“It is Finished!”

Sweating drops of blood, in anguish I prayed,

While friends sleep in the cool of the night’s shade,

 

A crowd, a commotion; with a kiss I am betrayed,

Scorn and ridicule; with a crown of thorns and a royal robe I am arrayed,

 

With the shards of a crude whip my body is beaten and flayed,

“CRUCIFY HIM” came the verdict of the angry brigade,

Hands and feet nailed to a cross, as a trophy I was displayed,

“It is finished!” In a dark tomb my body was laid,

 

Hell and death defeated; for you the price of sin I paid!

“God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)