NAILS AND THORNS
They drove nails in His hands
They made a crown that cut with thorns
They scarred Him with their beatings
But His spirit stayed strong
They raised a cross, the heavens wept
But still the masses scorned
I feel the nails. I feel the thorns.
Mary faintly cried
They knew the ache of angels
When Love was crucified.
I heard the prisoner as he prayed,
Remember me, O Lord!
I felt the nails. I felt the thorns.
# This broken bread- His body.
This water like His blood.
Please cleanse me. Wash me worthy.
To stand before my God.
When I've stumbled off the road
I know He sees right through me
But His Love makes me whole
And though I'm not the only one
He would have died for me alone.
I feel the nails. I feel the thorns.
I feel the nails. I feel the thorns.
I feel the nails. I feel the thorns.
I feel the nails. I feel the thorns.

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