What simplicity The strong hand of the carpenter Steady and smooth Precision in shaping the yoke Gentle, patient hands Healing hands Broad shoulders Swarthy features Sturdy and quiet Powerful in voice Words of Life dance aloft Skipping across the lake Penetrating the marrow Life to dry bones They step out of the tombs They dance behind him They run to meet him They dance, they worship, they serve Oh that I were so near Near the elbow of The One Master, Lord, King His charisma so delicious The rose-like aroma of Christ It proceeds him to the party To search out those crying for love Quietly he stands, they come They yearn, he gives They open, he touches Hearts and bodies healed The family grows Oh, that I would follow in those steps His gap-toothed smile shining through me His radiance beaming brightly His Life duplicated His words ringing out clearly The Son of God through me Stephen Pursell, 10/3/02 |  |
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