No, Not Really

                 No, Not Really

The Christ will not ascend to heaven while

One sinner screams in hell or close His gates.

This absolute is known, or, if not, vile

That Gospel truth of love since hellfire waits

Forever and forever forcing God,

Omniscient, to feel the fact of pain

Unending and unending, showing odd

The doctrine of salvation with the stain

Of agony inside His knowing heart

That has that torture locked inside its flesh

Made up of perfect spirit, loving start

To endless finish, torment always fresh.

  The faultless core, agape, always lives

    With groans.  This faulty Christ never forgives.

Phillip Whidden