When life dries up and you’re unable to breathe,
You have gone where all men, one day will be.
Rotting alone, where you once would swim.
God says,“It’s finished!” And this life goes dim.
This could be good or this could be bad.
Missing the blood of Jesus, will be so sad.
But the joy of knowing God’s loving grace,
Transforms this scene into a beautiful place.
2 responses to “It’s Finished”
Amen until the whole world hears and every knee will bow and every tongue confess Jesus is LORD! This poem reveals the urgency to go tell it on the mountain and shout from the rooftop!
Amen! I think that day is coming up sooner than we think! Love you sister!