The Champion
In the vast expanse of a timeless place
      where silence ruled the outer space
          Ominously towering it stood;
           the symbol of a spirit war
         between the one named Lucifer
  and the Morning Star, The Ultimate of Good.
         Enveloped by a trillion planets
     clean as lightning, and hard as granite
      a comic coliseum would host the end
 of the war between the Lord of Sin and Death
and the Omnipotent Creator of man’s first breath
            who will decide forever –
          who would be the Champion.
     The audience for the fight of the ages
          was assembled and in place;
    The angels came in splendor from a star
  the saints that had gone before were there –
               Jeremiah, Enoch, Job
       they were singing the song of Zion
                 on David’s harp.
     The demons arrived, defensive and vile,
          cursing and blaspheming God,
   followed by their trophies dead and gone –
        Hitler, Napoleon, Pharaoh, Capone
 tormented and vexed, and grieved, waiting for
         their judgment from the throne.
Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd
      and the demons squeeled with glee
  as a sorid vulgar repulsive essence was felt;
      arrogantly prancing, hands held high
     draped in a sparkling shroud trolled by
       demons, Satan ascended from hell.
                Then Satan cringed, the sinner groaned,
                       the demons reeled in pain
              a swell of power like silent thunder roared;
                  with a surge of light beyond intense,
                        illuminating the universe
            in resplendent glory appeared the Son of God.
         then a persons, yes, extraordinaire, appeared in
            the center ring – God the father will oversee
                 the duel. Opening the Book of Life,
                   each grandstand hushed in awe
         as majestically He said, “ Now, here’s the rules.
             He’ll be wounded for their transgressions,
                       bruised for inequities.”
          when He said “ By His stripes they’re healed.”
           the devil was shocked and said, “ Sickness is
               my specialty. I hate that healing junk.”
    God said, “ You should shut your mouth – I wrote the Book.”
         Then the Father looked at His Only Son, and said,
“ You know the rules, your blood will cleanse their sins and calm their
                               fears.”
           Then He pointed his finger at Satan, and said,
           “ And I know you know the rules, you’ve been
          twisting them to deceive my people for years.”
     Satan cried, “ I’ll kill you Christ, You’ll never win this fight.”
      The demons wheezed, “ That’s right, there ain’t no way.”
   Satan jeered, “ You’re dead meat Jesus, I’m gonna bust you up
                                  tonight.”
               Jesus said, “ Go ahead, make my day.”
                The bell, the crowd, the fight was on,
            The devil leaped in fury, with all his evil tricks
                           he came undone;
                  he threw his jabs of hate and lust,
               a stab of pride and envy, but the hands
                 that knew no sin, blocked everyone.
                Forty days and forty nights they fought
                    and Satan couldn’t touch Him.
              Now the final blow saved for the final round
           prophetically, Christ hands came down, and Satan
                struck in vengeance, the blow of death
                       felled Jesus to the ground.
                      The devils roared in victory;
                   the saints shocked and perplexed
             as wounds appeared upon His hands and feet.
                   Then Satan kicked Him in His side
                      and blood and water flowed
              and they waited for the ten count of defeat.
                   God the Father turned His head,
               His tears announcing Christ was dead.
           The ten count would proclaim the battle’s end.
    Then Satan trembled through his sweat in unexpected horror;
               Yet as God started to count by saying
                  “ TEN “ / Hey wait a minute God;
              “ NINE “ / Stop, you’re counting wrong!
                  “ EIGHT “ / His eyes are moving!
                “ SEVEN “ / His fingers are twitching!
             “ SIX “ Where’s all the light coming from?
                         “ FIVE “ / He’s Alive!
                          “ FOUR “ / Oh, no!
                    “ THREE “ / “ TWO “ / Oh, yes!
                       He has won! He has won!
                       He’s alive forever more!
                     ( He is risen. He is Lord. ) 2x
                     Proclaim the news in every tongue,
                     through endless ages and beyond;
           let it be voiced from the mountains loud and strong,
                         captivity has been set free.
                     Salvation is brought for you and me
                          cause Satan is defeated.
                    and JESUS / IS / THE / CHAMPION!! //.
                                                      Maria       Johanna
R. Crave
Jessa C. Empis
BSN – 3 D