Ever wonder what it would take,
To find a love that us not fake.
When the hammer hit the nail,
His live still did not fail.
His cause was truly just,
His death was a must.
Would you have taken His place?
Will you now accept His grace?
When the hammer hit the nail:
Darkness was turned to light,
Not afraid of things that haunt the night.
Perfect love nailed to a tree,
All so we from death are free.
The nails have since rusted away,
But His wounds would forever stay.