Carpenter's Chair
He left His home in paradise
And stepped through the portal of time
He chose to come and pay the price
And die for another's crime
Leaving all He knew behind
His throne was empty and bare
Knowing the only thing He'd find
Was a lowly carpenter's chair
He who made the Heavens and Earth
Had no place to lay His head
He becomes a man through virgin birth
A King without a bed
From a manger to a rugged cross
To set the whole world free
Both Heaven and Earth felt the loss
That day on Calvary
To die for a stranger, a sinners death
Ten thousand angels at His command
Father forgive them still on His breath
A Journey, I'll never understand
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