It Is Finished
No one knows how it feels
To be perfect, to be without sin
No one knows how it is to be faultless
Flawless, the finished work
God is still working on each of us
He isn’t finished… we are not complete
When we are whole, without imperfections
We’ll be there with Him, in a home called heaven,
So sweet that homecoming will be!
No one knows what it means
To be perfect, to be impeccable
No one knows how it feels to be exactly
What He made us to be, entirely whole, exact..,
Totally unspoiled, blameless and sinless
God is working on our hearts and souls
Filling up our holes with light that pours forth
When we smile, when we cry, when we try
Light that like liquid hope, raining down through us
When we need to share our love, our gifts, our dreams
Everything that stirs up the wonder and peace
That God has inspired within our souls, our spirits
No one knows what it means to be perfect
No one who has ever lived has experienced this feeling
Except for the One He gave us to be the sacrifice for sin,
The Savior, the man, the king, Jesus Christ…
The reason I love and live and give, the reason I am…
Certain that this light pouring from my spirit
Is a light that began when Jesus Himself turned on the spigot
Warming my heart, filling my soul and showing the world
That His love is forevermore. His love is an open door
His love is the reason I know… Perfection is a word
Only Jesus can truly know or understand or represent
Only Jesus knows the meaning of completion
Only He could say the words, “It is finished”!
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