Back to the days of His childhood.
Back to the faces who smiled on His youth.
Back to the land where He grew to a man,
While following in carpenters shoes.
Back to the tutoring Joseph.
Back to the hammer and saw.
Working the plans with the skill of His hands,
He learned to master it all.
That's why they called Him the carpenter's son:
The seed of a simple one.
But He knew the Sire from whence He had come.
Framer of worlds,
Jesus – the Carpenter's Son.
Now the time came to lay down His woodwork.
Take up His mission of finishing souls.
But knowing His word must by all men be heard,
He turned back to labor at home.
He stood up to preach in their church house.
And told them of His heavenly call.
But flat our rejected. How could they accept it,
He was just a carpenter after all.
Run out of town, this carpenter's son:
Boy of the local one.
But He knew the Sire from whence He had come.
Framer of worlds,
Jesus – the Carpenter...
A carpenter's livelihood is his wood,
Shaped and prepared for his neighbor's good.
And this Carpenter planned to die by the wood
For His neighbor's good.
Carved from a tree of His own creating.
Grown in a world He had graced for saving.
Jesus-the Carpenter's Son...
I'm hoping He'll have me, that Carpenter's Son.
Till I'm seed of the Holy One
To share in His name and be heir of the crown He has
Won
Framer of worlds...
Make me a child of the Carpenter's Son.
A son of the Carpenter's Son
Make me a son of the Carpenter's Son
I want to become like the Carpenter's Son
Lord, let me be like the Carpenter's Son
I want to become like the Carpenter's Son
Lord, make me one with that Carpenter's Son