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Nails
Held fast
The blood-brushed frames
During Israel's first
Passover.
Nails
Held sure
The blood-soaked beams
Through Jerusalem's last
Sacrifice.
Nails
No longer hold
Jesus' blood-stained limbs
To the Crucifix of Shame
at
Golgotha,
But they
Remind us instead
Of the blood-spilled passion
That held Him to that cross,
Paying once for all
The Price of our
Salvation
John 3:16
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