I wrote this poem one cold night in January of 2013 working a part-time shift as a cop. No specific reason at the time. It really just came out of nowhere. I had the thought, “Open your laptop and write”. So I did.
We talk about what heaven is going to be like; and how amazing it will be with God one day. But I don’t think we realize that our choices here on earth could also put us in a place where being stuck (or damned) is a very real possibility. I want to choose heaven.
Winter Hell –
Winter Hell is standing in place at midnight, on a cold frozen prairie, with little moonlight.
Your face hurts, bitter winds do blow, your skin is now frozen and so are your bones.
No comfort at all, can’t move, don’t care; with dark, wicked thoughts filling your mind with despair.
But wait there’s a campground, a fire, a light; with people around with hearts of delight.
Hearing voices and songs, wondering who it might be, to realize it’s your one and only family.
The one you let go for your pride and your must, then never turning from such terrible lusts.
Hell is the thoughts of what might have been, and knowing you can’t act and no more pretend.
The fire, the light, the warm smiles above; were traded for false passions, frozen thoughts, and no love.
Now you hear prayers rush over your shoulder, it’s your family to God, please help our lost father.
Hell is knowing you may climb back there one day, but you’re stuck for now frozen, filled with dismay.
Will there ever come a time to hold your family again? Was it worth it, the thought comes again and again.
The price must be paid and justice must pass; will this Winter Hell end, how long will it last?
There’s now a dark camp behind you, they’re saying your name; they are they who helped you shame your great name.
But wait you can walk, only backwards towards sin, slipping faster and further away from your kin.
But it’s simple to walk down the dark hill with ease; it tastes delicious again to do as you please.
This life is for men to prepare and know, that repentance was meant for each day as we go.
Unlimited chances here in the flesh, but frozen in time our choices will be after death.
This can be avoided by keeping His name, the “how often” question won’t haunt you in vain. (Matt 23:37)
His arms are stretched out, He calls and He loves, keep my commandments from my Father above.
And so it is after this life without Christ, we must pay the Winter Hell at a terrible price.
