The Three Rusty Nails

The Three Rusty Nails

John 20:25 (KJV)

25 The other disciples therefore said unto him, We have seen the Lord. But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.

This is a story of long ago of a man

who owned a little store.

As he would tell it, "I was proud

to have my name above the door."

This took place, oh, about

two thousand years ago, as I recall

I was located in Jerusalem,

just across the street from Pilate's hall.

And I had everything anyone would ever need;

Why, folks would come from miles around, regardless of their creed.

But there was only one thing I had I thought would never sell,

So I placed it in a corner on a shelf ----

three old rusty spike nails.

Then one day a 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?"

n a voice I 'm sure seemed frail.

He looked at me with a sneering grin and said,

"I'd like to buy some nails - some big, big nails."

"Well, you see, Sir, three's all I have."

"Oh, That'll do. For the job I have, three's enough - - -Now 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?"

"Did you ever hear of a man called

Jesus the Nazarene?"

"You mean the one they call the Son of God?"

"Yes, that's the one.

Today I intend to show the world who's boss,

For with these three nails I'm going to nail

that man Jesus to a cross."

You'll never know how numb I felt –

as on my knees I fell.

"Please sir, don't do that!" –

but he just turned and walked away

I said, "Please, let me buy them back!"

But he just looked at me and grinned.

And in 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.

But over the top of all the noise

and groans of agony,

I can still hear the sound of a hammer as that big Roman soldier---Nailed my Jesus to a tree."

This is an old song that I dearly love and want to share with Sermon Central… by… Jimmie Davis

The 3 Nails - 101 year old Gov. Jimmie Davis