Nails are like arrows only shorter
a head on one end, a point at the other
Like an arrow shot from a bow
nails sink deep, often from mindless prose

Sometimes they are like the points
we see added up as in some game
Whether meant or not, they disappoint
and eventually, they will maim

Hurts and wounds extremely grievous
seldom seen by natural eye
Sometimes said by actions so devious
deeply scar and demoralize

We forgive but it's not for them
it's for us, ourselves, and we benefit
But lacking still is the ability to forget
sometimes the grave - the only definite

As human, we are prone to be bereft
we seem to thrive on "do you know or see?"
But our Savior did; forgive and forget
our personal sins and hurts at Him cast in a deep sea

But He suffered all my hurts for me
shame, misery and all that's related
When He hung on Calvary's tree
making my burden easy and unweighted

Sins stains, traumatizing effects and dross
only His pure Blood can atone
As the Door, hung with nails on the cross
in His hands still to be seen - Nail Holes