“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.”