It Took Nails

It took more than just the wave of a hand
To rescue hearts and heal a land
More than a master magician's wand
To produce hundreds of fish from no river or pond

More than the sleight of hand or eye
That tricks crowds low while they look high
From few loaves, multitudes were fed
He even spoke, then raised the dead

It should have always been enough
To heal the sick, to tame the tough
To put the sight back into eyes
To touch the lame and watch them rise

Men saw these things and still they swore
That those miracles He'd suffer for
But He knew that He would feel the pain
Of scourge and whip for others' gain

They who followed the steps of His last track
With cross upon His bloodied back
He raised His head when He reached the hill
Said to the throngs, "I love you still"

In order that we'd then believe
Nails were driven deep into the tree
Through holy flesh and precious blood
That dripped to earth and blessed the mud

And then He took that final breath
All payments made with His mortal death
Our sins forgiven, our souls to save
Leaving eternal life shining from empty grave…