Verse 1
One soldier carried three nails and a hammer liked he'd done so often before.
He stared at the man with the cross that he marched behind.
He looked at the faces of the crowd as they gathered. He heard their taunts and their jeers.
But he'd heard the rumor that this man committed no crime.
Verse 2
At the top of the hillside, just the murmur of weeping as they laid that man on that cross.
They bound him as the soldier drew near with the hammer and nails.
As he drew back the hammer, he chanced to glance over into eyes that were matted with tears,
And he hated the ring of the hammer each time it fell.
Chorus
And the sound of the hammer, reached Heaven's throne,
The angels were waiting to carry him home.
With only a word they'd be ten thousand strong.
The world counted three nails, but they counted wrong.
For the nail that nobody saw, was the nail that went through His heart.
That was the nail that held Him to the cross.
Bridge
The angels were waiting. They were anticipating.
In a moment, they'd be at His side.
But they waited...and they listened...
But he bowed His head and He died...