Just A Carpenter's Son Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

"I'm just a builder/carpenter" he told my Uncle Tom
"I've framed the homes all down this street" he said, his voice was calm

I have some friends that are ‘big shots', they're always in the light
They can't yawn or breathe, or roll up their sleeves, without being in sight…

Of newsmen, snapshots, interviewers, so well-known are they
That even the illiterate can oft be heard to say:

"Hey! I seen this young guy before, ain't he been on the tube? "
And others say, "Yeah, I know him, I just seen him in the news"

Our builder-friend was not well-known, he had not received acclaim
For famous deeds, no P.H.D's, he had no special fame

He just built homes; friends knew he was the best at his profession
The details were paid attention to.Poor work... out of the question

His homes were the most luxurious structures man had ever built
You'd stare in awe and drop your jaw if you saw all the skill

Assigned to each and every home. Impressive in and out.
But he, himself, a humble man with no degree, no clout

(And like him :)

There was a humble carpenter's son who came from Nazareth
He also built impressive homes not long before His death

The homes He built were everlasting, any man could buy
And without money, without price, they only had to try

To live a life of virtue, love, and do unto another
What they would like done unto them, treat all earth's men as brothers

This builder's son received no honor until after he died
His homes are on the market still, he certainly has tried

To sell them, each and every one, but not with much success
Very few will take a loan out; that is what I guess

And make the monthly payments of good works and sacrifice
Most people would rather rent a home than pay the market price

When you grow up, get married, and then want to settle down
One point of special interest is your neighborhood, the town

That you would like to live in at the start, then down the road
It seems to me you'd want to get a clean, well-kept abode

So if you want to live in towns depressing, somewhat dirty
Then look for one the other framers built, live in their city

But if you'd like to dwell in one that's heavenly and lush
Come buy some land in the last builder's town, but better rush!


c aaron