Jesus was a carpenter. He gladly plied His trade, for Nazareth had need of him. Year after year, he worked at Joseph's side: He fashioned plows; set spokes to perfect rim; Made seats of pine; smoothed bowls of cedar wood. So tenderly he polished oxen yokes, Men bared their hearts to him: he understood; He helped each one. He loved the village folks. Yet none of these could dream he was the Son Of God. He was their brother, friend, who knew The hidden good in each, and, knowing, won To strength. But Christ himself knew this was true: He was the Father's Son in heart and mind, The Light, the Way of Life, for all mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON BEREAVEMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 39 by THOMAS CAMPION THE PROPHET by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK TO THE HARVEST MOON by EDNA LIND COLE TO MY FRIEND MR. LELY, ON HIS PICTURE OF THE .. LADY ISABELLA THYNN by CHARLES COTTON A SONG OF ARLA, DURING HER ENTHUSIASM by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL |