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It was just an ordinary nail
that was driven

through his feet.
Two more, just like it

were driven through his hands—
the price of my sins.

Death did grimly greet
its own conqueror,

as He dove into the pit
to fulfill the Father’s plans

to forgive my sins and make me pure—
to pay my wretched bill.