It Is Finished
It is Finished
What makes this Friday so good?
On this day my Savior died and was nailed to that wood
On the cross is where he died
People came to mock him as he was crucified
Why did he come down from his heavenly throne?
He died because of his love for us alone
Oh this amazing love how can it be
That he should come and die for me
He was perfect. In him there was no sin
This is why they hated him, this is where his suffering would begin
He suffered for us all day and all night
And his closest friends were nowhere in sight
They were afraid and so they fled
And they left Jesus there while he painfully bled
Abused for our sin. For us he came
He took all of our sin and embraced OUR shame
He did this willingly, he was obedient to the end
God always knew he was perfect to send
So there he died. On the cross he hung
He was our Savior, God’s only son
When he died our sin was diminished
He declared this by saying….
“IT IS FINISHED”
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