Love, Not Nails

Do you think just two old nails
And wood shaped into a cross
Could have held the Lord of Glory
As He was dying for the lost

I believe as they were crying
Away with Him, away with Him
He was holding tight to the nails
Just to keep them in

It was not two rusty nails
That held Him to the cross
But it was His great love
He had for a world that was lost

No greater love than this
Will this world ever see
He held those nails in place
Because of His love for you and me

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© Betty Hill and son Doug