one day i was walking along the street
across the road i met his eye.
he looked as though he had someone to meet
little did i know it was i
"excuse me, miss. can you spare me some time?
i'll tell you a story of old
i want to give you a little book to read;
im concerned about your soul."
"im already a christian!" i was nearly seething
"go find some other people!
ive heard of and know exactly what you're doing
and i think it cheapens the gospel!"
later that day i told the Lord
before into the night i turned
"God, im glad im not like that man!
he was a major embarrassment!"
as a went to sleep i had a strange dream
beginning in the regions of the damned.
i didn't know what the dream would mean
but i was about to find out then
i dreamt a letter had been written down there
by a suffering and tortured soul
crying for escape from death and it's snares
where pain was taking its toll
a request had been made to have it delivered
to someone living above
from one in the place of the eternally damned
to someone still safe on earth
a messenger began his long journey
through the caverns of the lost
tortured souls crying out for mercy
those who rejected His gift on the cross
i knew the lost souls would spend eternity in darkness
weeping and gnashing their teeth
for the Bible did say, once and for all
HELL is really no myth
the messenger finally reached the entrance
of the fiery gates of death
i saw he was headed towards my house
where he dropped the letter and left
my hands shook as i read the letter
i knew the handwriting only too well
it was not from any distant stranger
but from a friend burning in hell
"my friend, i fear that
i stand in judgement now
and i feel that you
are to blame somehow
while on this earth
i walked with you day by day
yet never did once
you ever pointed the way
you knew the Lord
in truth and in glory
but why didn't you ever
tell me of His story?
my knowledge then
was very dim
you could and should have
led me safe to Him
though we lived together
up there on earth
you never did tell me
of your second birth
and now i stand in hell
this day forever condemned in
all because you failed
to simply mention Him
you taught me many things
i know that's true
i called you my friend
and i trusted you
but i learned now
that it's all too late
you could have kept me
from this terrible fate
we had so much time together
why didn't you share the truth?
you had everything to gain
yet nothing to lose
we walked together
day and night
and yet you showed me
not the light
you let me live
love, and die
all the while you knew
i'll never live on high
yes, i called you my
friend in life
i trusted you
and joy and strife
and yet in coming
to this very end
i see that you
weren't really my friend."
i awoke in fear and sweat
but thanking God she was still alive
i thought of that still possible chance
for her to receive Lord Jesus Christ
i shudder at the thought
should she know Christ never
the smoke of her torment
would rise for ever and ever
"tell her now." i heard the Lord say
"but i don't know how to Lord"
as i wondered what she'll say
but God knew better, "nothing of that sort!"
two days later i decided to call
to save her from her worse possible fate
but to my utmost shock and horror
i learnt she was already dead
i knew God would hold me responsible
for she could have been saved
but my eyes were just too blind to see
the way that God had paved
i knew there was no second chance
now that she was dead
she'd died, lost, and gone down below
all because i was afraid.

©jo-leen

the urgency of the hour, people!
saturday's service was really a blessing; im glad i did not skive x)
seriously, after the founders day parade, i was so exhausted and tired out that i was tempted to skip service and rest.
i even sent out an sms to ben to tell him i didn't want to go to church and that i needed to catch some ZZZs lol.
i actually fell asleep on the train, fortunately it terminates at pasir ris otherwise i would be totally -_-
haha, thank God for the lady who was nice enough to rouse me from my sleep when it was time to get off the train :D
anyway, i told God that i wanted to sleep, that i needed it.
but somehow, i just sensed Him telling me that i should go, tired as i am.
okay fine i admit i was grouchy and frustrated and i groused to God a little about it, duh. haha
but saturday's service was about your calling from God; it made me think back about the mission trip i went for 3 years ago which was oh-so-amazing!
i remembered watching God at work, miracle healings and stuff.
i can't describe to you the awesomeness of it; you HAVE to see it for yourself, really.
for those who are contemplating attending missions this year or so, GO!!!!
don't forget why people need God, and you'll definitely have no regrets going for MTs i can testify to that! x)