Hammer Holds

This song is told from the point of view of the piece of steel that became one of the nails used to crucify Jesus. What an interesting thought and compelling song!

When I first heard this song I could not figure out what perspective it was coming from, but once I read what it was about, it took on a much deeper meaning. Here are my reflections from that song:

Like the piece of steel, we are shapeless and in need of "Thee" Blacksmith to 

give us our ultimate form and final shape.

Like the piece of steel, we need others to pray, cry, and hurt with us and for us, 

until we have reached our journeys end. 

Like the piece of steel, we constantly search for the purpose and meaning in our lives.

Like the piece of steel, our sins are what held and even nailed Christ to that cross. 

Like the piece of steel, the task before us may seem unclear, 

but even that, our Maker holds.

Lyrics (by 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 they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?

And the question 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 they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again, but 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 than 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 they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds

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