It Wasn'T the Nails

Suffering is a part of life, and I say But sometimes I just wish the suffering would go away Pain seems so useless, its purpose is so hard to find When I'm in pain I'm often abrupt, rude & unkind But Jesus had much more pain than I ever will; His suffering was the way he chose my sins to kill He died of lack of blood and lack of enough air Into his lungs, and to me it seems unfair, To die for my sins on his cross up there It wasn't the nails that held Christ to the cross; It was his love for us that put him at a loss; For air to breathe and blood to flow And in the end, for his life to go My pain has purpose when I unite my pain, With Christ's pain on the cross which was for my gain; Gain of forgiveness of my sins on my soul And for other's sins, too, to make us all whole So I'll offer up my pain for others, and not complain For my suffering may help them repent and not sin again Suffering is a part of life, I know, and I say