A Carpenter’s Son

A Carpenter’s son, not owning much,
His toys were hammers, nails, wood and such.

There on the floor day after day, 
In shadows of the cross he played.

The sound of hammer hitting nails, 
Echoing stories that future tells.

When days of playing with toys are done, 
And time has come to reveal God’s Son.

Sent down from Father- the Great I Am, 
To be the sacrificial Lamb.

Though world around him thought it odd, 
A carpenter’s son- the Lamb of God?

Meeting nails and wood again, 
And hammers in the hands of men.

He chose to die on rugged tree, 
To save a lost humanity.

In humility He freely gave, 
And placed within a borrowed grave.

Victoriously He rose again, 
 Paying the ransom for our sin.

The child who played on dusty floor, 
Became for us the open door.

To enter into the Father’s grace, 
And behold God’s glory in Jesus’ face.


“For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, has shined in our hearts. To bring the light of the glory of the knowledge of God in the face of Jesus Christ.” 2 Corinthians 4:6