Jacob

The old man guided his hand

As they gently began to sand the table

They had just made together

The first of many more to come

The boy, a young man of twelve

Was hungry to try his hand at the art

His father taught him since he could remember

The wood was canvas

Jacob would say, do the right thing son

What is that right thing father?

Believe our Father and obey

But don't you think that to obey

Will get you to him on that day

Wood came in and wood went out

Rough at first and refined no doubt

As the boy grew he learned

That via wood the world would learn

Of the Messiah

This process shaped the way the boy

Thought

His father, always reminding him

Believe our Father and obey

But don't you think that to obey

Will get you to him on that day

Many years and planks of wood went by

The old man would cry

From time to time because

His hands would not work like they had

The young man had grown to be a man

He found a wife according to his father's plan

She was almost like the driven snow

Many more years went by

His son was gone

We don't know why

But the old man was still alive and old

And in the crowd when they were told

That the King of the Jews would hang
On a cross

That day

His son's wife buried her face

In the arms of her father-in-law

With tears that flowed
He gently whispered in her ear

Words she had heard year after year

Believe our Father and obey

But don't you think that to obey

Will get you to him on that day

Years went by
People died
Yet still the old man lived
Though he out lived the mother and his son
He knew there was only One
Who promised and could keep
The covenant He came to speak
And live