Nail it to the Cross

When Sam was talking and the crosses were standing and we were all crying.
I broke.
Before he told us to go up and nail those deadly index cards to the cross I was only tearing up, broken but not crying.
Then I was sobbing, tears blurring my vision.
I remember going up and taking the card, the pen, and the nail.
But before writing Sam told us to wait.
Sitting down I was sobbing, I felt Conner's hand on my shoulder, comforting me.
They are all amazing friends.
Then Chelsey's hand was also there.
You saw it in their eyes that they truly cared, everyone cared.
I get why the call it Hardcore Jesus camp, because you can feel him all around you.
And when it was my turn to nail my card to the cross I pounded it so hard, like you never would believe.
I didn't even know I had that much strength.

My index card said one word, two syllables.
"Cutting"
The next day Sam told us "Leave them on the cross."

Now what do I do, fighting not to give in.
I will not give in, not now, not ever.

I am not strong enough,
But God is.

Hardcore Jesus camp
Yeah, it changed my life.