CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION: THE POUNDING OF THE NAILS
THE POUNDING OF THE NAILS Sunday 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. 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 Wall