A Snowball's Chance - Stuart Price

Simon snowball stood before the gates of hell where he met the keeper of that fiery place
A hairy beast with an unpleasant smell and massive warts upon his face.
'So what heinous deeds have brought you here', said the keeper to Simon in a scary voice ?
Well, said Simon 'I was always quite cold but for a snowball that’s ok and constitutes no vice'.

'Proverbially in these fiery furnaces you will not survive', said the keeper to Simon with an evil smile
Poor Simon was shaking and bowed, if he could just stay cool he may last a while.
There were flames of fire from snake filled pits and ghostly ghouls with puss filled zit,
When Simon saw this his eyes filled with tears, cos snowballs and hell are not a good fit.

Slowly poor Simon was losing ground, as he melted in the heat, spreading water around
That's it that's the end he thought but I won't cause a fuss and I'll make not a sound.
As his snowball body did slowly disappear he thought his death a bitter cruel blow
But he rose up slowly, no longer at the mercy of heat, or trapped in a ball of snow.

He was amazed to find that at last he was free, a floating snowball spirit on an endless sea,
I thought I was snow, a small ball of ice, now I can see, no way was that me.
His friends came to greet him and made a huge fuss, his hell just a dream, neither will it hurt us.
So no matter what happens, all our fears, guilt and pain, it's Truth and Heaven that deserve our trust.

Stuart Price