Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

In these lines the speaker offers himself to God as raw material to be forged into an instrument of change. The anvil, hammering, and crowbar imagery turns spiritual aspiration into industrial labor: transformation is not gentle but violent, purposeful, and practical. The “old walls” and “old foundations” suggest entrenched structures—habits, institutions, injustices, or inherited beliefs—that resist reform. The prayer asks not for comfort but for strength and utility: to be remade into a tool capable of prying loose what is fixed. It reflects a modern, activist spirituality in which faith is measured by the capacity to unsettle and rebuild rather than to preserve the status quo.