Luke 2:10

Charles Spurgeon once declared,
“The joy of sin is a fire-mountain…”

Drinking of it streams
and from its passions
Both ignites 
and stokes fleshes fire.

As sure as the sun rises
And sets—it does.

The passions there consumed;
an intense, raging inferno. 
All who consume there
are satiated in its indulgent streams

And yet—a hidden danger exists
for the source of it’s pleasures—
Hell’s very pit of death,
life masquerading in death’s trappings.

All who come here surely feel its warmth and heat.
BUT—and it is a big BUT—

A dangerously dueling heat
both warms and burns them
For even as the fire of passion is satisfied 
So also does it incinerate.

Fire-mountain’s provocative elixir 
Rides atop Hell’s permissively potent poison.
All who thusly drink
Consume pleasures sickly sweet death.

So satiated in immediate delights,
they fail to taste deaths bitter bite.
Reader, beware—
Fire-mountain’s delicacies destroy!

Consumption here
contains death by pleasure.

Damnation.
Dread.
Sorrow.
Loss.

This is all that one finds
in the wells of fire-mountain’s reservoirs.
The life pursued and sought
is not found here.

Despite pleasures initial thrill,
Despite satiations fulfillment, 
Death, not life
is found in fire-mountain’s streams.

Oh that grace my come and rescue
shielding us from fire-mountain’s inferno!

May grace visit to rescue 
from fire’s allure!
May grace protect and shield
from sin’s deadly thrills!

Oh that the river of life
which flows from your throne, Abba,
would be all the fulfillment and satisfaction 
that this poor soul needs or seeks!

Let the COOL living water of life
satisfy ever more fully
than Hell’s steaming cup;
than death’s sweet poison! 

Rescue, redeem, protect;
lead us to cool streams,
to living water,
and away from Hell’s fire-mountain!