Nails

Where was the army of angels When the crowd yelled out crucify? And how could a last breath be taken By the one whose breath becomes life? All my guilt, all my shame The nails that pierced you bore my name The father's face turned away Nothing made sense that day But now I see It was your love for me Holding you on that tree It wasn't the nails You chose the death of a sinner To give me the life of a saint And you left the heights of the heavens To show me the depths of your grace You took my guilt, you took my shame Now resurrection bears my name By your blood I've been saved Nothing could stand in your way Now I see It was your love for me Holding you on that tree It wasn't the nails (oh oh oh oh) 'Cause with one word You could've stopped the hurt But it was your love, your grace, your mercy Holding you there It wasn't the nails (Oh-oh-oh) it wasn't the nails No one could take what you chose to give You gave your life to save my soul Freely you died so I could live Jesus you wanted me to know It wasn't the nails (holding you on that tree) Oh, now I see It was your love for me Holding you on that tree It wasn't the nails 'Cause with one word You could've stopped the hurt But it was your love, your grace, your mercy Holding you there It was always your love, your grace, your mercy Nothing compares It wasn't the nails (Oh-oh-oh) it wasn't the nails, no! No! It wasn't the nails