A NAIL
Today ... I
found a nail thrown,
Dirty, full of rust and badly stained,
It reminds me of my soul full of sins.
It's just a piece of iron,
But by the way it seems used,
Who knows ...
What will they have nailed?
Today ... I found a nail thrown,
It is not dirt what I distinguish,
But the blood who was martyred.
A hard iron which served to cross,
The purest of all the Saints;
from the timber it was removed,
Boldly where Jesus was crucified.
Today ... I found a nail thrown,
And now it belongs to me,
And it is with me everywhere,
Is that with it I have forged
The Cross of Christ I have hung myself.
From now and forever I'll remember that with
my sins,
I am the hand that used it on Calvary.
Author:
Gourville Martin Carlos Drot of February 15, 2012
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