The Hammer Holds

May you have a blessed Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday.

Even though we live on the Spanish coast, this year we don’t plan to watch the sunrise on the beach… perhaps because we have approximately one morning person on our team (and it’s not me). We still plan to celebrate Christ’s resurrection for most of the day through worship, fellowship, and food. What are your plans?

This week, I have been buried in research and I’m not taking time to write anything original. Still, I wanted to share the song “The Hammer Holds” from Bebo Norman, a deep, poetic work that tells the story of a piece of steel as it is shaped. You can listen to the song here.

"The Hammer Holds" 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

from Ten Thousand Days 1999, Watershed Records.

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