The Carpenter
The lord showed me david, called from the field,
From leading his sheep, a sword to wield,
To lift up a people whose burden was hard
And to walk in the way of god.
But i am a carpenter,
I am a workman in this town,
I am a man who lives here, but my time is coming around.
A vision i've seen,
A lesson i've learned,
A path is before me,
A season has turned,
And this have i known from the opening of my eyes;
A seed has to die to be life.
But i am a carpenter,
I am a workman in this town,
I am a man who lives here, but my time is coming around.
Father,
How long father?
My mother i'll leave,
My shop i shall board,
The strands of my soul weave tightly in a cord,
And father, i pray that not one shall be lost,
Yes, for them, in joy i'll pay the cost.
No longer a carpenter,
No longer a workman in this town,
No longer a man living here, and my home is not on this ground,
No longer a carpenter,
No longer a workman in this town,
No longer a man living here, and my home is not on this ground.
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