
No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own. I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father.
Christ’s Seventh Word From the Cross
Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit”; and when he had said this he breathed his last.




“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” With a last sigh your head drops slowly towards us, with your chin just above the breast-bone. We can now look up at your face; finally it is relaxed and calm, illuminated with the gentle majesty of God.
Soon it will be three o’clock. Jesus is still holding on, but barely.
Jesus is in a state bordering on total collapse. His body aches in excruciating pain; each time he pulls himself up to breath,
An hour passes. The sun is now covered by clouds, and it suddenly has become very cold. Jesus is undergoing immense suffering.
The curses and insults have begun to dwindle. The large crowd is no longer interested in watching Jesus die. The show is over.