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.
10 responses to “Good Friday Poem – Hammer and Nail”
The images of the hammer and nail are so compelling, and the development of the poem is very well done.
Thank you. Glad you liked it.
Beautiful and powerful! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading! Have a blessed Good Friday and Easter.
I enjoyed reading this very much. I hope all is well!
Thanks Angela. Molly, the girls and I are doing well. Hope you all are doing well also.
Hey, Chris. I’m Alicia, the Writers Forum webmaster. Your poem moved me. I hope to meet you at upcoming Writers Forum events.
Thanks Alicia. I have not been to a meeting before, but will certainly make an effort to come to one soon.
It appears we have many mutual friends, proving once again that our town is ever so small. I’m always glad to have a new writer friend, especially a brother in Christ.
Amen. Good to see so many being part of the online conversation.