A challenge was invoked,
When an old-world king,
Said I can play and beat the Most High.
But the Creator of chess,
Already knowing the end,
Still faithfully provided a reply.
The board-builder Himself,
And writer of its laws,
The one who boundaries does supply;
Said to this fallen,
Pre-Adamic ruler,
In order to play, with all the rules you must comply.
So, this checker expert,
Tippy-toe standing,
Ignoring the must be this wise height sign, to ride.
Placed on the incarnated,
And temporal board,
A venomous black king snake on his side.
And the origin of squares,
Divider of lines,
And the eternal guide who abides outside;
Then put down a light side Son
And His coinciding queen bride,
Out of His side to reside.
Now the game began,
With an atom bomb Gambit,
A vicious removal of an Adam pawn.
And the grinning Grinch king,
Bouncing on his first blood spring,
Believing all hope was gone;
Wasn’t paying attention,
Yet with full comprehension,
Answered yes to this with a yawn:
You know if you touch a piece,
And the move is legal,
The action cannot be withdrawn?
So, continuing to take the initiative,
Making countermoves,
Without tapping the brake.
His queen seeming to see an opening,
A defensive dream crack,
Too appealing to stay awake.
And licking his chops,
Begins to name drop,
Attempting to tempt the light king into a mistake;
Offering shake and bake steak,
And glory iced cake,
If only His position He would willingly forsake.
But even in a wilderness drought,
There was never a doubt,
As to what this light king was really about.
And with the black queen being rout,
During a temporary pout,
A new tactic began to sprout.
He let an idea take flight,
Flown by a Pontius Pilate,
To let all his remaining pieces enter the bout.
So, his political Roman rook,
Cultural Grecian knight,
And religious Hebrew bishop were all called out.
Moving hastier than a summer fling,
They encircled the light king,
Intending checkmate to bring!
Each taking a hammer swing,
Nailing to the edge of the board,
And wringing a death check sting.
But it was a sacrifice of exchange,
Along with a resurrection castling played,
That the light king now moved with wings.
A masterful thing,
The touch and move law unveiled through dings,
Ringing in the bells that the gospel sings.
The white horse now running free,
With formerly hidden events,
Opened by strategic seals for all to see.
And untraceable wisdom,
Fully displayed in an economy,
An eternal arrangement only He could foresee.
The key being ingrained,
Within the fabric of His gameplay,
Creational decree, the very jubilee.
So, in eternity, standing on a glassy sea,
Eating the fruit of that life tree,
You and me will finally be with He.
And we might begin to fully understand,
That all of the heartaches and problems are what actually transformed our old man,
Giving us an overcomers plea.
See today we gotta see, that without the black king being free,
To kick up depressional dirt debris,
We would never with the light agree.
It’s in this artful foreknowledge,
That we can humbly pay homage,
And acknowledge the chess laws designed by the Trinity.
And the timebound black king,
Who can only reactionarily flee,
With one move left still stupidly aides in our salvation guarantee!
Until that beautiful moon lit queen,
Clean and white as can be,
Casts that old serpent into the abyss under the sea.
COMING FORWARD 