From the album The Boat Builder

Lyrics

Christ you are the master carpenter
wield well your tools in the workshop of our world
so that I who come rough hewn to your bench
may become a truer beauty of your hand and touch

Christ you gave to me the gifts of courage and faith and laughter
and took my hand and pushed me out from your sacred nest
to go where I don’t know where soldiers spit and curse
to carry your light of truth out to an endangered world
this world of ours, this world of mine