Did He think as He stood?
And took in hand a piece of wood
Of a cross fashioned from a tree
When He would be nailed on it for you and me
Jesus Christ the Carpenter
As He worked there hour by hour
In His father's joiner shop
Did He ever pause and stop
To think of His wooden cradle bed
In a lowly cattle shed
I am sure He did remember
As He carved and shaved the timber
As He held his hammer high
Did He think of how he would die?
Did He picture when He swung hammer low
The nails piercing His hands with each blow
Did He think when He sawed a tree?
Soon one will be cut just for me
As the tree He would smooth and trim
A rugged one would be for Him
Did He fashion a wooden cup
Was it like the one offered up?
To parched lips; but no liquid drank
As on wooden cross in death He sank
The Son of God this Carpenter
To save poor sinners He has the power
Risen; glorified; He wants to share
The homes in Heaven He has built there
Many things are fashioned with the wood
And oh to warn you this I should
If in life you do not ask this Carpenter to save
Too late when a wooden box encloses you in grave
