--------------	(At first I thought, "What's the picture of green toilet paper on there for?") The Nail in My Purse When I reach down in my purse Searching for money or a key I'm glad to find this nail instead, A reminder of what was done for me. A tiny symbol of His nail pierced hands And the blood He shed for me, I know it held Him to the cross And I know it was for me.
The Nail in My Purse   I'm convinced most people have an uncanny ability to call to mind a 2,000-year-old execution without actually having to get stabbed in the finger with a nail, but I know there are people who need external aids (they're called Baptists) and it's hard to fit a Flannelgraph in a purse. A relative of mine has been very ill, so some compassionate religous person presented her with a ten-penny nail. It's the obvious response when confronted with the idea of mortality (just ask Roy Batty from Blade Runner). Because who doesn't understand how a nail stored in a dangerously inapproprate place could be helpful in time of need? Spiritually, I mean. For example, when I'm looking for money or a key, I know it's really better if instead I jab the shit out of my finger. It's a perfect occasion for deep religious reflection, followed by a trip to the emergency room to update my tetanus booster. Or would be, if I could just find my keys, let's see [digs around in pockets] OW GOD DAMN IT DEEP RELIGIOUS REFLECTION THANK YOU JESUS OW OW!