((This was a poem Becca recieved as a forward in an e-mail. It really touched her heart.))

Hell Is Real

I went into my classroom
  Ready for another year at school. 
I didn't want the work,
  Just wanted to hang and be cool.

I had on new clothes,
  New sneaks on my feet. 
I was there for class on time
  Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I'm moving up.
I'm already grown.
  Soon I'll be graduating  
And out on my own. 

I talked to some of my friends.
   We were all having fun. 
Said some things I shouldn't have said,
   Did stuff I shouldn't have done.

  I knew I was different.
   I felt God touch my heart.
  I knew I should set a standard,
   But then I'd be set apart.  

Walking to the bus,
   I was not looking for strength.  
I heard the car tires screeching,
   But now it's too late. 

I'm standing in this room
   And I can see the heavenly gate.  
Oh no!  I never prayed.
   I thought I had time to get it straight.  

An angel walked to me.
   He had a book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life.
   When would this dream end? 

I told him my name
  And he began to look.
   Then he looked at me sadly and said  
Your name is not in this book.

   Angel, this is a dream.  
No, I can't be dead!
   He closed the book and turned away.
   He whispered - You cannot proceed ahead. 

No...no this can't be real.
   Angel, you can't turn me away.
  Let me talk to God.
   Maybe He'll let me stay. 

He led me to the gate.
  Jesus came to me,
   He did not let me in but said, 
Beloved what is your need?

   Jesus, I cried, please  
Don't cast me away from you.
   Tears ran down His face as He said,
   You knew what you needed to do.

   Lord, please I'm young.  
I never thought I would die.
   I thought I'd have plenty of time.  
Death caught me by surprise.

   Lord, I went to church.
  Please Jesus, I believe.
   He said you would not accept me.  
My love you would not receive.

   Lord, there were too many hypocrites.
  They weren't being true.
   He took a step back and asked  
What does that have to do with you?

   Lord, my family claimed to be saved, 
They weren't real.  You know.
   He said, I died for you. 
Now I have to go.

   I fell to my knees crying to Him. 
Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow.
   I couldn't, make Him understand. 
I had never -- felt such sorrow.

   Then it hit me hard,
I said   Lord, where will I go?
   He looked into my eyes and said,  
My child you already know.

   Please Jesus, I begged  
The place is so hot.
   It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.
   He whispered, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.

   Lord, you're supposed to be love. 
How can you send me to damnation?
   He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me,
   But each day you rejected my salvation.  

With that in an instant,
   Day turned into night. 
I never knew such torture could be.
   Now too late, I know the Bible is right. 

If I can tell you anything,
   Hell has no age.
  It is a place of torture,
   Separated from God and full of rage.

   You know I thought it was funny -- a joke,  
But this one thing is true.
    If you never accept Jesus Christ  
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!