It Is Finished

I picture Your body
Nailed to that tree
I imagine the pain
That set captives free
It is finished
It is finished

I think of the curses
Hurled unjustly at thee
As you were abandoned
Punished for me
It is finished
It is finished

Yet You rose high
After paying my debt
Death could not stop You
My salvation is set
It is finished
It is finished

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David Bonifacio

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge. #DB

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