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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