Wood and Nails - The Porter's Gate, Josh Garrels, Audrey Assad

O 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

O show me how to work and praise

Trusting that I am Your instrument

O 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

O 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

So 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-borne hands, we’ll join with them

Serving at the table You’ve prepared

O humble carpenter