a cold, rough, worn nail,
experienced in life, wasted in strife.
a life spent driving; forever striving,
to hold together the works all around.
perpetual companion to a pound.
strain with persistence
rain and resistance.
A life goal and passion now lost,
for once comes up short in the cost.
the nail gives in, comes undone.
this last battle is one that will not be won.
No longer the strongest, no longer the Best,
now giving in, quitting to rest.
now it rests though it burns with desire
it wishes to build, but hasn’t the Fire.
Yet even in this darkest hour,
some outside strength brings inner Power.
the heat of the furnace, a greater Fire.
the Carpenter arrives, with him the Nail survives.
into the flame that soothes and heals
that power within the flame now reveals.
the pound of His hammer will never break it,
the strength of His hammer will forever remake it.
Now into the water to seal the change,
now out of the water to proclaim His love.
the Carpenter’s hand will always guide,
in His hand You can always confide.
now back to work to do His will.
A remade, renewed, loved Nail.