26 As the soldiers led him away, they seized Simon from Cyrene, who was on his way in from the country, and put the cross on him and made him carry it behind Jesus. 27 A large number of people followed him, including women who mourned and wailed for him. 28 Jesus turned and said to them, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children. 29 For the time will come when you will say, ‘Blessed are the childless women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!’ 30 Then “ ‘they will say to the mountains, “Fall on us!” and to the hills, “Cover us!” ’31 For if people do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?” (Luke 23)
I picked up my guitar this morning. Bruce Carroll’s song, “Driving Nails” was before me. I tried to sing the song. But sorrow came to the top. I tried again. But a tear issued forth.
I left the song unsung for a while. But I tried again later.
The sorrow of Mary’s plight struck me with intense reality. May God grant me strength to sing that song with hope.
See the Majesty of Christ! Perceive His Holy strength! At the very prospect of ravaging nails, he turns to encourage. He turns to instruct. The Mercy of God walks that dusty path to obedient death.
The “Cat of Nine Tails” has torn his flesh. Fists of his Father’s enemies have pummeled his faithful face. Spit from vile mouths mingles with his own blood. Though he walks to certain death at the hands of a godless horde, he continues in the Holy will of His Righteous Father.
Perceive His Majesty! Consider His Holy Faithfulness. What man can be like the Master? Yet isn’t His strength offered to all? Because of Him, there is Stephen. Because of Him, overcoming is born. Because of Him, Hope Endures!
Since that blessed night in a manger, she watched her baby grow, It seems Like yesterday He was in her arms, where did the time go?, He learned His Fathers trade, as she marveled at It all, The sweat dropped from her Little Carpenter as He made the timbers fall,
(Chorus) She can hear the driving nails upon the Hillside, and she prays that His spirit will not fail, she watches as a young man undertakes His Fathers Will, as she stands and listens to the driving nails
In the streets of Jerusalem a child can disappear , She was frantic as She looked for Him, Until She began to hear, the hammers up at the temple, she called Him as she ran, surprised she found Him teaching like no ordinary man
Darkness covered all the land in the middle of the day, she began to tremble as the earth began to quake, Hammers, Nails & Timbers of The Carpenters Trade, made the sound that pierced her soul as the Cross was being raised (Chorus) And She cries and Listens To the Driving Nails