My Carpenter Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

--MY CARPENTER--

I once knew a Carpenter
So meticulous and grand,
He loved each piece of precious wood
That He held within His hand.

He'd carve it and He'd sand it
Perfection would abound,
Into a perfect instrument
Fine music to resound.

Each tone was so exquisite
That it made the Angels sing..
So fine a tone, all is worthwhile
As blessings now would ring.

Each piece of wood He molded
Was shaped like you and I;
Each blessing an example
Of that blessing in the sky.

For My Carpenter will bless you
When His message you have heard
My Carpenter...is Jesus
And the Bible...is His Word.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

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