On the way home one sunday eve
The world a man did surely leave
On his way to the judgement seat
His future he began to conceive
He knew the truth about the gospel
He knew the truth about the Son
He knew the truth about salvation
He knew the truth of battles won
He knew of love and he knew of grace
He knew of the serpent crushed under His heal
But he knew not the Son one on one
And it suddenly became so real
"Father, God, forgive me! Please, let me in!"
He shouted outside of heaven's gate
"I know you not, you are not my son,"
God's words rang loud, "you reprobate."
The man was suddenly shoved away
And he fell face first into the door
Of Hell's eternal suffering
To be without God evermore
As the door was closing he heard these words
"The truth will make you free,"
The closer of the door let out a chant
"No one comes to the Father, but by me."
Finally he understood
But he was to find that it was too late
For as he shouted "Christ, come back!"
He was alone behind Hell's soundproof gate.