The Carpenter
He was searching for me, lost like a sheep,
While I wandered off cliffs too steep.
His hand drew near despite the fear,
Breaking the chains I thought would never clear.
The dark mud covered me, yet He carried me;
Upon His shoulders, mercy bore
The weight I could not carry anymore.
The Maker so loved this fractured earth,
He gave His only Son as birthright gift;
Whoever leans on His name will not fade into night,
But walk in everlasting dawn.
Confess with lips what burns within: Jesus is Lord.
Believe with heart the risen Christ,
And life unending breaks the door.
Our past is like shattered glass.
We should be discarded,
Yet He found me before my last breath.
In the mire we play,
His hand is open for us to stay.
With my confession, He made me new.
Tanks and bombs war within,
Yet the peace He gave will never cease.
My heart is like a tar pit,
Black and thick, unable to be trusted.
Mercy poured on me,
Yet I withheld it from another.
Yet the Carpenter tore my ledger,
Burned the record of every debt.
The hammer rang, the nails declared:
It is finished. Forgiven. Set free.
Now goodness and mercy trail my steps,
Not shadows, not chains, not war within.
The house of the Lord is my dwelling,
And His peace will never end.