The Nail

It’s Christmas time at our house and we are putting up the tree,

I wish I could find one simple way to remember Christ’s gift to me.

Some little sign or symbol to show friends stopping by,

The little babe that was born one day, but He really came to die.

Some symbol of His nail pierced hands, the blood He shed for you and me,

What if I hung a simple nail on my shining Christmas tree?

A crimson bow tied round the nail as His blood flowed down so free,

To save each person from their sin and redeem us for all eternity.

I know it was His love for us that held him to that tree,

But when I see this simple nail I know he died for me.

ANOTHER VERSION:

We have a gift for you- just a simple nail.
However you will never be able
to use it for the purpose that
it was intended. It will never
join two pieces of wood or
fasten a picture to a wall.
This nail will probably never be
hammered by you – we don’t
think anyone could bring
themselves to do it-
Not this particular nail.
Let this nail, instead, serve
as a reminder each time you
see it, each time you find it again.
That you matter to someone.
if you ever doubt your worth
or value, if you ever doubt
that you are loved,
hold this nail just for a
Moment and reflect.
God so loved the world
That he gave His only
begotten Son…
while we were yet sinners
Christ died for us.
Believe and remember.
How much you hurt or
How much you suffer,
You are loved.
Never forget that
Jesus was held to the
Cross not by nails
But by love.