REJOICING IN HELL
by Joyce L. Blume
I wrote this poem about what happened in the three days after Jesus died.
The Spiritual Light of the world went out--
Oh, how the earth did quake in gloom!
The loving saints took His body away
And gently laid Him in a borrowed tomb.
The entrance was sealed with a very large stone
One, that He Himself had made,
To be used for this special occasion.
Yes, to be used for the door of His grave.
This large rock closed out the world,
And certain men were placed there to guard.
Not knowing that within the tomb
Lay the rock of salvation, the Lord!
His body slept, and His soul entered Hell,
Where the Old Testament Saints, waited so long.
The darkness went out, as the Light came in,
How the Saints must have rejoiced with a song.
He preached to them for three whole days,
How He paid for their sins on the cross.
The wicked must have looked across the great gulf,
That separated the saints from the lost.
The Lord may have preached to both groups
Though the written Word does not say,
If He did, He must have reminded the lost,
Their resurrection would be, the Great Judgment Day!
The first day of the week, Christ arose--
Moving Paradise out as He came.
The light went out, as they ascended from Hell
Leaving the lost in the dark, with their suffering and shame.
The guards fell asleep and did not know,
A thing that happened that day.
How God's angels came while they slept
And rolled the great stone away!
So as you think on this tormenting place,
With it's darkness, burning and great thirst.
Repent, turn to the Lord Jesus Christ,
And receive God's gift, the new birth.
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Who would think there could have ever been rejoicing in Hell? I believe that there was at this time, when the Old Testament Saints saw their Saviour for the first time. Waiting so long in this abiding place, called Paradise. Waiting for it to be moved to Abraham's Bosom in Heaven, Now to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. No longer do God's children have to wait.
Joyce L. Blume
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