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Bound For Hell
Blazing hot
I wish it not
Hell is not for kids.

A shaken fist
A traitor's kiss
No lengthening embrace.

Those who won't
And all who don't
Accept the God above

Leave no place
To see His face;
Sinners on the skids.

~ Tim ~     December 30, 2008

Other poems by tim:

Departed for Glory
Broken No Longer
My Brother the King
Christ has Come
A Finished Course
What Christmas Means to Me
Autumn Commemoration
A Lesson from a Tree
I Have Sinned
The God Who Speaks
When Death Marches Through the Land


Do you know Him?