It is finished, take me home
by michelle moore © 2006

Oh Father in Heaven
Hear them pounding in the nails
See the thorny crown up on my brow
feel their sins inside my soul
taste the blood I shed for all
Oh my Father God
Hear the mocking of your Son
See them casting lots for my clothes
Understand that they don't know
I'm cleansing out their souls.
Oh Father, Oh Father
Their sins I lift to you
Forgive them Father God, I pray
I am tired, weak, and scorned
Oh Gracious Father
It is finished
Take me Home.