Three Rusty Nails

Just three rusty nails were All HE would need,
to finish a House that would last,
The beams of The CROSS, now empty would plead…
my case, at The BAR,…for my past!

This Carpenter, Strong, spent the bulk of HIS Days,
on the Earth in a shop, crafting wood,
But The BEST that HE made for Eternal Display,
took three nails through HIS Body…for good!

How many a-time with three nails in one Hand,
and a hammer in other to blow?
But the rusty three nails through the Hands, Feet, and PLAN,
forged One House of Salvation to KNOW!

Defeat was full bought by one fruit of the the tree,
through the mouth, transforming the heart,
But VICT’RY was wrought in FRUIT, known as HE,
placed back on lone tree,…as Man’s part!

The “bruising of heal” by three nails, closed to seal…
the breach between GOD, and bought-men,
The “crushing of head” by three holes in The REAL,
forever has SAVED some from sin!

The bite of the fruit from one beautiful tree,
brought us death by such “innocent” words,
But three rusty nails, unsightly to see,
brought life through the death of PURE LORD!

Sin brought rust to the nails that might never have been,
for Decay is the lone human craft!
Wooden “homes,” made of men, become shambles in Sin,
Future HELL with the Devil, who laughed!

But The Carpenter’s last task, sealed Sin/Death in the bier,
and then rested until The Third Day,
Sunny morn! Smiling Face! Greeting friends with, “I’m Here!”
Creation, Quite NEW, on Display,
For Carpenter, once dead, Ever LIVES, and it’s Clear,
The SCULPTOR from Rock, forged New DAY!

Jay O’Toole
(Thank The LORD for giving me this great new poem! What a BLESSING!)