The Executioner's Song

"His guilt rises like the stench

from a rotten pile

sins stacked like dirty dishes

ramshackle rabid remorseless wretch

Hopeless incompetent stuck in the ditch

Not worth Your time and not worth Your death!"

"All this is true up to a point – the point of the Cross where my blood shall anoint. A wretch so he was, but no longer so stained; I washed clean his sins and mine he remains. I hold in My hand the soul of this man; and you shall not snatch him back again."

[A/N:  God gave me this vision of a legal battle between Satan and Jesus for my soul.  It should be clear who is speaking with each section, but just in case ~ Satan speaks first, followed by Jesus in italics.]