The Anvil Of God's Word
Does the Bible Change?
Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith's door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
When 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 these hammers so?"
"Just one," said he; then with a twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."
And so, I thought, the anvil of God's Word,
For ages, skeptics blows have beat upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone.
29 Comment(s)
It never changes
I love this poem and this painting. I first heard the poem recited by a missionary in a sermon years ago. I have tried to memorize it. Is it possible to buy a print of this picture?
God bless you for sharing this!!!
Brenda
I was looking for an image for my church bulletin to go with the anvil & bible poem. Do you mind if I use it there? We do not sell the gospel in any way--we have freely received and so we freely give.
Thanks,
Tol Burk
Memorial Blvd. church of Christ
Springfield, TN
I am trying to find a poem called God is Nowhere. My mum used to recite it 50 years ago/ Don’t know the author. The Old Violin was another favourite of hers.
The local blacksmith had curative powers. He would put sick people upon the anvil and ring it with his hammer, driving the evil out of the patient.
Memorized this as a kid. Still one of my favs! :o)
Great encouragement when men ridicule the word of God
Thank you!
I heard these words in a song, it blessed my soul. It's very deep.
Wow! this website is so inspiring and so uplifting. What Gems of God Wisdom, Love, and Hope! Truley comforted my soul today. The screen savors are Beautiful. Thank you so very much. In the Lord. Cheryl Brown
It's so wonderfull and to read this poems , It gives me courage and I am full encouragement in this detention in the presence of God,
God Beless, Mabel,
Poems like this are a real bessing to my soul.l enjoy these poems so much, I never get tired of reading them.
This poem was in a book we had at home when I was a girl. It impressed me and may have been one of the reasons I came to trust Christ, believing that God's Word was the most reliable source of truth.
I love the poem. It was very encouraging. Thanks for putting it up.
I REMEMBER THIS FROM CHILDHOOD THE BIBLE STILL STANDS
My mum passed away a week ago, as we are planning her funeral I really wanted to read a beautiful poem. I found a few beautiful poems.
But I found the footprints poem on your Web site. Thank you xxx
Love the poem. It is very inspiring to my soul.
Thanks for writing it.
praise God
Its telling me about all the critics that are hammering against you ,But you are the Anvil of the Lord and you are still here but they come and go .
Especially don't quit, I love it so dearly, is encouraging and inspiring. God bless the hand.
because nothing is permanent i think the poem says that god will die because if the hammer wears out so will the anvil
No, it means that skeptics will not prevail in doubting the word of God.
does this mean that we should beat god's word with hammers?
this poem is ok. there is not enough flowery language i think.
Let us Believe!!
Yes, thank you... The poem, beginning with "Water is Life", was written by me and placed on this site in homage to "The Anvil of God's Word". And though I say that the poem was 'wrtten by me', I believe that I am more of a discoverer... Having been blessed to witness God's Glory and put such things down on paper......
@Joe Fraccalvieri - Nice poem! Did you write it yourself?
'Water is Life', some would say... Some would say, 'The Sun'
Some would claim that Life's a game-- Unlived unless it's won
Some pretend it's only a name, given to measure its run
A common phrase to mark our days--
The ways our lives are spun
Good and Bad-- Love and Hate-- Nothing more than fate--
A date-- A rate-- A cosmic stat-- Reduced to a simple pun
And there are those who will swear that Life is the air
we breathe with each breath that we take-- One by one
From birth until death-- One by one, asleep or awake--
One by one-- Time, they can't shake-- Nor can they shun
What's done is done-- Each precious moment at stake
There are those who feel that Life isn't real--
Are they only here for the fun?
And then there are those who chose to believe
that strife is Life-- They move in darkness--
They hide from sight-- They pour their blight
Their disease is spread upon everyone
They are quick to judge-- Quicker to fight
And for these, I dread, Life hasn't begun
Some contend that Life is might--
They live by the sword and the gun
But in the end it's all the same--
They sit and they wait, until it's too late,
and then it's over and done!
And some believe that Life is bright--
The Light of the World--
Jesus, 'the Christ'--
The Living Word--
God's Son
That only through him, is there truly Life
Without him There is none
Great poem about the ever lasting durability of the Bible. But just our or curiosity, how do you know the author is John Clifford? Practiclly all other sites just say "anonymous."