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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.

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Having trouble giving this one a title, so if you think you have the perfect title for it, let me hear it.  The person who submits the chosen title wins a free lifetime membership to the T. W. Smith fan club.  (WHUPPEEE!!!!!)  :-)

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©8 November 2003 - 10:34pm — beaconzbard
10 November 2003 - 7:24pm — Shirley Lynn Yarnell (not verified)
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Tom-
I liked it. As far as a title. How about "an ordinary nail that paid my bill". Just a thought.
Lynn

8 November 2003 - 10:52pm — Jena (not verified)
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Got a bit of an ego there buddy? heh, i really like your poems. it's great to meet someone so strong in their faith as you. very uplifting... as for a title...hm, i dunno...