SNATCHED FROM THE FLAMES

SNATCHED FROM THE FLAMES

(Inspired by Jude 1:23)

I stood at an open door to hell;

The entrance was brightly lit.

I saw a room filled with treasures;

I was lured; I couldn't quit.

I went another step further.

Satan beckoned me in.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,”

He said with a charming grin.

I knew I should be wary of him,

But the treasures looked so inviting.

He promised me I could be rich;

The concept was so exciting.

He pointed to several other doors,

On the far side of his lair.

When he stood, his shadow loomed over me,

Then he hissed, “Come, I’ll escort you there.”

I wanted just a peek or two,

Behind the door labeled “Fame.”

On the way I chose some treasures;

I was hooked, I would not be the same.

I opened the door and slowly walked through;

My name up in lights I could see.

There was a stage with a microphone,

And a crowd was beckoning me.

I strutted upon the stage to sing;

I blew kisses before I began.

When thick, black smoke filled the air,

Toward the door labeled “Power” I ran.

I entered the door and slammed it shut.

Ironically I said, “Cool!”

Therein was a throne with my name engraved,

And a kingdom for me to rule.

I got drunk on all my power,

Til again the fires began.

My little kingdom went up in smoke;

Towards the entrance I quickly ran.

All I could think of was wife and home,

For behind me rained sulfur and fire.

The door was barred, so there I collapsed.

Satan is such a big liar.

I woke from my dream all drenched in sweat;

I could still feel my heart in a race.

My wife looked up from her prayers to see,

The tears on my fear-stricken face.

Now I’m content with what I have;

I praise God with daily Hosannahs.

I have more respect and love for my wife,

Who still wonders at my singed pajamas.

Becky Overturf Wall

Be merciful to those who doubt; save others by snatching them from the fire... Jude 1:22-23