My granddaughter Lizzie was about to get her nails painted. My husband is watching the neighbors get a new roof put on their house, so there were lots of nails being discussed. Lizzie began singing, "Nails, nails, nails, nails, nails," so the first five notes of this song were Lizzie's and so was the idea of nails.
Nails Were Pounded / An Original Work / June 4, 2011
Nails were pounded when He hung on a tree;
Suffered for us so we could be set free.
He died for our sins; rose up from the grave,
So we could be forgiven; by His grace we’re saved.
A spear pierced His side; His clothes they’d divide;
A crown on His head to mock Him instead
Of honoring Him as our Savior, King,
Who gave his life for the world to be free from sin.
Forsaken by friends, though He’d not offend.
He lived perfectly; our High Priest to be.
He calls us to see, and by faith believe;
In repentance receive Him; live eternally.
Song Lyrics @ Public Domain