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WHO DROVE THE NAILS?
Was it the hardened soldiers, or a vast blood-thirsty throng,
That drove the nails into my Lord, accusing Him of wrong?
I wondered how someone could do that cruel and bloody task,
But even as I ached for Him, I felt the need to ask,
WHO DROVE THE NAILS?
When finally it dawned on me, I bowed my head in shame,
And realized, with tearful eyes, that I’m the one to blame.
For it was all my sins that held my Savior on that tree,
He took my punishment that day so I could be set free.
And when temptation beckons, and I open up the door,
I find I’ve driven in the nails, much deeper than before.
Dear Lord, I ask forgiveness for the thoughtless things I do,
And pray You’ll guide my feeble steps, and draw me close to You.
Please help me to be faithful so my feet will never roam,
Until that day You take my hand and lead me safely home.
Betty Jo Mings
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