Except for the smoke
    of eternal torment,
How could I know
I stood on the shore 
    of the lake of unquenchable fire?

Except for the whispers
    of the breath of God,
How could I learn
I must cross the bridge
    of the unending second death?

And except for the warmth
   of Christ's arms around me,
How could I see 
My forever home in the sky
    made especially by Thee?
 
 
 

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