There’re hills in life and rocky vales <br />There’re thorns on roses too <br />There’re tranquil days and stormy gales <br />And ways we should pursue <br /> <br />Yet life on earth is but a trial <br />God’s sifting of the sand <br />Some walk to victory with a smile <br />Others don’t understand <br /> <br />Suicide is the lonesome door <br />Where darkness seeks to be <br />Unknowing that forever more <br />That death we’ll never see <br /> <br />Do not believe satanic lies <br />Man’s rest is not the tomb <br />For all who sleep will surely rise <br />And face God’s judgement room <br /> <br />For surely as The Father lives <br />Who hears His children’s cry <br />Who loves so much through Christ He gives <br />The only way on high <br /> <br />All others! Are but roads to hell <br />Within the fiery lake <br />As God’s true word explains too well <br />That there be no mistake <br /> <br />Suicide leads to endless shame <br />Like murder theft and lies <br />Except we call on Jesus’ name <br />Before our sad demise <br /> <br />But suicides; cannot return! <br />To seek salvation’s claim <br />Without remorse they’re doomed to burn <br />Within hell’s pit of flame<br /><br />Michael P. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-129/
