He went round after round
taking blow after blow
sweating blood to the ground
with his angels in tow—
They waited close by
to stop the whole thing
but with you on his mind,
lit more strength in His being.
Resolutely He focused,
being torn apart,
the crowd jeered and they mocked Him,
slowly breaking His heart.
“Well, hit me, big shot!
You’re weak! You’re a joke!
Or just give up now
and go back to your home!”
Then he delivered his cruelest
shot to the face,
and spit on the floor
for disrespect’s sake.
All seemed to be hopeless
as He collapsed on his back,
when the referee counted,
the lights all went black.
“What’s going on?” people cried,
“What’s happening here?”
And when the lights came back on,
The place erupted in cheer!
“I don’t believe it!” they shouted
“He’s perfectly fine!”
“And He’s glowing in white!”
“I must be losing my mind!”
And He stared down his opponent,
who stood trembling with fear
“I-I knocked you out cold, man-“
“I swear you died here.”
I died, you’re correct.
But it was part of the plan.
You could never defeat me.
I was. And I AM.
“I did this for them,” He said,
pointing to the crowd.
And everyone fell silent,
with tears falling down.
And He raised His hands high,
signaling his big win.
“It is finished!” he roared–
the great Champion.
The Passionate Poet 