A carpenter’s Son! No, no, not that One.
Though of Joseph’s wife He was born.
Though a chisel He knew,
And when He used it chips flew,
He was to more than lumber adorn.
Nazareth, you say! The answer is nay!
Though He lived there as a mere boy,
Though His sandals and feet,
Left their prints in its street.
Bethlehem was the city of first joy.
Joses’ Brother! No, He’s some Other.
Though that is how it’s made to seem,
Though they had common blood,
One’s dad came from Adam’s “mud,”
The Other’s Father from beyond stars’ gleam.
An unlearned Rebel! Nay, He was able
(Though He never sat in their schools
Though from doctor He’d not,
Learned their tittle and their jot)
He, time after time, corrected their rules.
Trials and a slur, contributions were,
Though Christ’s life had a constant tone,
Though anguished in His soul,
He held to His only goal,
And let false opinions die on their own. –eab, 12/78
Written when I was working with Christ College and Christ Academy in Blount Co., TN.
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