When the hammer


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.

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His cause was truly just,
His death was a must.
Would you have taken His place?
Will you now accept His grace?

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Come take my hand and I shall show you 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.

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The nails have since rusted away,
But His wounds would forever stay.

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