Driving of the Nails

DRIVING OF THE NAILS Driving of the nails on that cross that night— What a picture true, what an awesome sight. People given cards to write down a snare That they took to nail to the cross right there. Hearing then the sound of the hammer fall As they prayed and cried, giving God it all. I sat there and watched, wondered if to go, I had snares to nail on that cross, I know, But I sat and watched; no, I did not go, Thoughts ran through my mind, quickly they did flow. Somehow there inside I felt weak and frail, I could not go down, could not take a nail, For I knew that act would not end that night Snares I would nail there that I often fight. I would have to go daily to that tree, Take a card again, nail it to Calvary. “I die daily,” said Paul the man of old, He knew how the snares take one in their hold. Looking back, though, now, maybe on that night As I sat in back, watching all the sight, I should have gone down just to reassure I’m not giving up! I will still endure! I must take that nail, hammer hard and true, “Nail it to the cross,” YES, Lord, help me to!