TO MUCH TO BEAR
to Steve Hults
God does not pity the wicked,
Won't compromise, concede or be tricked;
God is loving, just and holy,
He's a kind Father but He's strict.
Once there was a very rich man,
Who lived easy like rich men do;
His fine clothes showed off his great wealth,
His home was luxurious too.
Then there was a very poor man,
Who lived hard with not much to eat;
Raggy clothes covered body sores,
On the poor man from head to feet.
He was laid to beg at the gate,
That led to the rich man's table;
In want of any crumbs that fell,
The poor man lay there unable.
Dogs passing by would lick his sores,
Later on when the poor man died;
Heavenly angels carried him,
Off to stand at Abraham's side.
The rich man died and was buried,
In hell, in the place of the dead;
Through tormented eyes he could see,
Where Lazarus the poor man tread.
"Send Lazarus to cool my tongue,"
The rich man begged,
"Please have mercy;"
Father Abraham answered back,
"You're where you'll see eternity.
There's no bridge to where you reside,
You can't come here, we can't go there;"
"Warn my loved ones," the rich man cried,
"Tell them this pain's to much to bear."
By Caryl Ramsdale
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August 08, 2002