Three Nails

Three Nails

Driven through His hands and feet
Three nails, for you and me
Nails that held Him to the cross
He died to set us free.

Nails in crudest form were dug
From earth, which had been cursed
Molten, forged by fiery heat
But that was not the worst.

Our sins held Jesus on that cross
His love to us maintained
His agonizing body there
Pure blood that old cross stained.

And when I see big nails, I think
Of Him who died for me
I’m glad He died and rose again
I hope that you agree?

Robert Fultz
March 10, 2017