The wages of sin is nothing but death,
And from Adam's fall this became our fate.
God's son was given in man's stead,
As a ransom to redeem us from hell's gate.

Love for my kind led Christ to Calvary,
Our sins nailed Him to the old rugged cross;
Who was entombed in that sanctuary,
Where His resurrection became death's loss.

Yet amongst men are some in dubiety,
Living in constant doubt like Thomas of old;
Who believed in Christ the risen Deity,
After touching His nail pierced hand as told.

But blessed is that man who will believe
Without beholding those nail pierced wounds;
The same for eternity shall surely live
On that fateful day when the trumpet sounds.

To escape eternal death and damnation,
Those nail pierced hands till date still beckon;
"My Father wished none condemnation,
But that you believe and be saved this second."