He was the son of a carpenter
His father taught him well
From fixing tools and furniture
Like the ringing of a bell
But this was not some ordinary man
Just another carpenter’s son
Lying in a manger wrapped tightly in swaddling clothes
Lies a precious little newborn sweet and pure as any rose
His parents were of David traveling on to Bethlehem
Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum read His crime
Beaten down and mocked the entire time
Striped completely from shirt to shoes
Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews
