He packed his lunch and stayed on the job,
putting in long hours for his pay.

He walked to work early each morning,
He didn't drive a fancy pick-up truck,

He might have hitched a ride on a camel or an ass,
if He had just a little bit of luck.

He didn't own a cellular phone,
and He wasn't on the Internet,

He could have been a priest or a businessman,
or a wealthy Jerusalem tycoon,

But he chose to live the simple life,
and He slept on the ground beneath the moon.

He struggled with the animals on his uncle's farm,
and He was a carpenter, and he could make a tent.

He became skilled at the trades of men,
to buy groceries and pay the rent.

He fished on the Lake in an open boat,
all day in the wind and the sun,

Then talked to the Father out under the stars,
when His working day was done.