Jesus could now feel the chill of death

creeping through His tissues.

And with a loud voice

He cried: ‘It is finished.’

His mission of atonement had been completed.

Finally, He could allow His body to die.

With one last surge of strength,

He once again pressed His torn feet against the nail,

straightened His legs,

took a deeper breath,

and uttered His seventh and last cry:

‘Father, into Thy hands I commit My spirit.’

A while later, the soldier pierced a long spear

into the side of the dead man, to His heart.

The watery fluid and blood that flowed out show us

He had literally died of a broken heart –

not the usual crucifixion death of suffocation.

The friends of Jesus were allowed to remove His holy body,

and for a moment his mother held Him again upon her lap,

cradled in her arms.

Let Him sleep now.

It is finished.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,

sorrow and love flow mingled down!

 Did e’er such love and sorrow meet?

or thorns compose so rich a crown?

It was for me.

It was for me.

 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

save in the death of Christ my God.

All the vain things that charmed me most,

 I sacrifice them to His blood:

It was for me.

It was for me.