When life dries up, and you no longer breathe.
You have passed, where we all one day will be.
Lying alone, where you once would thrive.
When,“It’s finished,” you’re no longer alive.
This could be good, or this could be bad.
Missing the blood of Jesus, would be so sad.
But knowing the joy, of God’s saving grace,
Transforms this scene, into a beautiful place.
4 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!
Butifull poem meet it a song.nice
Liric
I mean make it a song