Saturday, May 30, 2009
Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith's door,
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
Then, looking in, I saw upon the floor
Old hammers, worn with beating years of time.
"How many anvils have you had," said I,
"To wear and batter all these hammers so?"
"Just one," said he, and then with twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."
And so, thought I, the anvil of God's Word,
For ages skeptic blows have beat upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed--the hammers gone.
Author Unknown
5 comments:
What a wonderful analogy ... so true!
Beautiful metaphor. Thank you for pointing out the enduring strength of His Word.
LOVE this! I read this a very long time ago - a treat to read it again. Thanks.
~Jean
We should all put this into practice!
Great poems with great messages. Thanks!
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