The Carpenter

The One who for us had died.

Word made Flesh
And dwelt among us.
Raised as a Carpenter,
But filled with knowledge and wisdom

A Love so great,
That overcame all hatred.
For man's sake,
He was tortured
Nevertheless He embraced the Cross
And forgave the soldier who lay the tools,
For the One who for us was crucified

They laugh, they spit, they mocked
But failed to see their burdens
On His blood-shot shoulders.
They called Him the "King of the Jews"
But didn't notice the veil being tore
And the path made
When He shouted, "It is done!"