While all the wounds of death within us heal,
You are at work to vanquish all our foes--
To trample enemies and bid them kneel,
To bring them bitterness and countless woes.
At last has the accuser lost his place
Beside the throne to point and to deride.
Justice has been equalized by grace,
And now the mediator's by your side.
This is the victory all Earth desired,
Yearning for relief, and to be filled.
Always it was blood that you required,
And out of love your own Son's blood was spilled.
You loved us to the death, and strongholds fell.
You are the God whose love defeated Hell.
postscript
Day 12 of NaPo! This month is flying by. Crown of sonnets continues a little more than a week from now.