“Finished.” The
word, through pain, rang clear,
Though upon
the cross He suffered and bled.
“Finished”,
He could at last declare
As after the
sixth hour He felt life ebb;
“Finished”,
but not the anguish of final defeat
From a man
soon to die upon a cross;
“Finished”
was a life’s purpose complete,
Declaring
emphatic triumph, not painful loss.
Finished
forever was the curse of death,
Finished
forever the anguish of grief;
No longer
could the tangled cords of death
Hold those
who beheld Him in true belief.
“Finished”,
followed by words of trusting merit:
“Father,
into Your hands I commit My spirit.”
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