It Is Finished…

It Is Finished

Upon a canvas vast, a vision bold,

Hands traced with nails, a story told.

Cross rising high, atop the world’s embrace,

A symbol of redemption, of divine grace.

With blood-stained brush, I paint the scene,

Each drop a testament, to what has been.

From wounded hands, crimson rivers flow,

A sacrifice of love, for all to know.

In agony and pain, His form laid bare,

A burden borne, a cross to bear.

Yet from these wounds, a healing tide,

Washing over the world, a love undenied.

Through darkness and despair, His light shines bright.

Guiding lost souls, towards eternal light.

For in His sacrifice, hope is found,

A love unconceivable, forever unbound.

Jim

Matthew 28:5-6