Vacuum Poem by Temple Ben

Once! was a vacuum,
A depth of debts unclaimed!
Even death couldn't fill its space. In full was sin lord of all,
And grave his royal maid.

Alast there came his grace,
As pure! snowing white,
As bright as, shining blaze
His cost, in Substance
sufficient! satisfaction!
Evident.

In him was light.
Greater than hope,
Of all men In flesh
In this light, is life felt
And yet it challenge death.
To bring all curse to rest.

Alast death lost its fate
It's aim lost in shame!
All claims lost, to his name
All debts filled in three days

And now reigns, light domain
That in his stead, all cursed be
Redeemed.