The house is dark,

The bedroom light is out,

And the nightshade is drawn.

In the bed he lays,

With the blanket of God

Pulled over him.                                                                                                                                                                He is asleep in the Lord.

He is dead in the world.

He no longer exists.

What once was, does not last.

The worms will try,

But won’t be satisfied.

His body will not be enough for the grave,

Which cries out for more.

He suffered little,

But caused much,

And will find his.                                                                                                                                                       He was a prince in his dreams

With plans that now

Come to nothing.

In life he craved for the passions

Of the love of this world,

But for all that,

The world now ejects him,

And yet, folds him into her own dread.

What once accompanied him

That was named Hope,

He never acknowledged,

And now a transformation to Despair

Has been accomplished,

And it reaches out and grips him

With ten thousand hands.

No escape is possible.                                                                                                                                                              Who was this man?

Who is this that now

Is in destined damnation?

Without Jesus Christ…

He is me.

Without Jesus Christ…

The face revealed

To you, is you.


In life, receive Jesus Christ

As the Son of God.

Then with hope,

Be destined into glory,

And then you will never know, this darkness

Of sins’ reward.


Sins’ Reward by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                    Romans 6:23

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