The journey was at an end.

Jesus was quickly thrown backward

with his shoulders against the wood.

The soldier felt for the depression at the front of the wrist;

he drove a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood.

Quickly he moved to the other side and repeated the action,

being careful not to pull the arms too tightly.

The title ‘Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews’ was nailed into place,

and the crossbar lifted into position.

The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot.

With both feet extended, toes down,

a nail was driven through the arch of each,

leaving the knees moderately flexed.

The victim was now crucified.

 ‘Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews’

He is our peace.

Jesus, our sin put the nails in Your hands.

It was love that held You there.

It was love that held You there.

 

Jesus, our sin put the nails in Your feet.

It was love that held You there.

 It was love that held You there.

 

The soldiers hoisted Your cross on high.

You were their prisoner;

but no one took Your life away from You.

You gave it willingly, freely.

It was love that held You there.

It was love that held You there.

 

You were lifted high upon that cross,

even as You had prophesied when You promised;

‘I, if I be lifted up from the earth,

will draw all people to Me.’

It was love that held You there.

It was love that held You there.