THE UNGODLY
They hate our Lord and spurn the truth,
They set their traps to snare our youth.
They lie, deceive and cast their spell,
They herd our young to death and Hell,
“Free sex!” they cry, “Enjoy! Have fun!”
“No power can stop what we’ve begun!”
Fired with passion, their sulphur breath,
Mocks at restraint and laughs at death,
Pours out its fury with hellish pride,
Laughs as its victims to terror slide.
Racing down the glacier slope,
Straight for the pit and bereft of hope,
Straight for the chambers of the lost,
When once that fatal line they’ve crossed,
Straight to the realm of unending grief,
Robbed of all good by a mocking thief,
Robbed of all joy as one born to die,
They’ve given their ear to the devil’s lie.
They sneered at God’s Word, and they would not heed;
They’ve broken their rein, like a runaway steed.
O who, tell me who, will stop their mad course,
And rescue their souls from unending remorse?
O God, give me grace to hear their pained cry,
To yearn over souls whose judgment draws nigh,
To pray and to plead that the victory be won,
Where the lost are the found, made alive in The Son.
Poem written by: A. M. Ross