December 2, 2025
From the Manger to the Cross
Come December, Christmas fills the air with love and joy
For we celebrate the birthday of a precious baby boy
I reach into my attic for the Crib I use each year
And ornaments that fill my heart with happy thoughts and cheer
My Nativity figures are glad to see the light
And the sight of Baby Jesus - fills them with delight
The carpenter in me feels the urge to add a sheep
Perhaps even a shepherd watching our infant sleep
So I stride into my workshop to choose a block of wood
Solid, strong and sacred – befitting of sainthood
For among the ox and donkey lies a sacrificial lamb
Who’ll meet a fate quite different from the son of Abraham
My hands are far from worthy for the task that lies ahead
So I kneel and ask for blessings while I’m working in my shed
My Rasp-cut files and chisels, my riffler and my vise
Get ready to work wonders for the one who paid the price
I chip away the wood while I try to carve a shape
One I hope would dignify a Christmassy landscape
The texture of the woodgrain begins to speak to me
Revealing visual patterns – and I’m in reverie
I travel back in time to a place that’s far away
An obscure town called Nazareth – a house of stone and clay
I surrender to a trance-like state where all is calm and still
Where a father shows His young son how to use the saw and drill
He learnt to make a dovetail joint by cutting tails and pins
The strongest interlocking joint with craftsmanship that wins
Several years of toil and sweat by His father’s side
Making ploughs as well as yokes – the Son of Man complied
Forging treasured memories - He learns His father’s trade
He knows what will await Him – But He is unafraid
The earthy rich aroma of the woodwork brings me back
To the shepherd staff I’m chiselling – to walk a rugged track
My mind goes to a shepherd – my anchor and my rock
Every time we go astray – He shepherds all His flock
The Bread of life sustains us with Resurrected Hope
We – the branches – know the Vine will give us strength to cope
I think about the wooden boat sailing late at night
A violent storm was raging – the cause of fear and fright
“Help us Lord -we’re drowning “said the men from Galilee
They looked in awe as Jesus stopped the storm and calmed the sea
My mind goes to the Olive Tree – in Gethsemane
Its gnarled trunk – 2000 years – has seen His agony
Speaking words of wisdom – on the role that wood has played
From a manger within Bethlehem until He was betrayed
Wood has played a powerful role – one of life and loss
From the hand-crafted crude cradle to the rugged Roman cross
Bruised for our iniquities – He died to set us free
Scourged, mocked and nailed – He died on Calvary
The redemptive role of trees – be it Cedar, Fig or Palm
Reminds us that the end is always filled with peace and calm
With God’s grace and forgiveness – we know that we can cope
Through His death and resurrection He gave us faith and hope
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