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 hung Him upon a cross of wood
although He came from God and He was good.

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.

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !

Matt  12 : 55-58

55] Is not this the carpenter's son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas?
[56] And his sisters, are they not all with us? Whence then hath this man all these things?
[57] And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.
[58] And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief.56