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TITLE: Through the Darkness of the Night
By Jeremy Iman
12/25/06
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Many of the Jews at the time thought God would deliver them by sending a mighty warrior who would establish His kingdom on earth. Little did they know..
Through the Darkness of the Night

I started searching for you through the darkness of the night
Past the traveling wise men and the shepherds full of fright
I looked for your mighty figure engulfed within a crowd
Finding only pigs and sheep, I was too proud to bow

You were supposed to be a warrior equipped with shield and sword
But now solemnly you rest your head beneath a stable board
Oh little town of Bethlehem within you lies a gem
And if I had to spend eternity, I’d spend it finding Him

Though your face seemed recognizable, you appeared to me a stranger
How could I ever find a king while sifting through a manger?
My disappointment, I confess, weighed heavy on my mind
I was searching for the Promised One; a baby’s what I find

I soon saw as the years went by your lowly, average ways
And I’m to think you are the One who’s worthy of my praise?
You’re the one who’ll save the world and set the prisoner free?
But you’re just a humble carpenter who hails from Galilee

I’ll suppress those thoughts and try to see you’re heaven’s son
Of all the troubles that I’ve had, they’ve only just begun
As you did warn me carpenter, this world has wrecked my heart
Detach its puppeteer strings and I will fall apart

I tried to walk the waves behind your ever-present hand
But once the waters touched me, I was swimming for dry land
I listened to you wisely and never thought that I would leave
But when your heart is hardened you find if harder to believe

Fatigue soon wrapped around me, I couldn’t struggle to get loose
I played the part of Judas and was marching towards the noose
The blackness, like a plague, enclosed tight around my soul
Then so quietly a whisper that you could gain control

But you are just a craftsman, a carpenter by trade
Your expertise is building. How do you plan to aid?
You ask what tools I have that could help me prevail
I empty out my pockets to find just four roman nails

I have to ask you carpenter, off all the things you’ve made
Of wooden chairs and tables, of foundations you’ve laid
Why do you sit so stoically; it seems like such a loss
And skillfully splinter your hands while carving out a cross?

Now what’s with all the bruising, all those gashes in your side?
It looks as if you lost your blood; it looks as if you died
And as I catch your gaze I see the price of being free
The bullets came too quickly so you took them all for me

And this is how the story ends, the book closed on the shelf
You fixed a soul, dear carpenter, I couldn’t fix myself
Your light illuminates my eyes, so clearly I can see
So clearly now I see God’s plan, and know that you love me
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