Okay so there’s nothing new going on:-( I have such a boaring life.
Maybe if I ever do anything fun I will start to post more.
In the mean time, here’s a song…
When I think about this song, it brings back many memories of times I shared with one of my friends Brandon Lay (the guy who gave me the music to this song, and taught me to play it on the guitar).
And lots of emotions can be stirred because of the beautiful music or the wonderful voice of the person singing. But what was the writer of this song really trying to portray when talking about a blacksmith working on his creation, written from the point of view of a piece of metal that is being shaped? It is an analogy, and the writer was trying to say that though our lives may be painful and even seem intolerable at times, there is great hope for Christians, in the promise that God is shaping us into something that is more than we could ever ask or imagine. I hope this will minister to you.
The Hammer Holds
Bebo Norman
A shapeless piece of steel; that’s all I claim to be.
This hammer pounds to give me form; this flame, it melts my dreams.
I glow with fire and fury as I’m twisted like a vine, my final shape my final form I’m sure I’m bound to find.
So dream a little dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain, and cry a little cry for me so I can bear the flames. And hurt a little hurt for me; my future is untold. But my dreams are not the issue here, for Thee the hammer holds.
And the water it cools me gray, and the hurt subdued some how. I have my shape, this sharpened point; what is my purpose now?
And the question, it still remains: what am I to be? Perhaps some perfect piece of art, displayed for all to see.
So dream a little dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain, And cry a little cry for me so I can bear the flames. And hurt a little hurt for me; my future is untold. But my dreams are not the issue here, for Thee the hammer holds.
Well the hammer pounds again, but the flames I do not feel. This force that drives me helplessly through flesh and wood reveals,
a burn that burns much deeper; it’s more that I can stand. The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man.
So dream a little dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain, And cry a little cry for me so I can bear the pain. And hurt a little hurt for me; my future is so bold. But my dreams are not the issue here, for Thee the hammer holds.
This task before me may seem unclear, but it my Maker holds.