Walking through hell, the dark side of my Christianity is exposed.
Sounds like a sinful contradiction to the “perfect” Christian,
but what we hold back from Heaven,
you can believe hell is listening;
to those hidden passageways you’re afraid to bring to light.
Wonder why our community is so small,
well it’s because that darkness soon overtakes light.
What’s the point of following a blind path, hoping to fall off a cliff?
Wishing to end the pain and suffering this world has to give…
your heart, soon departs, and the error of your ways become more right,
as your rights all turn to wrongs;
hearing the cries of others but no one seems to comfort your sobs.
When death becomes the punishment you look forward to,
cause anything feels better than what you’re going through.
And through it you go, as the hands that once helped all start to fold;
for the flames are warmer than they can stand,
so the torch gets passed…until you’re the only one holding it…alone.
Determination presses me on as I accept the fact
that those (friends) who fall weren’t meant to lay eyes on the victory.
Sometimes the prize is meant for one you see.
But while walking through hell all you see is smoke and flames,
and the agonizing sounds of those who got that far
but stopped moving.
With love as my strength and God as my hope, I refuse to give up.
Hell is not the place for me, I may pass through…
But I’ll be damned if I never leave.