The Anvil and God’s Word
Last night I passed beside the 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?” says I,
“To wear and batter all those hammers so?”
“Just one”, said he, and with twinkling eye,
“The anvils wears them out, you know.”
And so, thought I, about 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.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son. That whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”
“…faith comes by hearing, and hearing through the word of God.”