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  1. 7 sie 2011 · Three rusty nails - Roger McGough. Mother, there's a strange man. Waiting at the door. With a familiar sort of face. You feel you've seen before. Says his name is Jesus. Can we spare a couple of bob. Says he's been made redundant. And now can't find a job.

  2. 25 paź 2010 · With three rusty nails, they nailed Jesus to a tree; And His blood washed my sins away. Three Rusted Nails Verse 1 Two thousand years ago you sent your son You wanted us to understand That who so ever would believe in him Would be safe in his hands (Chours) With three rusty nails and an old dogwood tree The sacrifice was made for you and me

  3. Three rusty nails, forged in flame, Pierced the hands that knew no shame, Rough iron cold, but love was warm, As heaven wept through the storm. Each clang of hammer, sharp and true, Sealed a fate He already knew, Not by force, but willing still, Three nails to bind the Father's will. The first was driven through His palm,

  4. Chorus . C G. With three rusty nails and an old, Dogwood tree. C G. The sacrifice was made, for you and me. C Em D C. We were afraid to say, that, he was the one~ Am D G. What have we done, to your son.

  5. With three rusty nails, they nailed Jesus to a tree; And His blood washed my sins away.

  6. 17 lis 2008 · Would be safe in his hands. (Chorus) With three rusty nails and an old dogwood tree. The sacrifice was made for you and me. We were afraid to say that he was the one. What have we done to your son. Oh how it hurts when someone laughs at you. Their words can cut you like a knife.

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