War broke out in heaven—
Sin and hell introduced
Sin took its shot
A fruit bitten
Hell made its move
The world shifted
When she bit, then he bit—
All of creation groaned
Sorrow stepped in
Death rolled up
And the grave claimed its throne

But this story wasn’t over—
The script wasn’t sealed
To rewrite the ending,
Love itself took the field
A price too high for men to pay,
So love stepped forth and made a way

The cost? Astronomical!
The method? Unthinkable!
God offered the Lamb, without contemplation
The ultimate heist of redemption

Incognito birth—
In a barn, low on worth
Swaddled in cloth so tattered and torn
Who would have guessed, who could have known?
This babe so fragile, this child so very small
Would grow up to pull off the smoothest heist of them all

Stealth move after stealth move
The enemy never saw Him coming
First, He stole death’s grip
Then, He stole hell’s keys
He unraveled the chains—
And set humanity free
Next, He stole sin’s power,
Left it broken, undone
Ransomed for eternity—
He declared, “It is won!”

But He wasn’t done
For He stole condemnation
Snatched guilt and shame
Laid them at the altar, replaced with His name
Like a thief in the night, love came breaking in
Forgiveness for all, for every last sin

Jesus—
Love in motion, pure devotion
A rebel against a borrowed grave
No swords drawn, no war to wage
Just love unmatched, unshaken and true
A love so deep, it made all things new

He robbed the grave with surgical precision
Love was His weapon, mercy His mission
No force, no foe, could stand ‘gainst His plan
The Lamb became the Lion, redeeming every man

Death? Defeated!
Sin? Overruled!
Hell? Evicted!
Love broke all the rules!

Jesus—
Master of the smoothest heist on earth
Snatching victory from defeat, deliverance at His birth
Suffered a criminal’s death, changed the game
Eternal love, infinite grace—we’ll never be the same

The mastermind Savior, swift and wise
A thief of hearts with loving ties
Not stealing to break, but to make whole
To heal, to redeem, to reclaim every soul

His love was the heist,
His death, the greatest score
The cross was the setup
The grave—the open door
The plot twist? The comeback?
Oh, that shook the floor
‘Cause victory—it wasn’t stolen—
It was sealed forevermore

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After-Word: I first started this poem in 2022, inspired by Michael Jackson’s Smooth Criminal. Back then, the working title was Smoothest Criminal—a bit risqué, but that’s where my creativity first landed. As the piece evolved, so did its meaning, and just last week, it finally reached completion. After testing the title with a few friends, it, too, transformed—becoming “Smoothest Heist”.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this one!

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