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The Carpenter's Signpost 

One day as a carpenter's son was walking to town,
He saw a twisted tree come crashing to the ground.
People despised the ugly shape, so they chopped down the tree.
And not wanting the bent lumber, hauled it to sea.

But, then the young carpenter, upon seeing the sight,
Paid the people a price and claimed it that night.
He hauled the tree home to His Father's workshop,
And refashioned the lumber from bottom to top.

He filed day and night at the knots and the bumps.
With a saw and a file, he leveled the humps. 
With hands skilled and trained, He worked and He scraped.
And, the old broken tree took on a new shape.

He then got His paint, and an old paintbrush,
And with a glimmer in His eyes added the finishing touch.
He had fashioned a signpost to show the lost the way,
Out of an old twisted tree that almost got hauled away.

When Jesus came to Earth, and lived with mortal man.
He too was a carpenter and paid the price for sin.
My life was once so twisted as that bent and ugly tree.
but, with a heart filled with love, Christ Jesus salvaged me.

With hands skilled and gentle, He carves and He scrapes.
And, my old broken life is taking on a new shape.
For Jesus works on me day by day,
So I can be a signpost, and show the lost the way.
Vicky Hunt (October 14, 1982)

Never Alone

As I walk day by day, as I follow the way,
I can always hear my precious Father say:

"Child, I love you, Child I care;
My child I'm with you, I'll always be here."

Many sorrows are there, many problems and cares.
But I can always hear my Father so dear.

"Child, I love you, Child I care;
My child I'm with you, I'll always be here."

If all forsake me, if all my friends leave;
I'd still be so happy, to Jesus I'd cleave.

Jesus, I love you. Jesus I care.
My Jesus I'm with you. Your love is so dear!
Vicky Hunt (January 1983)

A Beginning Somewhere

There is a way that all shall go,
A path that all shall follow.
There is an end to every life,
A resting place for the soul.

Yet, for every ending of life,
There is a beginning somewhere.
For every ending in sorrow,
There's a beginning of joy up there.

When one fine morning I walk that land,
When I'm done with all earthly cares;
As I stand by the river of life I'll see,
There is a beginning somewhere.
Vicky Hunt (July 20, 1982)

Father

Father in Heaven, can you hear me call?
Do you see my eyes with tears, can you see them fall?
So many questions race through my mind.
Some of the answers I'll never find.

Father above, do you love me still?
Do you really care about all this hurting that I feel?
Do you really listen when I call your name?
Do you really care when I experience pain?

Father so kind, do you love us all?
You said that you could see each tiny sparrow fall.
Can you see my problems? Do you understand?
Did you really say that you would hold my hand?

Father of love, are you really real?
You said You'd never leave. Do you mean it still?
Do you really know? Do you really care?
Can you really calm each and every fear?

Father in Heaven, Father above,
Father so kind, Father of love.
Can you hear me call? Do you love me still?
Do you love us all? Are you really real?

Father I hear your call; you say you love me still.
You say you love us all. I know you're really real!
I trust your loving word. I know you'll never leave.
Father I love you so. With you I want to be!
Vicky Hunt (June 1983)