| He was just a carpenter by trade
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| He learned from his father at a very early age
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| There was something special in the man
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| There was much more to his life
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| Than just working with his hands
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| And He’d say There’s no home I could design that would match the one you’d find,
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| when you leave this world behind, if you only took the time
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| Love your neighbour like your brother
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| Treat your brother like a friend
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| Always turn the other cheek
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| Help the weary and the weak
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| Make the time for young and old
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| And as your life unfolds
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| Each kindness that you’ve shown
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| Will be the nails and hammers
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| As you build your final ladder
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| In the manner of the carpenter of old
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| You could feel compassion in his eyes
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| Only fools that hurt him did not realize
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| That he was speaking to us all
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| The righteous and the mighty
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| The silent and the small
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| And He’d say There’s no home I could design that would match the one you’d find,
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| when you leave this world behind, if you’d only take the time
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| Love your neighbour like your brother
|
| Treat your brother like a friend
|
| Always turn the other cheek
|
| Help the weary and the weak
|
| Make the time for young and old
|
| And as your life unfolds
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| Each kindness that you’ve shown
|
| Will be the nails and hammers
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| As you build your final ladder
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| In the manner of the carpenter of old
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| He was just a carpenter by trade
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| He learned from his father at a very early age |