Some Will Follow
I had a dream the other night,
about a man in a gown of white.
He had a crown made of thorns,
and hands that were scared, and torn.
His eyes were soft, filled with so much love,
and a halo beamed down from Heaven above.
In His hand, a Bible He held,
that is when He spoke of the burning hell.
There is a place that is firey red,
a place reserved for millions of dread,
My children of faith will not see, the pit of
fire, and the misery beneath, they will ride
upon the clouds to eternity.
Evil walks in this place of doom,
where unbelievers forever roam.
Some will follow, and some will stray,
but my Fathers's Promise, is getting
closer with each passing day.
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