To be or not to be deplored Prince Hamlet in far of Ellsinore,
But each journeying soul in this life must enquire,
Do I believe, or do I not believe?
For if we do truly receive,
Then we are promised a joyous lasting reprieve,
From the fires of hell and its durable definitive damnation,
When God one day will judge each blaspheming sinning nation.
But he that believeth not is condemned already.
How final does this sound to your discordant ear,
That somehow co-exists through ignorance and fear.
Hamlets foolish question was indeed rhetorical,
Our lasting saving answer do you not know is Biblical!
But listen: in that future extended waiting room of the
Great White Throne Judgment,
Nothing will be heard but crying, and wailing and many a personal lament.
That will forever echo down through a lost eternity,
With these dreadful words: Have mercy on me for I am guilty,
Of not seeing,
Of not believing:
In the name of the only begotten Son of God
"He that believeth not is condemned already. Because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God" (John 3:18.)
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