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I, myself, am a carpenter.
My Lord was a carpenter too.
The story of him closing the door to his shed,
punctured my heart, through and through.
For I, myself, am a craftsman,
proud of my woodworking trade.
The thought of my savior’s profession,
inspired the choice I had made.
I wonder, how much could I offer?
My guess, not as much as I could.
Would I be worthy of serving?
Could I, and would I, do good?
Know, at my heart, God is tugging.
Yanking is prob’ly more like it.
The road Jesus traveled’s a long one.
I do not believe I could hike it.
Still, I can follow the low road,
keeping the high road in sight.
The path is well lit if I’ll follow,
in Jesus Christ glorious light.
So, soon, I must part from my woodshed,
as Jesus, I know, did for me.
To carry his Gospel message,
as far as my spirit can see.