It Is Finished
"It is finished", cried our Lord
As He hung upon the tree
In magnificent obedience
To His Father's firm decree.
He knew well that He was going
Toward that lonely hillside cave
As he rode with "Alleluias",
Men's deceitful souls to save.
How His brave heart must have broken
As He traveled forth to die
When the cries of adulation turned
To shouts of "Crucify".
I'd like to think I would have stayed there
With the sad and faithful few
Who were with Him through His ordeal
As the senseless anger grew.
I hope I would have brought Him water
As He moaned with dreadful thirst
And would have stayed to hold His mother
To protect her from the worst.
And I hope that unlike Peter
I'd be too loyal to deny
That I knew my loving Savior
Who for you and me would die.
Won first place
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