[Verse 1] Wood shavings curled around His feet, a hammer in His hand. He measured boards and shaped the grain, did work that few would understand. No crowds were gathered at the door, no sick came there for aid. Just wood and tools and honest work, the things His hands had made. The hands that calmed the raging storm, that made the blind man see, were just as faithful shaping wood in quiet Galilee. [Chorus 1] Are you a janitor? Let His goodness shine! Are you a cook? Give a taste of the divine! Are you a mechanic? Help the broken run! Are you a farmer? Plant hope in the sun! Are you a driver? Take His kindness where you go! Are you a teacher? Help His children learn and grow! Are you a dancer? Let His joy be shown! Are you a writer? Make His story known! [Verse 2] She stood behind a counter, and handed me my food. I don’t remember what she said, but I sensed something good. Something in her countenance was glowing from within. The joy upon her face could only come from Him. I saw Jesus in her face, His joy so plain to see. I saw what heaven looked like— and wanted it for me. [Chorus 2] Are you a plumber? Let His living water flow! Are you an actor? Let Him direct the show! Are you a builder? Lay a firm foundation! Are you a party planner? Make His joy a celebration! Are you a nurse? Help the wounded stand! Are you a mail carrier? Put good news in every hand! Are you a barber? Help them see themselves anew! Are you a banker? Show them what has lasting value! [Outro] The Carpenter still walks with us through ordinary days. So whatever work is in your hands— do it all for Jesus’ praise.
