It is finished.
a cry so often uttered by writers everywhere
but on that day, in a special way,
it was uttered with great care.
Such Love by any other
could not ever be,
for on that day, in a special way,
my Savior died for me.
My place He took as Heaven shook,
the great author spoke those words.
The Word Himself, with voice so sweet,
when He spoke He hushed the birds.
It is finished. So remember,
when the work's complete,
that on that day, in a special way,
Sin suffered great defeat.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.