In the midst of my troubles when all seems so lost
I turn my eyes upward to that man on the cross
He suffered in anguish pain ripped His soul
Despised and rejected the scars took their toll
In one last, deep breath “It is finished” He said
And He gave up His life and was taken for dead
“What was finished” you ask as you look on that tree
“Did the death of one man make a difference to me”
The plan of salvation that God had begun
In the beginning had now been won
For Jesus took all of our sin on that cross
He gave up His life at a terrible cost
The perfect lamb slain for all of our sin
So that we might find freedom deep down within
Have you knelt at His cross and accepted this truth?
So precious and gracious – he died there for you.