Cross, Poetry

“It is Finished At The Cross”

I sigh from relief
Now my mind can rest
The work is complete
Give me a spiritual blood test.
Cause I’ve been re-gene-arated
That old man Is dead.
That old way of doing things
That depended on me
Was cut out, extracted, and hung on a tree.
And what came alive the day I believed
Was a life so perfect so connected with God
That people either applaud or call it a fraud.
But I know the truth, I’m confident and sure
That the life I’ve been given it’s like haute couture
It’s like a direct line from Heaven
Like peace undefined,
Like organic and holy like a branch and a vine.
So don’t worry, or doubt but rest in this fact
That the mysteries been solved,
the code has been cracked
Your not whack, So stand up put your shoulders back
You’re the righteousness of God, so walk like a boss
Cause it’s all about Jesus and what he finished at the cross!

Wynema Clark
June 18, 2014

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