Ever wonder what it would take,

To find a love that us not fake.

When the hammer hit the nail,

His live still did not fail.

His cause was truly just,

His death was a must.

Would you have taken His place?

Will you now accept His grace?

Come take my hand and I shall show you Grace

When the hammer hit the nail:

Darkness was turned to light,

Not afraid of things that haunt the night.

Perfect love nailed to a tree,

All so we from death are free.

The nails have since rusted away,

But His wounds would forever stay.