Silent
screams pouring from my terror-filled soul
The
doctor’s assured me that all had gone well
So
why all this torment of demons from hell?
I
noticed my family in stark unbelief
As
news reached their ears of my sudden decease.
No
plans for the future had ever been made
Now
only wild flowers grow over my grave.
I
lived for the good things in life to be had
And
really didn’t think I was doing too bad
Repentance
from sin was an old fashion trick
The
church had in mind to disturb me when sick
But
now only memories are left to reflect
The
Voices of warning are haunting me yet
Across
from this chasm the knock still is heard
As
Jesus still pleads to respond to His Word.
I have an appointment
before The White Throne
There’s
no second chance for my sin to atone
The
debt of my guilt Christ had offered to pay
Are
the tormenting chains I must carry for aye.
--B.
Pent
