We were the Nails by Raymond A. Foss
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame he carried with him, we were the jeers on the cross, the taunts of the guards, the priests, the criminals beside him; we were the sour wine in the sponge We were the spear that pierced his side the cold tomb that held his body, the cloth, the perfume we were the darkness
March 23, 2008 Service of Tenebrae, Maundy Thursday Sanbornville United Methodist Church, 3/20/08, Pastor Ruth L. Foss
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