The Craftsman and the Carpenter

Tickety tock, tickety tock
Unfatigued, relentless

The majestic, grand Father's clock

Whose mechanics are concealed

By craftsmanship divine 

And only to be revealed

At the end of all of time

Until that fateful day

Actions will fill the void

Our deeds, the words we say

As time passes, like a dream

And our memories fade away

Take heed, for all's recorded

And for every sin we'll pay

'Tis a work of great precision

By countenance unknown

Yet each and every decision

Is ours, and ours alone

Time's a gift for one and all

Or so it would've been

Were it not for mankind's Fall

When your time is over

And you stand before the throne

To account for each and every sin

For which you can't atone

And cowed by His majestic voice

Fear not, you aren't alone

My dear friend, rejoice!

For the Craftsman had a Son

A carpenter by trade

And He has paid the price

Through the sacrifice He made

Nailed to a wooden cross

He died in agony

Though his death was not in vain

...for He freed humanity

G. L. Millsom

5th January 2025