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.  

Jesus Christ: It is finished.