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The Hammer

by Cheremiah

I pictured clearly in my mind
The cross at Calvary
I saw a line of people there
With names from A to Z

The line moved slowly, single file
We knew why we were there
My turn is coming up I sobbed
My heart filled with despair

Alas, I stood before His face
I saw shame and sorrow mixed with grace
I gazed at Him so tenderly
Two pain filled eyes gazed back at me

I saw the blood upon His brow
I heard Him say, It's your turn now
You must pound the nails without delay
I AM dying here for you today

Pick up the hammer and hold it tight
Now, swing it back with all your might
And drive the nails yet deeper in
I AM here to take away your sin

The hardest thing I have ever done
Was to drive the nails in God's own Son
But there was just no other Way
And He offers that hammer to you today

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