This is a story of long ago---of a man who owned a little store "I'd like to buy some nails - some big, big nails." Author Unknown
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As he would tell it, "I was proud to have my name above the door."
This took place, oh, about two thousand years ago, as I recall
I was located in Jerusalem, just across the street from Pilate's hall
And I had everything anyone would ever need
Why, folks would come from miles around, regardless of their creed
But there were only three things I had that I thought would never sell
So I placed them in a corner on a shelf ----three old rusty spike nails
Then one day a Roman soldier came through the door
And as he walked up to me, it seemed he shook the floor
I said, "Can I help you, Sir?" in a voice I 'm sure seemed frail
He looked at me with a sneering grin and said,
"Well, you see, Sir, three's all I have."
"Oh, That'll do.
For the job I have, three's enough
Now how much do I owe you?"
He placed the money in my hand
And I was glad to make the sale
Then I began to wonder, and I asked,
"Sir, what can you do with just three rusty old spike nails?"
"Did you ever hear of a man called Jesus the Nazarene?"
"You mean the one they call the Son of God?"
"Yes, that's the one, today I intend to show the world who's boss
For with these three nails I'm going to nail that man Jesus to a cross."
You'll never know how numb I felt ,as on my knees I fell
"Please sir, don't do that!"
- But he just turned and walked away
I said, "Please, let me buy them back!"
But he just looked at me and grinned
And in the distance, I could see the howling mob
Through the tears that filled my eyes.
"Away with him" "Crucify him!" I could hear their angry cries.
But over the top of all the noise and groans of agony,
I can still hear the sound of a hammer
As that big Roman soldier
nailed my Jesus to a tree."
With three rusty nails
they nailed Jesus to a tree
And His blood washed my sins away
As He died for you and for me
.
"With three nails from my store Jesus was crucified
I'm the one who should have suffered, bled, and died
I should have hung on the cross in disgrace
But Jesus, God's Son, took my place:
The apostle Paul recorded it this way,
"God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto Himself … For He hath made Him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him."
Page By Mary Jones
2004
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