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Three Nails


There were three nails,

But my Lord did not fail

To carry out His plan

And save all of man.

A crown of thorns

He died as His people scorned

There was so much blood

Even enough to flood

All of our sins

So that we may be forgiven

And begin to understand

 The love of God,

The one who created all of man.

 
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