The Greatest Cause of Grief...

(This appears to have been written more cryptically than I realized. This poem was written in the middle of the night (last night) while I was still fresh in grief as to the response I received to my comments on a poll where I chose to cast my vote.

This is a lament that grieves over souls who do not choose Jesus as their personal Savior, not my own soul. I know that I must respect others and their right to choose for or against Jesus and His gracious offer, but I cannot deny that as a believer in a literal, eternal, burning, gruesome Hell, I grieve when I see a soul choose that option, even if he or she doesn't grieve for themselves.)

The greatest cause of grief I know,
is grief that needn't be,
The grief of losing one's own soul,
for all Eternity!

How can we plumb the depths of hearts,
alone and full of pain,
Who think forever of their part,
for mocking "born again!"

The greatest cause of grief I know,
rejects rebuke amiss,
We all know problems that do grow,
but pain that heals we kiss!

To see such fields so ready ripe,
eschewing reaper's scythe,
Their loathsome hearts do daily gripe,
while crimson flows right by them.

We plead the case of piteous souls,
who scream from Pit of Hell,
With same souls who now daily scold,
the ones who wish them well.

O, Man, your heart rebukes your mind,
for making dark seem light,
"Have you no pity to be kind?
He died to give you sight!"