It was all over,
Only death remained,
It was all over,
The ground a bloody stain.
His body was taken away,
There was sobbing, crying, weeping;
It was the death of Mary�s child,
She wished he were just sleeping.
Standing �neath the Cross,
Where all had seemed to fail,
Someone yelled clear as day,
�Hey, who owns these nails?�
My heart had stopped for a moment,
My sins had been exposed;
I thought I hid them well,
Now everybody knows.
You see, they were my nails,
That held Him to the tree,
He took on all my sins,
Son's He could set me free.
I raised my hand and said, �They�re mine:,
Those nails thick and long;
Jesus took them for my sins,
For all that I�ve done wrong.
He knew I needed something,
More than I could ever know,
He took each nail and every sin,
And made my life whole;
Then I recalled His lasting love,
There I cried �tho all did see,
The nails, the scars and the cross,
He did all for me.
It�s a new beginning,
But the same plan;
It�s a new beginning,
God still saving Man!
Written on December 20,1998
Rev. Nancy Kirkpatrick
