Recently, I found this poem on my cousin’s Facebook notes. It spoke to my heart. So, I’m sharing it with you. The Anvil Of God’s Word by: John Clifford Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith’s door And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime; When looking in, I saw upon the floor, Old hammers worn with beating years of time. “How many anvils have you had,” said I, “To wear and batter these hammers so?” “Just one,” said he; then with a twinkling eye, “The anvil wears the hammers out, you know.” And so, I thought, the anvil of…