I Couldn't 'Scream

By forest_for_ever

Wed, 31 Oct 2018
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I Couldn’t Scream

 

I couldn’t scream…

Carnage unimaginable

A horror-painted dream

The fires of Hell

Incandescent suffering

But I couldn’t scream

 

A Maelstrom of agony

Endless souls woven

In the fabric of eternal pain

Counting the dead for eternity

Hades’ desert’s suffering grains

 

A black heart watches

Feeding on the doom

Punishment unending

Delights the Devil

As he surveys the infernal gloom

 

“Don’t come my way,

Don’t live a life of self!”

Message returned to sender;

Access denied.

Satan’s portals are a one way trip

 

Too late to scream,

Too late to dream

Of the good left undone

The things I could have been

Now recalled

In tormented waking dreams

No one would hear me…

I couldn’t scream

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Reminiscent of Scrooge's dreams, and also of the 'Rich man and Lazarus' (Luke 16:19), but Satan himself will torment us with the things we haven't done, and murmur that we could never be accepted and escape punnishment, and determindedly try to keep us from the good news of mercy and grace now. And it is in accepting grace, that we find the ability to live better (and less selfishly) with his help and peace isn't it, rather than a frightened feeling of 'I can't undo my failings, and I still mess up so much'! Pride keeps so many from asking help and pardon now, and trusting Jesus Christ paid the punishment for all repentant. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

You are right of course.   Grace is free and sometimes guilt prevents that joy.  Christ's love is unconditional..thank the Lord.