He chopped and sawed the logs of wood
It didn't need to be so good
Just crosses would be made of these
For Jesus and a couple of thieves.
It didn't have to be so good
He drove the nails into the wood
Two crosses lay on the ground
And then his heart in sorrow drowned.
He touched the last one's roughened wood
A criminal's tree, his Lord so good
Yet on this cross Jesus would die
He set to work with a deep sigh.
For this, was used, his skill so good ?
The tears rolled down and soaked the wood
He wished his hands could better serve
Did he this awful pain deserve ?
On Golgotha, stood crosses of wood
The centre with the Saviour so good
" It is my cross," in anguish he cried
His Lord gave up the Ghost and died.
The third day dawned with message good
Gone his grief, of the cross of wood
The Lord's ris'n, jubilation !
His death was all for our salvation.
How wondrous seemed his cross of wood
For which, was used, his skill so good
He knelt and praised the Risen Lord
The Perfect Man, The Son of God.
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