Nails

Where was the army of angels
When the crowd yelled out crucify?
And how could a last breath be taken
By the one whose breath becomes life?

All my guilt, all my shame
The nails that pierced you bore my name
The father's face turned away
Nothing made sense that day

But now I see
It was your love for me
Holding you on that tree
It wasn't the nails

You chose the death of a sinner
To give me the life of a saint
And you left the heights of the heavens
To show me the depths of your grace

You took my guilt, you took my shame
Now resurrection bears my name
By your blood I've been saved
Nothing could stand in your way

Now I see
It was your love for me
Holding you on that tree
It wasn't the nails (oh oh oh oh)

'Cause with one word
You could've stopped the hurt
But it was your love, your grace, your mercy
Holding you there
It wasn't the nails
(Oh-oh-oh) it wasn't the nails

No one could take what you chose to give
You gave your life to save my soul
Freely you died so I could live
Jesus you wanted me to know

It wasn't the nails (holding you on that tree)

Oh, now I see
It was your love for me
Holding you on that tree
It wasn't the nails

'Cause with one word
You could've stopped the hurt
But it was your love, your grace, your mercy
Holding you there
It was always your love, your grace, your mercy
Nothing compares
It wasn't the nails
(Oh-oh-oh) it wasn't the nails, no! No!
It wasn't the nails