IF I Make My Bed In Hell

Seeing my wife drive away with another man drove me out of my mind. I chased them down with my car and blocked their path. T-boned in my driver side door, I slid across the seat and grabbed the only weapon available a knife I used for cutting rope. With the intensity of an enraged swarm of bees, I lunged from the car to meet my adversary. After a volley of obscenities we struggled briefly and in the heat of the battle I plunged the knife into his stomach. I raced quickly from the scene splattered with the blood of my rival. In short order the police cornered me and the next thing I knew I was arrested, tried, convicted for murder, and sentenced to twenty years in prison. My bed in hell was made. But what would He want with me? I was about to find out.