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
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