Paroles Jesus was a carpenter Johnny Cash

Jesus was a carpenter

Jesus was a Carpenter Jesus was a carpenter, and He worked with a saw and a hammer;
And His hands form a table true enough to stand forever;
And He might have spun His life out in the coolness of the mornings;
But He put aside his tools, and He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me; And He found them as they wandered trough the wild Judean Mountains,And He found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of Galilee;And for a thousand evenings, while the day behind Him emptied,
He walked among the poor, and He stopped to touch the dying,
And He built His house from people just like these; And He on a shining Sunday when He rode to old JerusalemAnd the palms they cast before Him were the crimes they laid against Him.It was on a storming Friday when He climbed the streets to Calvary;And where He died today why they're sellin? beads and postcards;
And they tell us, too, that that was long ago; But, would He stand today upon the sands of CaliforniaOr walk the sweating blacktop in New York and Mississippi,Where the mighty churches rise above the screaming cities,
Would He be a guest on Sunday, a vagrant on a Monday,With the doors locked tight against His kind, you know; Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us;
There are chapels in our discontent, cathedrals in our sorrow;
And we dwell in golden mansions, with the sand for our foundations,
And the raging waters ring, and the thunder's all around usWon't you come and build a house on rock again? Jesus was a carpenter, and He worked with a saw and a hammer;
And His hands form a table true enough to stand forever;
And He might have spun His life out in the coolness of the mornings;
But He put aside His tools, and He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me;