Nails

 He was the one sharp bitten, bruised and nailed

The Lord of heaven while the kingdoms railed

His back by hate laid low

I saw him approach slow

With many beatings dealt

In blood and grime beheld

His crown, a jagged crown

All trace of glory shorn

Laid bare before all eyes

His garments cast aside

Upon that wooden tree

His nakedness to see

My hammer was hard

Singing like a bard

This death was mine

As tight as twine

I pinned the nail

Fixed as braille

That soft mail

Soul's jail

Him

And

I

He was the one sharp bitten, bruised and nailed

The Lord of earth by hell's fell hands assailed

The spike was meant for me

And I could not concede

My guilt, it took me down

I had no wedding gown

Not heeding heaven's sigh

I built my doorway high

Walking by many roads

Bearing uncounted loads

I scorned the herald's cry

Taking what I can buy

My hammer was strong

I knew I was wrong

This death was mine

The taste like brine

A nail through skin

Sharp and thin

As frail as sin

It sunk in

Him

And

I

Jesus, the one sharp bitten, bruised and nailed

The Lord of mine by my own hands impaled

His eyes with tears were dim

Held up to heaven's rim

His mercy and his grace

The kindness of his gaze

And there I saw my heart

My shame in every part

He won a perfect peace

My fingers held the tree

My Saviour, my Christ

His blood was the price

The truth was all love

He is always enough

His death is mine

His life like wine

Mind and soul

My only goal

Let this coal

Burn whole

Him

And

I