My good friend is a carpenter.
He told me...my dad and mom-
He framed the houses down the street.
His words you can count on
He has some friends that are big shots
They’re always in the light
Can’t yawn or breathe...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
Just seen him in the news”
Our builder-friend is not well-known
He has not received acclaim
For famous deeds nor P.H.D’s
He has no special fame
He just builds homes; friends know he is
The best at his profession
The details are paid attention to.
Poor work? Out of the question-
His homes are the most luxurious structures
Man has 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 carp’nter’s son
Who came from Nazareth
He also built impressive homes
Not long before His death
The homes He built are everlasting
Any man can buy
And without money, without price
They only have to try
To live a life of virtue, love
And do unto another
What they would like done unto them
Highly esteem their brother
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 and 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
Just 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
Then buy some land in the last builder’s town
But better rush!
c aaron