A poem by Ps Steve Hill
Written during the Brownsville Revival
There’s a list my friend hear it well,
that’s penned and read in the pits of hell.
It contains the names of the chosen few
Jesus I know, but who are you?
This list of names is a horror you see
To the demons of darkness, they have to flee
From those who are written down in this book
They run so fast, not a second look
These people are classified, all by name
It all began when to Christ they came
Came to the cross, looked in His face
Repented of sins, received His grace
It all began to make sense that day
Convicted of sin, something’s in the way
Between God and man, great distance be
Who’ll close the gap for you and me
His Son was sent, His blood was shed
For without the blood, the Bible said
There would be no pardon for mortal man
A life must be given, it was God’s plan
On that fateful day, the die was cast
The Lamb of God would be the last
The last to bleed upon the ground
For the sins of man, it would be sound
The blood it dripped, the drops were heard
In the corridors of hell, not a word
They trembled, they shook, as a cry came out
Forgive them Father, then came the shout
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”
He pierced the heavens with that fateful cry
“My God, my God, You’ve forsaken me”
Were the words of Jesus, hanging on the tree
Those words rang out, for all to hear
The Son of God, He loved so dear
Sin separates, divides, keeps us from Him
But now the gap was closing in
The demons shook, what they feared the most
Was now reality to that cringing host
The Lamb of God had opened the way
For you and me, on that blessed day
He died, was carried to the tomb
But He only borrowed that vacant room
For in three days, He would arise
As the King, with the keys of hell, fire in His eyes
Time went by and a man named Saul
Was struck by God in the sight of all
He cried out, “What do I do?”
That’s all that mattered, his life was through
Now he played a different part
A man of God, Christ in his heart
He blazed a trail, leading men to God
Hell took notes, while the road, he trod
There came a day when Stephen’s seven sons
Were playing games with the Holy One
They used His name like a wind-up key
Hoping to score, win the victory
The demons laughed, they roared in hell
At those foolish men, they knew them well
Not as men of God, soldiers of the cross
But are fools who played with the name of God
Yes, there’s a list my friend, hear it well
That’s penned and read in the pits of hell
It contains the names of the chosen few
“Jesus, I know, but who are you”
Be a part my friend, of this famous book
The one down there, please take a look
Are you written down, better know it well
It’s Lucifer’s List, are you known in hell?
Categories: Theology, Wisdom for life
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