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Wood And Nails
CCLI Song Number 7097870
Performer(s):
Scripture:
Ephesians 2:10; Mark 6:3; 1 Corinthians 6:19; Ephesians 2:21-22; 1 Peter 2:24; Colossians 3:23; Romans 12:1; Hebrews 8:13; Mark 1:15; John 19:30; Auto Scripture:
Deuteronomy 6:8; Deuteronomy 11:18; Daniel 10:10; Ezekiel 4:2; Genesis 46:34; Deuteronomy 30:20; 1 Kings 18:36; Judges 9:2; Numbers 18:2; 2 Chronicles 18:3; 1 Chronicles 29:1; Luke 11:8; Daniel 9:11; Numbers 18:21; 1 Samuel 2:22; Lyrics:
Oh, humble Carpenter, down on Your hands and knees
Look on Your handiwork and build a house so You may dwell in me
So You may dwell in me
The work was done with nothing but
Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands
Oh, show me how to work and praise
Trusting that I am Your instrument
Oh, loving Laborer, with the sweat upon Your face
Oh, build a table, that I too may join You in the Father's place
Oh, in the Father's place
The work was done with nothing but
Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands
Oh, show me how to work and praise
Trusting that I am Your instrument
The kingdom's come and built upon
Wood and nails gripped with joyfulness
Oh, send me out, within Your ways
Knowing that the task is finished
The dead will rise and give You praise
Wood and nails will not hold them down
These wooden tombs, we'll break them soon
And fashion them into flower beds
The curse is done, the battle won
Swords bent down into plowshares
Your scar-bourne hands, we'll join with them
Serving at the table You've prepared
Oh, humble Carpenter
Look on Your handiwork and build a house so You may dwell in me
So You may dwell in me
The work was done with nothing but
Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands
Oh, show me how to work and praise
Trusting that I am Your instrument
Oh, loving Laborer, with the sweat upon Your face
Oh, build a table, that I too may join You in the Father's place
Oh, in the Father's place
The work was done with nothing but
Wood and nails in Your scar-borne hands
Oh, show me how to work and praise
Trusting that I am Your instrument
The kingdom's come and built upon
Wood and nails gripped with joyfulness
Oh, send me out, within Your ways
Knowing that the task is finished
The dead will rise and give You praise
Wood and nails will not hold them down
These wooden tombs, we'll break them soon
And fashion them into flower beds
The curse is done, the battle won
Swords bent down into plowshares
Your scar-bourne hands, we'll join with them
Serving at the table You've prepared
Oh, humble Carpenter
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