THREE RUSTY NAILSA Poem by John WardThree rusty nails, one wooden cross The sins of the world hung on the one who suffered for the lost With blood flowing from His crown to His feet He died for you and me The skies opened up with a thunderous sound Our Lord and Savior arose over the clouds above That same power that took Him from Calvary That same power lives in you and me Three rusty nails could not hold THE KING OF KINGS 10/7/2015
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