They Call Him a Carpenter

They Call Him A Carpenter Bent over from the swirl of air pulsating images in his head hands, feet & face A following of emotional escape Pierced hands & side A revolutionary they said What was going on inside the heads At the temple the anger was on fire Fought back the silence toward words of desire His mother saw the fierce hatred toward her son tears, fears & questions All of our sins were laid at his feet He could of called hundreds of thousands of angels by his side Yet still the carpenter went through with it all