Nails are what they hung him by.

It made so many cry.

All he did was love us all,

but we just laughed as we watched him fall.

A crown of thorns he wore

as his precious blood began to pour.

Upon his aching back he carried his cross.

As he grew weaker from so much blood loss.

The people who loved him were few,

but he knew he would make all things new.

It gave some a thrill

to see him climb that hill.

Nails are what they hung him by,

which dug deep into his hands and feet.

All at once the angels began to weep.

But God knew his precious son was just asleep.

For on that third day he awakened once more.

And walked out of Grave's door.