless, all our sins in him conceal
In dying, our iniquities did heal
And all of this, God planned before we fell
For without evil, there would be no hell
Yet in his wisdom did much more excel
To gladly suffer fools, serves justice well
I once tried to imagine in my mind
That while in hell with fairest demons dined
And decked with purple linen most refined
But out of Zion, perfect beauty shined
I'd rather be in hell without a sin
Than be in heaven void of Christ within
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2019
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