Confetti falls on the victor’s head
He looks at me at that moment.
This victory is ours.
His crown radiant in the darkness.
The streets are filled with the demons we have defeated.
Confetti falls like rose petals,
Gentle and sweet like His love.
It overpowers me.
I fall to my knees.
Finally, I can surrender
For the victor shoulders it all.
Death has been trampled.