Summary: This is a sermon in a song...
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