A friend mentioned you, said you were kind,
I didn't think much of it at that time,
I had places to go and people to see; I thought that's how everything was supposed to be,
But something hurt inside, I had no rest,
And in my mind I can hear you say...
I hear you say...

Three nails, three days, one way to God,
Three nails, three days, one way to God.

Those words keep echo-echoing in my mind,
Every decision I make, I see you crucified,
Such a hard death for you to die, such a hard death for me to buy,
And yet I know, I know, I know that it had to be,
The only way for you and for me,
For you and me was...

Three nails, three days, one way to God,
Three nails, three days, one way to God.

Three nails, three days, one way to God,
Three nails, three days, one way to God.

Through the hands, on the cross, out of the grave, and into my heart.

Out of the grave, and into my heart.