Driving Nails (featuring Dale Ann Bradley)

Driving Nails
By Bruce Carrol/Mickey Hiter/Kevin Thomas

Since that blessed night in the manger
She watched her baby grow
Seemed like yesterday he was in her arms
Where did the time go

He learned his father’s trade
She marveled at it all
Sweat dropped from her little carpenter
As he made the timbers fall

She could hear the driving nails on the hillside
And she prayed that his spirit would not fail
She watches as the young man undertakes his father’s will
And 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
Those hammers up at the temple she called him as she ran
Surprised to find him teaching like no ordinary man

She could hear the driving nails on the hillside
And she prayed that his spirit would not fail
She watches as the young man undertakes his father’s will
And she stands and listens to the driving nails

Darkness covered all the earth in the middle of the day
She began to tremble as the earth began to quake
Hammers and nails and timber of the carpenter’s trade
Made a sounds that pierced her soul as the cross was being raised

She could hear the driving nails on the hillside
And she prayed that his spirit would not fail
She watches as the young man undertakes his father’s will
And she stands and listens to the driving nails
And she stands and listens to the driving nails
And she cries and listens to the driving nails