THREE RUSTY NAILS

THREE RUSTY NAILS

A Poem by John Ward

Three 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

© 2015 John Ward


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So poignantly simple, ending with a truth that many find hard to believe. I love the first two lines. He hung on the cross, and the sins of mankind hung on him. And I like this, "That same power that took Him from Calvary
That same power lives in you and me." Such a quiet invitation that invites to come. Very well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Love how the structure of the poem looks like the very same cross with the "Three Rusty Nails", well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


John Ward

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your review and your comments!

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