By Kenton Adams, age 15; posted Feb 9, 2017
Read Kenton’s story here.
Once on a time the smith did say,
“Let’s make for us some forks for hay.
And when we’re o’er, we’ll have the pleasure
Of massive stacks, which are a treasure.”
But when the smith began that day,
The haughty steel began to say,
“Why do I have to be a tine?
That’s just not what I had in mind.
If only I was made a steeple,
Watched and praised by all the people,
Just think of glory, praise, and all,
Instead of dangling on the wall.”
Oh Lord how oft I try I try in vain,
To gain for now the world’s own fame,
But help me Lord to see from Thee,
How oft this steel resembles me.