You are a defeated foe. Like the defeated kings of long ago who were once paraded before the spectators in the colliseum, you are in chains, your verdict has been pronounced. You are on your way to your own execution. There are some who watch from the sidelines who still tremble in fear of you, but not I. I am a child of the most high God. You are powerless.
A word to the wise. Fear God, not man, not the devil. Fear the one who can pronounce the sentence. The righteous judge who looks upon the hearts and sees those who would humble themselves before Him.
