Friday, March 2, 2012

THE CARPENTER'S HOUSE

Author Unknown

He never built a house
On this earth to call home
A place where He could rest His head
A place to call His own
Yet with two strong hands
He built a lasting church
And today the world's most famous Carpenter
Is still at work

He's gone to prepare
A place for me now
Built by the blood
And sweat of His brow
Created by love
Standing on holy ground
Where we shall live forever
In the Carpenter's house

People came to know His name
The works His hands performed
Not as a simple Carpenter
But through lives He transformed
There are no stately mansions
No monuments or shrines
The stairway to Heaven
Is what He left behind

He's gone to prepare
A place for me now
Built by the blood
And sweat of His brow
Created by love
Standing on holy ground
Where we shall live forever
In the Carpenter's house

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