Jesus was a carpenter. He gladly plied His trade, for Nazareth had need of him. Year after year, he worked at Joseph's side: He fashioned plows; set spokes to perfect rim; Made seats of pine; smoothed bowls of cedar wood. So tenderly he polished oxen yokes, Men bared their hearts to him: he understood; He helped each one. He loved the village folks. Yet none of these could dream he was the Son Of God. He was their brother, friend, who knew The hidden good in each, and, knowing, won To strength. But Christ himself knew this was true: He was the Father's Son in heart and mind, The Light, the Way of Life, for all mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |