CARPENTER OF WOOD

1. Upon the floor of a humble carpenter shop
A boy grew among the wood chips and tools,
Learning his father's trade to build out of wood,
Working each day by the rule.

CHORUS: Is not a carpenter made of wood?
Is not a sailor made of water?
Is the best you've done always the best you could?
Is not a Son made of His Father?

2. Along the shore this boy ran till he walked away
And he talked to the sailors by the sea.
This man calmed the water with a wave of His hand
And He walked to the sailors upon the sea. CHORUS

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3. This man suffered pain and ridicule for using His powers
But He continued no matter the cost
Forsaken by the people he begged forgiveness for
And He cried to His Father from the cross:

CHORUS X2 (last time last 2 lines…)
Is the best I've done always the best I could?
Will you forgive me, please, my Father?