Just A Carpenter's Son

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Compares a carpenter who builds homes in this life to the carpenter's Son who builds homes in the next life for all those who believe in Him.

Submitted: November 06, 2013

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JUST A CARPENTER’S SON

 

“I’m nothing but a carpenter” he told my Uncle Tom

“I’m just the framer down the street” he said, his voice was calm

I have some friends that are ‘big shots’, they’re always in the light

Can’t yawn or breathe, roll up their sleeves, without being in sight…

Of newsmen, snapshots, interviewers, so well-known are they

That even the illiterate can oft be heard to say:

“Hey! I seen this young guy before, ain’t he been on the tube”

Or others say, “Yeah, I know him, just seen him in the news”

 

Our builder-friend was not well-known, had not received acclaim

For famous deeds, no P.H.D’s, he had no special fame

He just built homes; friends knew he was the best at his profession

The details? Paid attention to.  Poor work? Out of the question

His homes?... The most luxurious structures man had ever built

You’d stare in awe and drop your jaw if you saw all the skill

Assigned to each and every home. Impressive in and out.

But he, himself, a humble man with no degree, no clout

 

 

There was a humble carp’nter’s son who came from Nazareth

He also built impressive homes not long before His death

The homes He built were everlasting, any man could buy

And without money, without price, they only had to try

To live a life of virtue, love, and do unto another

What they would like done unto them, highly esteem their brother

 

This builder’s Son received no honor ‘til after He died

His homes are on the market still, He certainly has tried

To sell them, each and every one, but not with much success

Very few will take a loan out; that is what I guess

And make the monthly payments of good works and sacrifice

Most people’d rather rent a home that pay the market price

When you grow up, get married, ‘n then want to settle down

One point of special interest is your neighborhood, the town

That you would like to live in at the start, then down the road

It seems to me you’d want to get a clean, well-kept abode

So if you want to live in towns depressing, somewhat dirty

Just look for one the other framer built, live in his city

But if you’d like to dwell in one that’s heavenly and lush

Then buy some land in the first builder’s town, but better rush!

 

 

C. Aaron


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