John Michael Talbot - The Craftsman Lyrics

A tree standing tall in the forest
A tree standing tall is the finest of wood
Standing alone
The beautiful chosen one

Its branches reach strong
And its branches reach wide
To the heavens from creation
The birds of the air
Find their nest there

Chorus:
But the tree must be brought down
Humbled to the earth in the dust of the ground
And then the tree might be used
To form an instrument

We are the instrument
We are the wood
God is the craftsman
We are the instrument

Working the wood the good craftsman should
Cut and bend and remold us
The cedar and the pine
He's sanding fine

(CHORUS)