05/12/2026
One Board, One Nail
Four years ago the wind blew through,
It bent and broke and rattled too.
The trees came down, the roof took flight,
And nothing looked or felt quite right.
The storm moved on, the skies turned blue,
But then came all the work to do.
A board to cut. A nail to pound.
A hundred problems all around.
Folks would ask, “You done quite yet?”
I’d laugh and wipe away the sweat.
“One board, one nail,” is what I’d say,
“We’ll get there somehow… someday.”
Some days felt long. Some days felt slow.
Some days it seemed no thing would go.
A crooked line. A measurement wrong.
A project taking twice as long.
And truth be told, there were times too,
I thought that I’d be farther through.
I’d stand there tired, worn, and pale,
Just staring at one board… one nail.
But through it all, God stayed the same.
Faithful yesterday, today.
In little things His hand would show,
In ways I never planned to know.
A wrong cut somehow working right.
Enough strength given for the night.
The things I thought had gone all wrong
Were building me up all along.
Because while I was building there,
With sawdust floating through the air,
God, in ways I could not see,
Was slowly rebuilding me.
One board of patience. One nail of grace.
One little step I had to face.
One prayer whispered when hope felt frail.
One more board. One more nail.
The work’s not done. Not yet, I know.
There’s still a ways for me to grow.
But looking back, one thing is clear:
God has faithfully stayed near.
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