Last night I passed beside the blacksmith's door
And heard the anvil ring the evening chime;
And looking in, I saw upon the floor,
Old hammers bruised by beating years of time.
"How many anvils have you had?" said I,
"To bruise and batter all these hammers so?"
"Just one," he said, and then with twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know?"
And so, I thought, the anvil of God's Word,
For ages skeptics' blows have beat upon,
And though the noise of clanging blows is heard,
The Anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone."
- Author unknown
(found in an old book entitled "Dew From Heaven")
