Good Friday

The strong smell of wood chippings fills the air, as the carpenter hammers a chisel into wood. With sweat on his brow and calluses on his hand the carpenter pours everything he has into this creation. He finds himself lost in the intricacies of design, and the smell of wood finish. He is completely at ease as he only hears the voice of his father echo in his mind;

Son, go and build me a throne

Build it to last

Build it strong

Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.

As time draws near the weight of the throne begins to take its toll on the carpenter. With blood pouring through his sweat he asks his father to pardon this last finishing touch. Once again he hears,

Son, go and build me a throne

Build it to last

Build it strong

Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.

The Carpenter does not hesitate, with the ground beneath his feat the sky above he steps forth. He understands the cost, and he understands the reward. His eyes fixed in love and His eyes fixed on his father he applies the finishing touch. He knows what he is building;

He’s building a throne

He’s building it to last

And he’s building it strong

He’s building it so that all under heaven and earth may sing its redemption song.

The Carpenter has now become the brush. Soaked in his own blood he applies the finishing touch. With his last breath he says

It is finished.

In that moment the father forsook the son.

Abandoned and left to the depths of descent.

The Son fell

The world gazed in fear and perplexity

As the prince of darkness reveled in glee and delight

But

The darkness forgot the covenant made with the day and the night

And with the beat of the dawn the Father turned his gaze back to the Son

With a passion and love so fierce he ripped back the veil of darkness and like with the rising sun, he lifted his son’s marred broken body from the ground.

With a loud voice the father spoke

This is my Son!

The King of Kings and Lord of Lords

The lamb you slew has now become a lion
From Judah he will roar over all the nations

His kingdom will never end.

Listen to Him!      

With that, the Carpenter now a King stood up. Clothed in the glory of a thousand suns he looked to the far corners of the earth and saw the multitudes of people harassed like sheep without a shepherd. He looked to his own and said 

Go and build my church

Build it to last

Build it strong

Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.







This story was inspired by a song I wrote six months ago. Recently God has been revealing how the Gospel is about a King and His kingdom. My salvation and hope is found in the lordship of Jesus, and the redemption of every living creature flows from the throne of Christ. This analogy and song stems from that truth.

Wood chippings mixed with blood and sweat fall to the floor

Opposition cannot resist the forward motion set in store

The Carpenter diligently awaits the completion his creation

A throne decorated with the inscription of dominion

For the once and future King 

A king and his kingdom seated upon the throne of a carpenter

Made to remain and sustain the deterioration of all things

The carpenter hidden in obscurity

a king revealed in royalty

Made equal through sovereignty

sovereignty of a throne   

now that throne you see is greater than any ferocity

Greater than any satisfaction, and more than you can imagine

Filled with compassion for all the passion of dissatisfaction   

in a world that is a fraction of what it will be 

The love of the carpenter poured into the adornment

The abdication of self to that which is sown

 So in all creation the sons and daughters of the king may be known

Known

To first hear and see before being seen and heard

To seeing the light before being the light

And to know love before showing love

a way

set in stone

A better way that man has ever known

Carved by a mason, the carpenter in a different form

The song is available on Noisetrade