THE BLOW

When Wickedness nailed Goodness to the cross

Evils victory hail became its loss----

Of relevance

The Lord of Life evolved from purest love

Arose from death's dark deeps in form of Dove

Of living permanence

Sin and death were shattered by a Force so razor sharp

Power in love so pure---- it lighteth any dark

Within the lives of lovers of our Lord

Satan’s victory cry resoundeth down the years

In hollowness, as Lovers sigh do mop up all the tears

And demonstrate the sureness of His win

Living Lord you touch us now at our behest

Bind Darkness in his world of chains; irrelevant in Test

Agin the purity of love

And so when hurt and pain does impact on our Life

And Evils entrance steps, sound misery and strife

Then we must call on lover’s tryst----

The Promise heard, before first Morn's mist----

The right of lover to insist----

That Satan do withdraw----

By judgement of all who saw----

The Blood spilled for our victory