Harbor the Key
A hammer in the toolbox, you lay next to me
A nail, you take joy in pounding thought free
But without my purpose you lay sans a plea
Love holds the hands that harbor the key
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Impotent tool bent on a liar's, sanctimonious spree
Beat a church pew into silence of splintered debris
Strength of a small, steel nail mends a seat for three
Hope holds the hands that harbor the key
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Each purpose a part in measure the wood of a tree
Soft pine shelter beneath laden fragrant juniper pea
The forest honors promises evergreen as destined be
Faith holds the hands that harbor the key
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Time tarnished the nail bent the head to defeated degree
As the hammer plundered on blind in a refusal to see
Smashing the once jointed union of the maker's decree
Truth holds the hands that harbor the key
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