Исполнитель: | Gospel Traditional (English) |
Пользователь: | mark clarke |
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This is a story of long ago of a man who owned a little store.
And "I was proud to have my name above the door."
This took place, oh, about two thousand years ago, as I recall,
Located in Jerusalem, just across the street from Pilate's hall.
I had everything I thought I would ever need;
Why, folks would come from miles around, regardless of their creed.
The only one thing I had I didn’t think I could never sell,
Was in the corner on a shelf ----three old rusty spike nails.
Then one day a big Roman soldier came through the door,
And as he walked up to me, it seemed he shook the floor.
I said, "Can I help you, Sir?" I said with a voice I 'm sure seemed frail.
He looked at me with a sneering grin and said,
"I'd like to buy some big, big nails."
"Three old rusty spikes is all I have sir."
He said "For me that'll do. For the job I have, three's enough - - -
How much do I owe you?"
He placed the money in my hand, and I was glad to make the sale.
Then I began to wonder, and I asked,
"Sir, what can you do with just three spike nails?"
He said, "Did you ever hear of a man called Jesus the Nazarene?"
"You mean the one that goes about doing good?"
He said "Yes, that's the man.” He said, “Today I intend to show the world that I am boss.
For with these three old rusty spikes I'm going to nail Jesus to a cross."
I stood there almost numb. You’ll never know how I felt.
I said, "Please sir, don't do that!" - as down on my knees I knelt.
But he just turned and walked away. I got up and followed him.
I said, "Please sir, I’ll buy them back!" But he just looked at me and grinned.
And across the distance, I could see the howling mob
Through the tears that filled my eyes.
"Away with him" "Crucify him!" I could hear their angry cries.
And over all the groans and pain,
I could hear the sound of the hammer as that big Roman soldier---
Nailed Jesus to a tree."
With three rusty nails, they nailed Jesus to a tree;
The sun turned to darkness on that day
It was the day that Jesus died
And the blood flowed from his side
The blood washed my sins away.