by Larry Writesel
He came to me to ask a thing,
To ask a thing of me you see.
How can I be like you, young man
With the world right in my hand.
The world, I said, is not the way.
Faith is the thing I have today,
In the one who saved us all
For in His blood, He took the fall.
He said to me tell me the tale.
I took him down the Gospel trail.
His heart was touched, his soul was turned,
He did not want eternity burned.
But his answer to the alter call,
Surprised himself and surprised us all.
Almost thou persuadest me,
With the tale of the man hanging on the tree.
So if you hear this story told
To the young ones and the old.
Remember this man and his tale,
He now cries out from the depths of Hell.