A DESPERATE SOUL'S FINAL PLEA
A Voice came to me last night,
Pleading for me to make things right.
I heard the desperation,
Felt the souls separation
Never before did I listen so much
To someone I could not touch.
At first I thought I was going crazy,
My mind felt kinda dizzy.
Then I could not fight this anymore,
The tears started falling to the floor.
Reality took a hold of me
It had me praying faithfully.
I will tell you the words,
I heard the soul speak,
Though it was like a whisper,
very weak.
I could sense, this was a last plea
A soul's silent scream.
Here are the words below,
from this tormented soul:
I sat trying to drown the sorrow,
Wondering if I'd even see tomorrow.
With all this pain and agony,
I wondered would it ever end,
Or remain with me?
Is it true what I hear?
Is my final destiny here?
Bitterness has consumed me whole
Fear has settled in and won't let go.
There is no turning back now,
And I have to let them know some how!
Please, Please! I beg of Thee!
Do not let them follow me!
Tell them, I took the wrong path,
It's not too late for them to escape God's wrath.
Tell them there really is a tormenting place,
For those who don't accept God's Grace.
If only they could hear my voice.
I'd tell them not to make the same choice.
Oh! Please let them know,
for their own benefit,
I don't want them to go, No! No!
Not here with me, I love them too much.
Warn them for me, I scream out loudly,
And they just cannot hear me.
Tell them, please because,
They miss me, I can hear them cry.
I'd rather never see them again,
Than have them commit
The unforgivable sin!
I do not want them joining me,
I'm in a place of agony!
I want you to tell my family,
I do not want them to follow me!
They could still turn from their wicked ways,
It's too late once you enter death's gates.
There is no turning back to me,
I have foolishly chosen my destiny.
Tell them to not be fools as I,
Tell them! Oh please
Let them know before they die.
If I could go back to yesterday,
I would repent from my wicked way.
I would trust Jesus,
Who defeated the grave.
He did this all for me!
Yet, it's Jesus that I did not receive.
Even the demons here believe.
Look! What my closed heart did to me.
I have no one to blame,
Other than myself,
For these flames.
You tried to share God's love with me,
And I rejected it boldly.
This will be hard for them to receive,
But, I beg of you to do what you can,
To make them believe.
I do not want my loved ones here,
Along with all my torment,
That is my greatest fear!
I cannot talk to you again,
So I beg you to tell them for me,
To stop living in sin.
This was the message I recieved,
And as it spoke, it was hard to believe.
Then I remembered in the Bible where,
The rich man said to the poor man,
"I have nothing to spare."
After death the poor man went into a place
of rest and peace.
The rich man went to a place of agony,
That would not cease.
The rich man begged for water from above,
There was no way to even feel love.
I thought to myself briefly,
After all God has done for you and me.
Yet some still refuse God's gift of eternal rest,
And wind up dying, thinking they're doing best.
It breaks my heart into,
That I can only pray and try to share
God's truth too.
But, how can I convince them of this?
How will they ever believe,
I heard their loved one's last wish?
Written by Christina Foster
May 20, 2005
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