That old book on your table.

A rich man lived on earth.
He had a name and faired wonderfully.
But something in his heart was birthed.
He knew many things about commerce and wealth.
But was without knowledge of spiritual health.
So in those things that he naturally knew.
He corrupts himself, by not sharing with you.

Lazarus was laid at his gate.
Hoping for crumbs from his plate.
Covered with sores he had little more,
Than Faith that God would see him thru.
Moreover, the dogs came and licked his sores.

Then the way of all the earth.
That thing which starts at birth.
The Rich man died and so did Lazarus.
God in His infinite wisdom creates.
An ending with a new beginning.

The Rich man lifts up his eyes in Hell.
Seeing Abraham and Lazarus, he cried for help.
Send the cripple man with sores, to me with a drop of water.
I'm tormented in this flame, said the man so rich it was his name.

(side note)
Send the cripple man is a sentence that we don't usually say.
Along with Let me drink water from a sore filled hand.
Unless God had healed Lazarus, now in paradise.

Abraham answered This is all by design.
You had good things on earth.
But thought nothing of those laid at your gate.
Hoping for crumbs that fall from your plate.
So now your request is denied by this single thing.
A great divide is between us or we would help.
It's as hard to cross as apparently your gate was to open.

Seeing the reason for this eternal season.
He turned his attention to his brothers for he had five.
Send Lazarus to my family! They'll believe if one came back from the dead, alive.
Now hear what Abraham said, If they hear not Moses and the prophets.
They will not be persuaded though one rose from the dead.

(The point)
That old book on your table has power and is able to keep you from Hell.