He was a Carpenter

He was a Carpenter. He worked with wood.
His work was flawless. His work was good.
"Come to Me," He said, "and I'll give you rest
for my yoke is easy and My way is best."

He spoke of heaven and He spoke of hell.
Great words of wisdom He spoke so well.
He reached out to all and cured the blind.
Opening their eyes and freeing their mind.

"What manner of man is this," the people cried.
"He's the Son of God," the prophets replied.
But they took the Carpenter to Calvary
and went and nailed Him to a rugged tree.

For this Carpenter, this Man divine,
this Friend of sinners, this Friend of mine,
placed so much value upon my soul
that He laid down his life to make me whole.

“Isn’t this the carpenter’s son? Isn’t his mother’s name Mary, and aren’t his brothers James, Joseph, Simon and Judas? Aren’t all his sisters with us? Where then did this man get all these things?”Matthew 13:55-56