The poem, “The Echoes of Golgotha: Christ’s Cross Resounds in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion in Celestial Harmony”, portrays Good Friday as the moment Christ’s sacrifice on Golgotha reverberates as a celestial anthem of redemption. Majestic imagery—hallowed cross, riven skies, crimson wood, and cosmic lyres—captures the sorrow and divine grandeur of His death. Rhetorical questions probe the splendor, power, and mercy resounding from His wounds, breaking sin’s curse. The Savior’s cry, “Finished!” rends the heavens, as faithful hearts hear His eternal strain. The poem closes with a majestic proclamation of Christ’s eternal reign, his cross resounding glory as grace abounds, shattering Satan’s dominion with triumphant, celestial hope.

On Golgotha’s sublime ascent,
The cross, a throne, with glory rent,
Its hallowed beams, by blood enshrined,
Proclaim a King, eternal, kind.

What sacrifice resounds this day?
What love divine does death array?
The thorns that crown, the wounds that sing,
Exalt a Sovereign, heaven’s King.

Through riven skies, where seraphs weep,
The echoes stir from sorrow’s deep.
What anthem breaks the chains of night?
What mercy hails the dawning light?

The cosmos trembles, stars align,
As sacred cries transcend the shrine.
The Savior’s voice, a clarion call,
Dissolves the curse that bound us all.

What splendor rings from crimson wood?
What power flows from holy blood?
The cross, a lyre of cosmic grace,
Its chords redeem the fallen race.

In faithful hearts, they hear His strain,
A love supreme o’er death’s domain.
“Finished!” His edict rends the skies,
The tyrant’s reign in ruin lies.

No mortal song could match this might,
Golgotha’s echoes pierce the night.
From holy cross, His glory resounds,
Christ reigns eternal, grace abounds!