The battle is over,
The victory is won,
Evil is vanquished,
Triumphant God’s Son.
The Suffering Servant,
Impaled not by nails,
But gratuitous love,
On the Cross of travail.
All hail to the Victim,
For crushing the head,
Of the vile, wily Serpent,
And vanquishing death.
Once
heirs of old Adam,
Our
ransom’s been paid,
We
are born of the Spirit,
By
grace, we are saved.
Myra
D’Souza / 04 July, 2020
