Good Friday Poem – Hammer and Nail


Hammer and Nail

 

Muscled hands, calloused and rough,

Work with care and a gentle touch.

Tree to timber with saw and stone;

Through patient skill a form has grown.

A stable manger of humble scale,

Put together by hammer and nail.

 

A babe is born inBethlehem;

A wooden manger a bed for him.

Babe becomes child, child becomes man;

The Carpenter’s skill flows through His hands.

Left His home on a long, hard trail.

Earning His keep by hammer and nail.

 

Love has led Him to a lonely hill;

The Cross His burden for doing God’s will.

The mockers taunt, the angry yell,

Those sinners He would save from hell.

A slaughtered Lamb to rend the veil.

Hung on the Cross by hammer and nail.

 

I strike a blow each time I fail;

Hand and foot, hammer and nail.

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10 comments on “Good Friday Poem – Hammer and Nail

  1. The images of the hammer and nail are so compelling, and the development of the poem is very well done.

  2. Beautiful and powerful! Thank you for sharing!

  3. I enjoyed reading this very much. I hope all is well!
    Angela

  4. Hey, Chris. I’m Alicia, the Writers Forum webmaster. Your poem moved me. I hope to meet you at upcoming Writers Forum events.

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