THE POUNDING OF THE NAILS

Easter morning rolled around,

And I was half asleep,

Unconcerned what day it was,

'Til something made me weep.

The crucifixion story,

Came to life that day.

I witnessed in my mind's eye,

The price Christ had to pay.

They laid Him down upon a cross,

His clothes already stripped,

A crown of thorns upon His head,

And stripes where He was whipped.

And then I heard an awful sound,

Along with Mary's wails.

The sound that changed my life,

Was the pounding of the nails.

Church means so much more to me,

For when I miss, I find,

The pounding of the nails,

Echoes through my mind.

Becky Overturf Wall