Anvil of heaven

The Anvil of heaven

The mighty Smith stands in front of the fire

Pulling the bellows with arms that never tire

Hotter and hotter and hotter he commands the fires heat

For he needs the hottest of fires for the metal needs treat

Now into the fire he thrusts the dirty, broken parts

He watches them changes as the process starts

First they smoke thick and black

As the coating of filth starts to crack

Then they hiss, steam and roil

As the sewage inside starts to boil

Then slowly but surely the blackness in them fades

And each piece begins brightening by varying shades

Till the broken pieces are as bright as the sun

It is now that the Smithy perfect work has begun

With tongs of steel he removes each one

Onto his anvil for the work to be done

In rhythmic cadence the hammer strokes land

The metal softens and molds in his mighty hand

Soon the glowing pieces start to take shape

The Smithy’s hammer they cannot escape

Blow after blow the mighty arms swing

Always focused on just this one thing

Till at last the pieces are combined as one

His will never let up till this work was done

In his hands the masterpiece takes rest

Beautiful, new, and perfect it is blessed

Who is this craftsman that can work this great wonder

Making the new out of what has been torn asunder

The master is God

His pieces my heart

The filth my sins

The furnace his love

The hammer his will

The anvil his throne

Cracked, dirty, and broken by sin was my heart

He gathered up the pieces when my life fell apart

Cast into the furnace of love where fire never ceases

To burn all my sins out of all the little pieces

Cleansed of the sins the master could forge anew

The pieces of my heart into something brand new

Each blow by the hammer surged with pain

But the loving master could not refrain

His will will be done on earth and in my heart

Getting me ready for his new fresh start

My sins forgiven

The damage repaired

New life is given

Restoration declared