The Prison House of Despair

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.

By Catherine Dangle