Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Carpenter

He was a carpenter.
But he cast his net for men on the shores of Galilee.
He was a carpenter.
But he caused the lame to walk and the blind to see.

He was a carpenter.
But he fed the hungry crowds with living bread.
He was a carpenter.
But he opened graves and he raised the dead.

He was a carpenter.
But he died and rose and set me free.
He is a carpenter.
And he builds his holy temple inside of me.

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