I was told, many years ago, of a man, who was brave and bold.
He was a carpenter, by trade, and many were the things He made.
He was wise, loving, kind and true, destined for greatness, only his mother knew.
His father died leaving Him to be, The leader of the family.
Time passed and His siblings grew, now they built and made things New.
He felt a calling down deep inside, and from this calling, He could not hide.
He packed His bag, and off He went. For His steps were heaven sent.
At first, He traveled all alone, Teaching and sharing God’s love and Him alone.
Then one day two fishermen He did meet, so He said to them, come follow me.
As His fame grew and grew, more men He called to follow Him, too.
His name became familiar all around, especially in one Jerusalem town.
He taught with no reservation to all men, to anyone and everyone, who would listen to
Him. Lives were changing in front of their eyes, the lame started walking, He heard their
cries. He healed many not just one, He was the Messiah, God’s only Son.
He is the light, in the darkness, shining bright, He gave many back their sight.
After three years of teaching, sadness came, many lives were different, they would
never be the same.
Passover dinner had been the night before; the blood had been applied over my door.
Opening the door, I could see a big Roman soldier staring back at me.
“Open up,” he shouted, as he pushed his way through, “Or today I will crucify you.”
Now, I am the only blacksmith in Jerusalem town, the only one, for, a hundred miles
around.
Pounding my counter, his demands he made. “Three Iron Nails, NOW, I need them,
today!” With shaking hands, pointing to the corner of my Shop. “Over there, on the shelf, at the very top.”
He turned quickly, as he helped himself, grabbing the iron nails, off the top shelf.
“Yes! These will do nicely,” he did say, “Especially for what I have to do today!”
He turned sharply and strode through the door. His every movement shook the floor.
I stood in silence and disbelief, another crucifixion, who was the thief?
My Shop now empty, a man burst inside, “Come quickly! Watch three men die!” Then
just as quickly he was gone, today there would be no dancing, no celebration song.
Shouts of anger were bursting inside, “CRUCIFY JESUS!! CRUCIFY!!”
It was then, it hit me what I had done, I had provided the nails to CRUCIFY, God’s only
Son!
I ran after the soldier fighting my way through, I MUST get to Jesus, but what could I
do? I heard in the distance a very loud whale! A woman in anguish, from what I could tell.
I rounded the last corner and stopped dead in my tracks. There was Jesus, Dead, that
was a fact.
The water and blood flowed freely, as He hung on that tree. And that blood was flowing
straight toward me. His blood touched my sandals, and turned them bright red. “Forgive
me Jesus,” and I fell, as though dead.
The big Roman soldier helped me to my feet. He was shouting and crying, “He forgave
me!” I stood there in silence when they took Jesus away, I was the one who supplied the
nails that day.
Now those, “Three Iron Nails”, have great meaning for me, they represent my salvation
and how He set me free!
One nail represents the “Father!”
One nail represents the “Son!”
One nail represents “The Holy Spirit!”
The victory, He has won!
Written by, Gleneva Lundmark
Share Life Ministries 