This is not my composition, but rather the lyrics of a Petra song.


It is Finished

In the heat of the early morning, on a hill they called "the Skull,"
the roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull.

All eyes were cast upon the man whose hands and feet were bound.
They saw Him cry in anguish as they heard the hammer pound.

They saw the bloody woven thorns with which His head was crowned.
They watched the bloody cross of wood be dropped into the ground.

The soldiers gambled for His clothes, they watched Him win and lose.
They saw the sign above His head that said "King of the Jews."

They searched his face for anger, for vengeance in his stare.
Instead of eyes that burned with hate a look of love was there.

He paid for their forgiveness, and bowed His battered head.
And no one knew the meaning of the final words He said:

It is finished!
And the sky grew black as the night.

It is finished!
And the people scattered in fright.

The work had been done.
Redemption had been won.

The war was over!
Without a fight.

It is finished!

The provision has been made.
The foundation has been laid.

He paid the ransom due, and tore the temple veil in two.
And opened up a way for me and you.

It is Finished!


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