The nail in his hand and the hammer in mine
I could see that he was innocent but I acted blind
Each day I kept sinning with my conscious mind
Said, "Father forgive them.." He still was so kind!
The nail in his hand and the hammer in mine
I mocked on his face and whiped him behind
He'd kill me with a blow but spared me each time
He knew I'd wait at the cross and peace I will find
The nail in his hand and the hammer in mine
To God be the glory and my earthly dime
He died to save my soul and is why I feel fine
And I say it's a Good Friday, in my Good Friday rhyme.
