A Carpenter
A carpenter
I was once a simple carpenter
I used a nail and a hammer
As a young lad I would not be famous
Who ever heard of a carpenter but us
Using my hands building many homes
My mission to provide for my little clones
Renown? Or a carpenter-father? I still choose the latter
With a world of wonder, how would my life matter
No worry or shame, I did not hammer for fame
Keeping my young, happy and fed, was my only aim
Simple as it seems, my life turned out to be full of joy
Working night and day, all for two girls and a boy
Asking why my life turned out so grand and full of love
I found a Carpenter, and The Father, looking down from above
Then one sad day after much was built
Tumbling down came my joy that did wilt
My little girl with all her wonder had a fall
To the earth she did fall, injuring us all
Her spirit leaving behind her earthy house
The Master Carpenter’s glory she did espouse
The life that once lived in a house made by man
Returned to the divine one where her life began
No longer needing her earthen clay vessel
We were left with fear and doubt to wrestle
Wanting to say good bye I visited her one last time
I could not find her in the body, she left in its prime
With tears, I asked where was her life that I did love
Looking up…
I saw her with a Carpenter and The father looking down from above
Written by Robert Allen Mitchell Sr.
For Kristin Mitchell