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 Nails of Love

Shaheen P Parshad

 

When You said You loved me,

It wasn’t with flowers or sweets;

“I love you,” You said when I hammered,

Those nails in Your hands and feet.

 

I placed thorns on Your brow

That deserved a glorious crown.

“Father, forgive them, they don’t know what they do!”

Your love cascaded down.

 

I flogged and dragged You through the streets,

But Your love spoke louder than the crowd’s jibes and threats;

You bore the cross, a painful, public show,

Upholding Your banner of love over me, all through.

 

And as if that wasn’t already enough,

I dared to play a bit more rough,

With a shaft I pierced Your precious side;

The stream that flowed washed my soul white.

 

You endured death and the grave,

Though You are God’s beloved Son.

You laid down Your own life,

To give me an eternal one.

 

You broke death’s cold seal,

And changed my being to gold from steel.

I walk anew, reshaped by grace,

I wait, eyes fixed, for the home You’ll place.