He Chose the Nails
Wes King
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 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 And it rained down mercy And it rained down mercy He built an altar to offer up His Son How could this be the will of God? The intervention from heaven was a voice Saying, "Though this someday must be done Abraham, it will not be your son" 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 And it rained down mercy And it rained down mercy 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 And it rained down mercy It rained down mercy 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 And it rained down mercy And it rained down mercy Oh, it rained down mercy It rained down mercy The hand that held the hammer The hand that held the hammer The hand that held the hammer Was the hand of God The hand that held the hammer
