The background for this poem is Matthew 1:18-25 .
It was used as part of a sermon on this passage and was read with an improvised piano backing.
The Carpenter's Cradle
Timber now fashioned, and rough sanded down
With piles of fresh shavings strewn on the ground.
The carpenter ponders each joint and straight edge
Puts down his tools upon the work ledge.
Now things to consider, Jo turns to his chore.
With his dream, does it mean that God wants much more?
The angel commanded him,"Mary must stay".
It's now clear his fear shouldn't stand in their way.
With each hammer and join, things start to take shape
He's resolved to move forward, he can't hesitate.
Shifting his stool, he then starts to plane.
Sometimes it's hard to go 'gainst the grain.
Finally he sighs, 'It's all God's design!'
As his weathered hand feels what's smoothed, now fine.
By and by, baby Jesus, a gift to mankind
Will no longer rest in a meagre old manger
But will peacefully rock in this carpenter's cradle.
© Don Stott http://eliab.com
Joseph & Mary
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