A Little Taste of Hell

'The fear of God' is but a phrase
To he who lives in sin.
It's turned the course of many a man
But it doesn't trouble him.

He'll gamble with his priceless soul,
He'll throw it all away
To stand alone, bereft, bereaved
On that great judgement day.

The day when every knee will bow
And every tongue confess.
And this poor soul will give account
Of how he made a mess.

It wasn't like he didn't know,
While time and chance were there,
The little voice which often spoke.
Back then he didn't care!

If I could plead for such a one,
When life and all seems well,
I'd pray that God would give to him
A little taste of Hell.

A little taste of hopelessness,
A little taste of shame,
A little taste of deep remorse,
A little taste of pain.

Just enough to make him pray
Like he's never prayed before.
To beg a chance to make things right,
Just that and nothing more.

For the fear of God is a wondrous thing
And wise men know it well.
Who would have thought it precious,
A little taste of Hell.

Author Unknown