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.