The Anvil of God’s Word: a Poem

Last eve I paused 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,” I thought, “The anvil of God’s Word,

For ages sceptic blows have beat upon,

Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,

The anvil is unchanged, the hammers gone.”

                                                              John Clifford

Taken from “Your Bible and You” by Arthur S. Maxwell,

The Signs Publishing Co., Warburton, Victoria, Australia

Copyright 1959, Review and Herald Publishing Association