It Wasn't the Nails
It wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross,
He could have come down,
but the whole world would be lost.
The ransom was so high,
only He could pay the cost;
it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross.
Oh it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross,
He could have come down,
but the whole world would be lost.
The ransom was so high,
only He could pay the cost;
it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our iniquity,
by His stripes we were healed,
as He hung there at Calvary.
He was lifted up from the earth,
in order to draw all men;
it was love that held Him there
and that same love covers our sins.
Oh it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross,
He could have come down,
but the whole world would be lost.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our iniquity,
by His stripes we were healed,
as He hung there at Calvary.
Oh it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross,
He could have come down,
but the whole world would be lost.
For God so loved the world,
that He gave His only Son,
no greater love had been given to anyone.
The Son gave His life for the taking by men;
He had the power to lay it down,
He had the power to take it up again.
Oh it wasn't the nails that held Him to the cross,
He could have come down,
but the whole world would be lost.
Power
Power, power.
Autor(es): Jerry Mannery / Milton Biggham
