What victory, death, can you claim over him?
A crumpled body all that remains
for you to say you ‘won’
and even that will one day yield
a glorious new beginning…
But know this – you did not conquer him.
He broke your grip and is more fully alive
than he has ever been.
He is more beautifully Himself now
and forever stands beyond your paltry reach.
His last breathe a cry of ‘finished’ faith
Things once unseen, now seen,
Things once imagined now before him,
Whilst you remain in dark corners
he sings of hope with glinting eye
Looking to the One who made it possible
Whilst you, you are nothing more than a distant memory
Of a doorway into glory.
Who won this battle?
I tell you he did, for he stands in the victory of His Victor