HE Chose the Nails
A tool of torture becomes a sign of hope,
The measure for the love of God,
The intersection of eternity and time,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Chorus
The hand that held the hammer
Was the hand of God.
The hand that took the nail
Was His only Son.
The doors of heaven opened
As He opened up his hand,
And it rained down mercy,
And it rained down mercy.
He built and altar to offer up His son.
How could this be the will of God?
The intervention from the heaven was a voice
Saying, "Though this someday must be done,
Abraham, it will not be your son."
Chorus Repeat
He drank the cup and ripped the veil
When He chose the nails.
The hand that held the hammer
Was the hand of GOD.
The hand that took the nail
Was His only Son.
The doors that heaven opened
As He opened up His hand.
It rained down mercy,
The mercy,
It rained down mercy,
Oh, it rained down mercy
It rained down mercy.
The hand that held the hammer.
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