My present darkness was subdued by a covenant that slices through the curse of death.
All of my trepidation concerning God lay decimated under the sheer force of love exacted upon my wormy condition..
I used to groan towards Gehenna.
Because of Christ's death, I now dash to His crib.
The flat line is no more.
The finish line was marked Τετέλεσται.
Jesus Christ: It is finished.