He was just a carpenter by trade
He learned from his father at a very early age.
There was something special in the man,
There was much more to his life than just working with his hands and He'd say
There's no home I could design that would match the one you'd find
When you leave this world behind, if you only took the time.
Love your neighbor like your brother treat your brother like a friend
Always turn the other cheek help the weary and the weak
Make the time for young and old and as your life unfolds
Each kindness that you've shown
Will be the nails and hammers as you build your final ladder
In the manner of the carpenter of old
You could feel compassion in his eyes