It Is Finished

The pain came stronger, with each pulse throbbing,
His bleeding hands and slowly tearing feet,
Slowly him of his strength was robbing
was this cross so different from his father’s seat.

Below him cried the mortal horde,
jeers and jests from those he loved,
those he saved from death’s dark sword.
They laughed and sneered still unmoved
by the blood and sweat that from his face ran down
and soaked into the dark and thirsty ground.

Beside him hung two more,
petty thieves, he saw their lives,
doomed to eternal wrath and gore
beneath the law for their unnumbered crimes.

All about him the host of God arrayed.
All stood there who had at the beginning stood,
The Traitor, Lucifer, all his power displayed,
his being devoid of all that was good.
Beyond him stood Michael in sorrow,
And Gabriel wondering what would be tomorrow.

But beyond them all his eyes were sent,
The judgement hall he watched and felt
There was all his focus bent.
As before God the law and judgement knelt.

Each and every crime from days long past,
and from those days still now untold
upon himself were laid at last.
The pain increased a hundred thousand million fold
And judgement’s darkness descended about him,
And he felt the burning, freezing, tearing pain of sin.

Time seemed to stand still,
watching the Son of God,
Suffer a world of ill.
As his blood fell red upon the sod.

He bowed his head as the pain raged on,
Love held him there, love pure and true,
Love it was that made him strong,
God and man he stood, pure and true.

Then he felt it, drawing near,
he cried for wine, his mouth to clear.
All would hear it, from the gates of gold
to the bulwarks of hell, the mountains old
and the flowers young, from the east to the west
Once more he would speak before his rest.

He swallowed the wine put too his lips,
letting the wetness fill his mouth.
It was only a few short sips,
but he would be heard from North to South.
Gathering his strength he lifted up upon the nail,
that pain by the judgement rendered pale.

He filled his mortal lungs with air,
and with all the strength in his mortal frame
He cried out the words so sweet and fair,
The words so long he had awaited.

“Tetelestai!” He cried with all the power at his command,
“It Is Finished!” His work was complete.
Man from God was no longer banned.

The rocks cracked and the angels reeled
The temple curtain God in a moment rent.
From him his children were no longer sealed.