Legacy Five In The Hands Of A Carpenter
Kneeling in a stable, he never left her side
Though the boy was not his baby, she was still his bride
Proving himself worthy like true love always does
The night God put His Son and His trust In the hands of a carpenter.
In the hands of a carpenter
When that boy became a young man, He picked up his father's trade
Working right beside him and learning more each day
About the miracle that happens inside the workshop walls
When you put the timber,
hammer and the saw in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
Weathered and worn, calloused and sore but oh the power that they held
When you put a piece of wood and nails in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
He left the family business at thirty years of age
And quickly gained the reputation of a righteous renegade
The religious called Him sinner and the sinner called Him friend
And the blind man found his sight again in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
Weathered and worn,
calloused and sore but oh the healing that they held
When the very touch of God was felt in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
With a crossbeam on His shoulders, ant the thorns deep in His brow
They led Him to a hillside out on the edge of town
But He only had forgiveness, not one ounce of spite
When the ones He came to save drove
the spikes in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
Bloodied and bruised,
broken right in two but oh the grace and mercy that they held
The splintered wood and rusty nails in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter
Salvation flowed and love prevailed the day the fate
of this whole world fell in the hands of a carpenter
In the hands of a carpenter.
In the hands of a carpenter