Original lyrics

EN

O humble carpenter, down on Your hands and knees Look on Your handiwork and build a house So You may dwell in me So You may dwell in me The work was done with nothing but Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands O show me how to work and praise Trusting that I am Your instrument O loving laborer with the sweat upon Your face Oh, build a table that I may too may join You In the Father's place Oh, in the Father's place The work was done with nothing but Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands O show me how to work and praise Trusting that I am Your instrument The kingdom's come and built upon Wood and nails gripped with joyfulness So send me out, within Your ways Knowing that the task is finished The dead will rise and give You praise Wood and nails will not hold them down These wooden tombs, we'll break them soon And fashion them into flower beds The curse is done, the battle won Swords bent down into plowshares Your scar-borne hands, we'll join with them Serving at the table You've prepared O humble carpenter