O Christ, the Master Carpenter,
high on a cross you died;
a wooden cross, with iron nails,
a spear thrust in your side.
O Christ, upon that Friday cross
your work on earth was done;
yet, truly, in my life today
your work has just begun.
O Christ, take up your workman's tools
and shape my life anew,
that I who now appear rough-hewn
may be restored by you.