Another Nail
Our loving Lord was crucified
By cruel hands of old;
In agonizing pain He died;
Betrayed, deserted, sold,Insulted, beaten, spit upon
With thieves on either side;
A victim killed by brutal brawn
Inspired by jealous pride.We say today, "A ghostly deed
Could people be so low;
So full of selfish lust and greed,
To make Him suffer so?"In looking back, it's hard to see
How men could be so mean;
To kill our Lord 'mid shouts of glee,
And think their hands were clean.Yet, every day, we crucify
Our Lord with pains anew
When careless deeds of ours deny
The only Name that's true;Each willful sin becomes a nail
Each act of hate, a spear;
A crown of thorns when thought prevail
That brings a bloody tear.The vulgar words that pass our lips
Are spit upon His face;
When hoarding wealth in miser's grips
Like thieves, we bring disgrace.So friends, it's time we knew each wrong
That causes us to fail
Will once again His pain prolong?
And drive another nail!author unknown
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Taken from: Guardian of
Truth Nov. 25,2001
Riverview Church of Christ
Riverview, Michigan