The carpenter stood with quiet concentration
As The Child ran about
With your wife calling unto you
With the comfort of a shout
–
Your hands indeed they toil much
As you place the boards
In precise positions with measurement
So was your work for the Lord
–
Oh Joseph thou wast chosen
For the merciful story
Brought to witness the Son of God
By the Father’s benevolent glory
–
While the sweat poured forth from your brow
Jesus of Nazareth grew to a man
Preaching the Gospel for humanity
You understood He was the great I AM
–
On the longest days your praise was met
With subtle teachings of deed
The Fatherhood from the Lord to Jesus
Was reflected in your miraculous creed
–
The Blessed Virgin she came
And nurtured your Precious Son
Proclaiming the grandeur of God
And professing love under the Sun
–
When the night therefore came
You sought to gain rest
Awaiting the known future
Of the King Most Blessed
