The Hammer Holds
- Bebo Norman

A shapeless piece of steel, that’s all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I’m twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form, I’m sure I’m bound to find

So dream a little dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little hurt for me, my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

The water, it cools me gray, and the hurt subdued somehow
I have my shape this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question, it still remains, what I am to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see

A hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me helplessly through flesh and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it’s more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man

So dream a little dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear, but it, my Maker holds

Ducks in a row

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time but it never got off the ground because I just figured that I never had anything worth while saying. Guess I was a little intimidated by all the other awesome blogs that I try and keep up with. I've come to the conclusion that maybe one day I just might so why not get something set up now. Kind of like planning for the future, getting all my ducks in a row for "that day"!