If God were a carpenter, and you were a rich man, would you love Him anyway, would you give Him your hand. If God were a baby and you were a wise man, would you worship Him anyway, would you bow before Him. And He will reign forever more. Every knee will bow down before Him.
He hung on a tree that day in pain and sorrow, He prayed for me that day and bought my tomorrow. God was a carpenter, He was a baby, He is the Son of Man, the one who saved me. Yes He will reign forever more. Every knee will bow down before Him.
I hung on a tree that day in pain and sorrow. I prayed for you that day and bought your tomorrow. I endured the cross, despising the shame for the joy set before me.