Expository Files 2.11
Nov. 1995

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    THE FRONT PAGE

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Several years ago my friend, W.R. Jones held a meeting
where I was working in Kansas. He used this poem I 
found recently.


THE HORRORS OF HELL

		Hell, the prison house of despair:
		Here are some things that won’t be there:
		No flowers will bloom on the banks of hell
		No beauties of nature we love so well.
		No comforts of home, music or song;
		No friendship or joy will be in that throng.
		No children to brighten the long weary night;
		No love, nor peace, nor one ray of light.
		No mercy nor pity, pardon nor grace;
		No water, O God, what a terrible place!
		The pangs of the lost no human can tell;
		No moment of ease --- there’s no rest in Hell.

		Hell, the prison house of despair;
		Here are some things that will be there:
		Fire and brimstone are there we know;
		For God in His word has told us so.
		Memory, remorse, suffering and pain;
		Weeping and wailing, but all in vain.
		Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God,
		Sinners who refused to be washed in the blood.
		Christ-rejectors while on earth they trod;
		Murderers, gamblers, drunkards and liars,
		Will have their part in the lake of fire.
		The filthy, the vile, the cruel and mean;
		What a terrible mob in hell will be seen.
		Yes, more than humans on earth can tell
		Are the torments and woes of Eternal Hell.


			-Author Unknown.