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 Morningstar, the ultimate of good.

Enveloped by a trillion planets
Clean as lightning, and hard as granite
A cosmic 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, who forever will be…..

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 arived, offensive and vile, cursing and blaspheming God

Followed by their trophies dead and gone.
Hitler, Napoleon, Pharoh, Capone, tormented, vexed, and grieved
And waiting for their judgment from the throne.

Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd
And the demons squealed 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 sinners groaned, the demons reeled in pain
As as swell of power like silent thunder rolled.
With a surge of light beyond intense illuminating the universe,
In resplendent glory appeared the Son of God.

Then a persona, yes, extraordinaire appeared in center ring.
God the Father will oversee the duel.

Opening the Book of Life, each grand stand hushed in awe
As majestically he said, “Now, here’s the rules:
He’ll be wounded for their transgressions, bruised for iniquities.”
When he said, “By His stripes they’re healed,” the devil shook.
He said, “Sickness is my specialty – I hate that healing junk.”
God said, “You shut your face – I wrote the book.”

Then the Father