by James Whitcomb Reilly
Oh Hell–just what is meant by this word Hell.
They say sometimes it’s cold as Hell,
Sometimes they say it’s hot as Hell.
When it rains they say it’s Hell they cry,
And it’s Hell when it’s dry.
They hate like Hell to see it snow,
It’s a Hell of a wind when it starts to blow.
Now how in the world can anyone tell,
What in the Hell they mean by this word Hell.
This mad life is Hell they say,
When he comes in late, there’s Hell to pay.
When she starts to yell it’s a Hell of a note,
And it’s Hell when the kids you have to tote.
It’s Hell when the doctor sends you his bills,
For a Hell of a lot of trips and pills.
And when you get this you will know real well,
Just what is meant by this word Hell.
Hell yes, Hell no, and oh Hell too,
The Hell you don’t and the Hell you do.
And what Hell of a Hell it is,
The Hell with yours and the Hell with His.
Now where in the Hell and oh Hell where,
And what the Hell do you think I care.
But the Hell of it is it’s sure as Hell,
That we don’t know what in the Hell is Hell.
by Tereese Cuenca
The hounds of Hell have dogged my steps
so many nights and days,
I’ve hardly known a time of rest
Or any peaceful ways.
The dogs of condemnation
Have torn me from within,
How can I ever lose them.
How can I ever win?
Lies, despair and hopelessness
They wound me, vicious pack
I try to hide, avoid the pain
But Offence calls them back!
I cry for help, does no one hear
How cruel can life be?
And then the Spirit whispers low
Call Jesus, he’ll set you free!
He is the King of Heaven and Earth
His Power has no end,
No lie from Hell can stand His Truth
His Love will never end.
Bow down, you dogs of hell and fear
Get back ,in Jesus’ Name,
The King of Glory dwells now here
I’m free in Jesus Name!
II Corinthians 10:4-5 “The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish Strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ, the Messiah, the Anointed One.”
by Tereese Eldred Cuenca
THE DOVES OF HOPE, WHERE DO THEY REST,
WHEN STORMS AND TROUBLE SHAKE THEIR NEST?
WHERE DOES HOPE LIE, WHERE IS HER CLEFT?
SHE WAITES IN GENTLE QUIETNESS.
SHE’S NESTELED HERE, WITHIN THE WORD,
AND THERE SHE WAITS FOR HER RELEASE;
FROM HEARTS TO LIPS TO HEAVEN’S GATES,
HOPE FLIES ON WINGS OF TRUST AND PEACE.
THO CAGES OF DARK FEAR AND DOUBT
WOULD TRY AND KEEP HER FROM HER FLIGHT;
HOPE BURSTS THE BOUNDS OF HUMAN SIGHT,
TO GRASP GOD’S OLIVE BRANCH OF LIFE!
THE OLIVE BRANCH OF PROMISE BRIGHT,
OF GOD’S PROVISION THROUGH DARKEST NIGHT;
THE OLIVE BRANCH, NEW LIFE HAS SPRUNG,
WHEN GENTLY NOW, HOPE’S SONG IS SUNG.
HOPE’S SONG OF TRUST IN GOD ALONE
WILL BRING US TO HIS VERY THRONE;
TO SEE THE LAMB, THE ONE TRUE SON,
WHO PURIFIES AND MAKES US ONE.
I JOHN 3:1-3
“How great is the Love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called Children of God! And that IS what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him. Dear friends, now we are Children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when He appears, (is made known) we shall be like Him, for we shall see (comprehend) HIM AS HE IS. Everyone who has this Hope in him purifies himself, just as He is pure.”