Feel the heat of hell

 O Why do we try so,

O why do we fret?

Block her, blind her, just don’t remind her 

How bad that place can get 

One more time, One last chance 

Put off the pending parse 

She dares to dance while there’s the chance

Refuse his realm as farce 

That’s why Christians cry so much 

It’s why we weep so well 

We give up ease for terms of peace 

We feel the heat of hell 

We light the Lamp upon its stand 

We run to ring the bell 

We can’t  let you just slip on through 

We feel the heat of hell 

One more save, one last time 

Can’t help but try again 

Risk our rep, give up on gold 

To gain another friend 

It’s all there is at end of day 

It’s clear all else will burn 

The ones let in that darkest day 

Will be the ones who turn 

What can we give You as terms of peace 

What on earth can we bring 

Keep seeking High as we struggle and die 

The answer’s  ‘everything’.

Luke 14:31-33

“Or suppose a king is about to go to war against another king. Won’t he first sit down and consider whether he is able with ten thousand men to oppose the one coming against him with twenty thousand? If he is not able, he will send a delegation while the other is still a long way off and will ask for terms of peace. In the same way, those of you who do not give up everything you have cannot be my disciples.