Sunday Poem: The Anvil – God’s Word

Beating an Iron Rod on an Anvil Having First Softened the Metal in the Roaring Furnace

Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith’s door,
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
The, 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


  1. I like it! Very cool description of God’s word.
    .-= Ben´s last blog ..Quiet Desperation =-.

  2. Great poem. I memorized this in speech class 60 years ago. It is especially appropriate today when the all-out attack on the Bible is much more vicious and determined as we near the end of this age.

  3. Andrew King says:

    Jendi, Thank you for publishing this poem. Did you know that the late D.James Kennedy of Fort Lauderdale, Florida preached a message on the painting God’s Anvil. You can hear the message by going to Thank you and God Bless you. Andrew

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