It Is Finished
There was a semblance of heavenly laughter
His ears, tuned to that frequency
Picked up the glasses tinkling
The heavens echoed with ripples of excitement
All, witnessing the home-strait
As The Son left the devil in His wake!
His human body, still in top shape
Gathered its strength for a last bellow
The air suddenly stilled
Creation paused to listen -
He saw the tape across the finish line
Took deep breaths in a certain rhythm
Like the athletes before the sound of the gun
That signalled the start of the race in earnest.
His was done and humanity had won
The baton, firmly in His hands
He slowly lifted up His head
Arms hanging horizontally, possessing East and West
Torso vertically stationed, owning North and South
Head, raised and face towards heaven
He saw His Father’s precious smile
“Let it out, Son, it is done!”
And evil had a denouement
“IT IS FINISHED!!!!!!!!!”, came the victory cry!
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