The path is strewn with peril, there’s danger all around,

A hydrothermal basin, steam rising from the ground,

You walk with trepidation, yet something draws you in,

The beauty that surrounds you, just covers up the sin,

Though others also walk there, it seems you aren’t alone,

The way is filled with danger for those who choose to roam,

Within the steaming paint pots, the rising smoke invites,

It lures you with its mystery, it tempts you and excites,

The smell of putrid sulphur, invades your every pore,

The hissing, grumbling, belching, tells what you have in store,

A life of endless suffering, a never ending thirst,

The scorching heat engulfs you, in flames you are immersed,

You think that life will end soon, but suffering’s just begun,

There is no turning back now, it cannot be undone,

But if you never go there, instead heed Jesus’ call,

His hand will guide and lead you, beyond death’s heavy pall,

By what He’s suffered for us, He takes away death’s sting,

His death and resurrection, Salvation He does bring,

No more will we be thirsty, in pastures green we’ll lie,

Eternal life He gives us and we will never die.