The Carpenter's Son
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In dusty streets of Nazareth he stood
With splintered hands and gentle good
A humble son with patient eyes
Shaping wood beneath wide skies
Each fragile beam beneath his care
Learned silent strength from love and prayer
No crown of gold, no grand acclaim
Yet hearts would never be the same
He walked from Nazareth to Jerusalem
Carrying truth in word and flame
A carpenter with heaven's art
Building hope in every heart
Through mercy's touch and sacrifice
Love was the wood, the nails, the price
He healed the broken, raised the weak
Let compassion be the voice he'd speak
By quiet shores and crowded land
Peace was formed by his steady hand
Yet shadows gathered, fear grew strong
The innocent condemned as wrong
From Nazareth to Jerusalem
He bore the cross of human blame
A carpenter on rugged tree
Forging grace for you and me
Bridge (soft, reflective)
Wood once shaped by careful art
Now held the weight of a wounded heart
But death could not the dawn deny
Nor silence love that would not die
From silent tomb to rising light
Hope awakened after night
The carpenter's hands still build within
A kingdom born of love, not sin
Not just in temples made of stone
But in every heart that calls him home