It Is Finished by Anderson Kursonis V1: Darkness falls as the Son of Man calls out âIt is finishedâ, but is it finished? The curtain tore from the top on down to the floor It is finished, but is it finished? How could this be the prophecy? This ainât victory Heâs as dead as my faith and weâre all alone He sits in a grave; He should sit on a throne How could this be? How could this be? Oh God, help me to see V2: (same as v1) Saturday ends as slowly as it began It is finished, but is it finished? This is not a sabbath; this isnât rest when the one that I love has no beat in his chest It is finished, but is it finished? Bridge: Sunday dawns with no relief The women declare that angels were there But itâs hard to believe I start running just to see The angels they said, âHeâs gone ahead to Galilee.â Out on the boat, out on the sea A voice calls out to me Thereâs a man on the shore and I know itâs the Lord But how could this be? Break: How could this be? How could this be? How could this be? How could this be? End: You are who you say you are You are who you say you are The Lion the Lamb, the Great I AM Jesus You are