Jesus Wins Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

Jesus is betting on us
I hope that he wins…
To put us in his pocket…
Take us home with him

Around his neck he wears a locket…
There's a picture of God he keeps within

Outside his house the crabgrass grows
Satan bluffs as he shows chagrin
And down the street,
where gold would flow,
Flesh and Death run wild with Sin

Satan raises ten thousand souls…
Rolls his eyes like a common thief--
Tries to flash a grin

Jesus sighs in disbelief…
Events now start to spin--
Knows he holds the winning hand
And finally goes all-in

The cards are turned over
Each heart is revealed

The Fallen have risen…
Their destiny, sealed

All is forgiven…
A new world begins

God's in His Heaven…
Jesus wins…
Jesus wins