He works with His tools, His hammer and His nails;
Keep trusting in Him coz He never fails...
I was walking along a long dusty path
And I passed by a workshop one day,
In it was a tall, dark and handsome young man
With black hair and a few strands of grey.
He was working so hard on something, I saw
He had no wood under the nail;
So focussed to finish what He'd taken up,
Though He looked very tired and frail.
I had to stop by and check out His work
So I walked in and asked Him what it might be.
Strangely He looked up as soon as I'd asked
And gently He smiled at me.
His nail, I saw, was in a crimson pool
Yet He hammered away without a frown;
After what seemed like ages He was done with His job
"'It's finished'", He said and sat down.
I took His hands in mine while tears flushed my eyes
For I couldn't believe what He'd done for me;
He'd carved my name on His soft tender palms
And He'd done all of it for free.
"I'm a carpenter boy.", He said with so much love
"And my masterpiece is you,
For the world you may be just another work of art
But for me you're just too good to be true."
He crafted His own cross and died for me;
He carved,on His palm, my name;
The world keeps changing and so do I
But my love- He remains just the same...
