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