Sunday, April 26, 2009
The confession of the nail
There was the hammer, strong, tough, decisive, cruel to some sense.
There was the wood, waiting to be hammered,
and there was the nail, sandwhiched.
As the hammer hit the nail, it was accomplishment for the hammer, he said to himself, 'What's my next task?'
'Ouch' cried the wood, but the pain was unheard, he remembered what the forest told him.'what can we do? if they decide to cut us up? what can we do?' With that, he surrendered his fate to be part of a furniture.
Guess what's the nail is thinking?
I guess, being stuck in the middle is a kind of pain that's subtle.
Where is the love?
AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus;
11:04 PM
