Standing on a Galilee of curled oak Jesus planed the wooden beam, He bound the middle with frayed rope And made it fit for a Nazarene. He filled his chalice at the pail And tore a piece of bread Crows turned the sky to a blackened veil And from his crown Jesus bled. The nails on the beams changed to thorns And the wind dried his blood Red skies bled in to eves and morns From the carpenters cross made of wood. Jesus looked at the finished piece And Judas said unto him ‘Its fit for a King’. ------------------------------------------------------------