The Lord showed me David, called from the field
From leading his sheep, a sword to wield
To lift up a people whose burden was hard
And to walk in the way of God
But I am a carpenter
I am a workman in this town
I am a man who lives here, but my time is coming around
A vision I've seen
A lesson I've learned
A path is before me
A season has turned
And this have I known from the opening of my eyes
a seed has to die to be life
But I am a carpenter
I am a workman in this town
I am a man who lives here, but my time is coming around
Father
How long Father?
My mother I'll leave
My shop I shall board
The strands of my soul weave tightly in a cord
And Father, I pray that not one shall be lost
Yes, for them, in joy I'll pay the cost
No longer a carpenter
No longer a workman in this town
No longer a man living here, and my home is not on this ground
No longer a carpenter
No longer a workman in this town
No longer a man living here, and my home is not on this ground
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