He Bore the Nails
He bore the nails
Our sins were paid now made us free
Of blood a trail
That leads each soul to victory
A king was hailed
A crown of thorns it had to be
Broken and frail
His body hung there from a tree
At that noon hour, all was still, then tore the vail
Life's journey spent, no sin, no worry, saved from hell
No time to suffer
No time for death
For all mankind was His last breath
Be with Him, Lord
Ever at His side
For man He gained eternal life
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