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Can you imagine, what was on their minds
As they tried Jesus through the night, the night
How could they accuse Him of committing blasphemy?
Nail him to the cross the people screamed, they screamed
Drive the nails
Through the hands, the Holy hands that feed us
How could they drive the nails and spill His blood? His blood
Drive the nails
Through the feet, Holy feet that walked on water
We’re the ones that drove those nails through our God
When we become aware, of our own sinful nature
We know it was our hand that made that swing, that swing
Our wicked ways made the hammer fall
We hung our Redeemer to that tree, that cruel tree
Drive the nails
Through the hands, the Holy hands that feed us
How could we drive the nails and spill His blood? His blood
Drive the nails
Through the feet, Holy feet that walked on water
We’re the ones that drove those nails through our God
We’re the ones that drove those nails through our God