I AM THE NAIL

Among many others, they picked me.
I did not want to have any part in the crucifixion.

I did not want to be the one to pierce His hands.

Those loving hands that were helping and healing people;

I tried desperately to hide among the other nails so that I won’t be picked.

Suddenly, a bright light came shinning through.

I was blinded for a moment.

When my eyes adjusted themselves to the light, to my shocking surprise,

I saw myself on His hands.

Oh no I cried to myself, I was chosen.

Suddenly, out of nowhere came rushing a huge hammer down right at me.

It hit me right on the head and before I knew it, I went right through His delicate hand.

I was sad and devastated to be the one to do that,

But He looked at me and whispered with a gentle voice as that of a mother reassuring her child, and said, "it was meant to happen. I had to die in order for them to live".

All I could think of at that moment was "I nailed the Savior to the cross."

I am the nail.

By Crissy Ramroop & Tresor Mulumba