Treasure Island

Royston Allen


07 Battle for the eternal destiny of Humankind


VII - Satan and Death are defeated

Satan roared and clawed at His body in despair
but found no sin and could not hold Him there.
For no wrong was to be found in this perfect man
nothing that could hold Him in deaths domain.

No enemies were left to stand or fight and claw.
Satan's mighty army defeated had to withdraw.
For The Great Captain of Salvation had overcome
and Victor o'er death and the grave had become.

Death was vanquished and sins powers ceased.
Now Satan was defeated and his captives released.
Your victory over sin destroyed all of its powers
and won the fight with death, that final foe of ours.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 08, 2014

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