Every Time He Drove A Nail

As a young man while still at home

Working at the family trade

He put aside some finished wood

His two calloused hands just made

As He reached to pick his hammer up

He turned a little pale

Oh, He had Calvary on his mind

Every time He drove a nail

Each time He walked past a hill

Big enough to hold a cross

He knew someday a borrowed tomb

Was the price my soul would cost

Still He worked at his Father’s side

While the years lay unveiled

He thought of Calvary

Every time He drove a nail

He could feel the nails rip through his hands

As He brought the hammer down

He knew in a few short years

He would wear a thorn filled crown

When He thought about Gethsemane

He knew his friends would fail

Oh, He had Calvary on his mind

Every time He drove a nail

Each time He walked past a hill

Big enough to hold a cross

He knew someday a borrowed tomb

Was the price my soul would cost

Still He worked at his Father’s side

While the years lay unveiled

He thought of Calvary

Every time He drove a nail

Now He’s gone to His Father’s side

Where His glory is unveiled

He thought of you and me

Every time He drove a nail