There'll be no:

precious memories in hell
telling of glad times of family dinners

sharing of gifts you received at Christmas
bragging of your bloodlines or genealogy

bluster about wild and heroic escapades
boasts of the things we did with friends

raucous discussions about our vehicles speed
possessions we coveted and at the time seemed to need

length of life
how grand we lived

there'll be no precious memories in hell

The full shame of each sin displayed for all to see
As we kneel before God at our appointed meet
All will know our deepest, darkest sin and wrong
Before Him laid painfully bare before the throng

Our memory restored to the ultimate
a million times we'll re-live each second
every thought remembered - wrong and right
tormented forever with each blight

There'll be no:

celebrating big fortunes we've made
fights, races, or the bills we paid

boasting of different lovers
and significant others

sharing of trips we took
wars in which we fought

bragging about the houses, land, homes,
boats, planes and vehicles we've owned,

incredible businesses or houses we built,
the mountains we've climbed, or steep the tilt.

Too late realizing it's built on nothing but silt.

for you see, there'll be no precious memories in hell

Down there the "norm"
I'm here to inform
part of the unending, unrelenting misery
will be - our memory

Every time we resented someone reminding us of hell
or were offended because some preacher who spoke so well
and warned of a time coming for which to prepare
of an eternity - in hell - or heaven so rare

We'll remember bitterly each drink of water
each swallow and sweet taste thereof
every drink of sweet refreshment
and curse God for life - each moment

Memories will never fade
as we realize each choice was made
while each of us, conscious of our own doing . . .
all the while He was urgently wooing

Every word we spoke
every opportunity to make things right
every sin we kept hidden
every skeleton we secreted

Each lie and 'almost' truth we told
will remain in our memory bold
each failed chance to share Christ
and what He'd done in our life

We'll remember each moment of each service
how many times we failed to heed the call to pray
or to fast or lend a hand
or needy others' expense defray

Our memories will never forget the warnings
of little wrongs and convictions shunned
of every beautiful morning
of every breath of air in our lungs

Even Preachers?

Every minister, his own set of memories to suffer
how many times he felt lead to mention hell
but attempted to prevent someone's discomfort
sugar coated, instead the truth of misery tell
how so often he failed to warn
in order within someones graces to stay
the loss of dollar - a thorn
his desire in the 'clique' to remain
did he tell of Gods goodness
and of His wrath and justice?
did he lead to heaven or just point the way?
or will he himself lead to hells domain?
for this, many will have blood on their hands.

In Hell, there'll be no do overs . . .

For meet God . . .  we will!

Whether rich, famous or lowly cotter
in hell, tormented by every memory we ever saw of water
wishing, cursing our birth regarding as litter
memories - once precious - will have become bitter