Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

The Carpenter's Son

Once a carpenter could sing 
Lullaby rings 
Putting nails into the wood 
Passing time the best he could 
Building a strong base 
To live in grace 
Having this space 
He designed not in haste 
Bringing peace to his case 
There was a lovely wife 
In his life 
Giving birth to a son 
Miraculously done 
A gift from God 
It was her job 
To raise him through being a youth 
Under the carpenter’s roof 
Speaking only the truth 
Years past and the youngster grew 
Talked to many and a few 
Teaching lessons 
About sacrifice and confession 
Charisma the carpenter’s offspring had 
Never did anything bad 
But it was those jealous and in power 
Living in their hypocritical tower 
Attitude really sour 
One wanted children’s head 
Wanting the carpenter’s child to be dead 
Not until a magical dinner 
Was the mission assigned, “do away with the sinners” 
Deciding to accept not self-destruct
Two boards were attached simply construct 
Hanging on the cross 
Forgiveness reigned humankind was the boss 
Once a carpenter could sing 
He knew something 
His son was anointed a self-proclaimed King 
Guardian angels serving on his wings 
Showing freedom from the devilish controlling thing

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