I held the Hammer
by donna edgar
The wind speaks His name and whispers of Calvary.
Time echo's the sound of iron, piericing tree.
Drops of blood hit the ground as the cross was put in place.
Down through the years, love mixed with tears hung God's Amazing Grace.
That was so very long ago, but I see it all anew.
When it comes down to decisions,what am I going to do?
I am standing in the isle now, one hand hanging on the pew,
As you are speaking to my heart, I let go and come to you.
I wasn't there, but I can hear Him calling my name.
I wasn't there, but I held the hammer just the same.
That kind of love can't be bought, it isn't for sale,
I held the hammer, you're holding the nail.
Thank you in advance for your critques and advance. Love Donna