Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter
And He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And He might have spun His life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But He put aside His tools
And He walked the burning highways
To build a house for folks like you and me

He found them as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a thousand evenings while the day behind Him emptied
He walked among the poor and He stopped to touch the dying
And He built His house for people just like these

It was on a shining Sunday when He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast before Him
Were the crimes they laid against Him
It was on a stormy Friday when He climbed the streets to Calvary
And where He died today, why, they're selling beads and postcards

Come again now, Jesus, be a carpenter among us
There are chapels in our discontent, cathedrals in our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our foundations
And the raging waters rising and the thunders all around us

Would You come and build a house on rock again?

Jesus was a carpenter
And He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And He might have spun His life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But He put aside His tools
And He walked the burning highways
To build a house for folks like you and me