The ring was set in Eden’s light when first the challenge rose,
A serpent sought to take the Crown and turn the King to foes.
But searching through the ages past and every worldly trend,
Proves the Almighty has no peer, no breaking, and no end.
He didn’t win by points or split, He didn’t barely stand;
He crushed the head of every lie with one outstretched hand.
The world may claim He’s “retired” now, a relic of the past,
While modern idols build their thrones—they think those thrones will last.
They say the falling of the faith has cleared the center floor,
But the Champ is only waiting, with His hand upon the door.
He hasn’t left the title vacant, He hasn’t lost His might;
He’s simply letting darkness swell before He brings the Light.
He took the blow at Calvary—a “knockout,” some would say
But Death was stripped of every belt upon the third Great Day.
“I am he that liveth, and was dead,” the Champion declared,
While every power of the dark stood silenced and despaired.
He spoiled the principalities and made a show of pride,
With Truth as His eternal law and Heaven on His side.
No graying hair, no slowing step, no weakening of the Word,
The greatest Signal in the Noise that man has ever heard.
He doesn’t need a comeback tour to prove He’s still the One,
For every knee shall bow to Him when earthly rounds are done.
The King is coming back to claim the ring He never left;
Of every rival’s boastful tongue, the world shall be bereft.
So let the ticking clock remind the scoffer and the bold:
The Undefeated Champ returns exactly as foretold.
He is the Ancient of Days in youth, the Alpha and the End,
A Judge to every rebel soul, a Savior to His friend.