The sermon that evening was John 3: 16 How they crucified Christ for sinners like me. I wondered what kind of men could be so cold and Mean and I found the answer that night in my sleep. I dreamed I drove the nails I swung the hammer upon Calvary's hill. With his blood on my hands, my teardrops fell, Yes I dreamed I drove the nails. Over and over I thought of that dream And the message that God was sending to me. In that nightmare I shared the guilt and the shame But each nail that was driven bears all of our names. I dreamed I drove the nails I swung the hammer upon Calvary's hill. With his blood on my hands, my teardrops fell, Yes I dreamed I drove the nails. I dreamed I drove the nails.