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The Nails

The nails that symbolize
the greatest story ever told.
To bring life to humanity
for ages young and old.
The nails driven beyond the hands
of perfect sinless man.
With hatred, envy, bitterness,
was part of his great plan.
The pain he bore was beyond
all human comprehension.
The choice was made
to bring forth hope
for all the distant nations.
O Son of man, what did you feel
being crucified for me?
What did you think about my Lord,
while hanging on that tree?
Please lead us to the cross my God
where only there we'll see.
Our sins atoned for by your blood
that brings us victory.
And humbly Lord we praise your name
and give you all glory.
For love, for hope, for mercy, grace
we bow down unto thee.



Isaiah 53:5

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed."

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