The Lord showed me David, called from the field
From leading his sheep, a sword to wield
To lift up a people whose burden was hard
And to walk in the way of God
But I am a carpenter
I am a workman in this town
I am a man who lives here
But My time is coming around
A vision I've seen, a lesson I've learned
A path is before Me, a season has turned
And this have I known from the opening of My eyes
A seed has to die to be life
Father, how long, Father
My mother I'll leave, My shop I shall board
The strands of My soul, weave tightly in a cord
And Father, I pray, that not one shall be lost
Yes, for them, in joy, I'll pay the cost
No longer a carpenter
No longer a workman in this town
No longer a man living here
And My home is not on this ground
