And cometh that match,
Jesus shall laugh in glee as the faithful, filled with His love, gouge the eyes from the atheists and kicketh them where men should not be
kicked, and smash them
over the head with conveniently available folding chairs, just like in Professional Wrestling, and others of the saved shall hoot and holler and watch NASCAR on giant
Jesus flatscreens and the atheists do much wailing and gnashing of teeth and stubbing of toes and get nasty hangnails for their evil sins.
I'm growing more confident in my stride, and I am running faster now, breathless,
kicking up dust, tripping
over roots and skinning my knees, cursing now and then, but always getting up and gaining ground on that bend in the path where I think I can see
Jesus up ahead.