The strong smell of wood chippings fills the air, as the carpenter hammers a chisel into wood. With sweat on his brow and calluses on his hand the carpenter pours everything he has into this creation. He finds himself lost in the intricacies of design, and the smell of wood finish. He is completely at ease as he only hears the voice of his father echo in his mind;

Son, go and build me a throne
Build it to last
Build it strong
Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.

As time draws near the weight of the throne begins to take its toll on the carpenter. With blood pouring through his sweat he asks his father to pardon this last finishing touch. Once again he hears,

Son, go and build me a throne
Build it to last
Build it strong
Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.

The Carpenter does not hesitate, with the ground beneath his feat the sky above he steps forth. He understands the cost, and he understands the reward. His eyes fixed in love and His eyes fixed on his father he applies the finishing touch. He knows what he is building;

He’s building a throne
He’s building it to last
And he’s building it strong
He’s building it so that all under heaven and earth may sing its redemption song.

The Carpenter has now become the brush. Soaked in his own blood he applies the finishing touch. With his last breath he says

It is finished.

In that moment the father forsook the son.
Abandoned and left to the depths of descent.
The Son fell
The world gazed in fear and perplexity
As the prince of darkness reveled in glee and delight
But
The darkness forgot the covenant made with the day and the night
And with the beat of the dawn the Father turned his gaze back to the Son
With a passion and love so fierce he ripped back the veil of darkness and like with the rising sun, he lifted his son’s marred broken body from the ground.

With a loud voice the father spoke

This is my Son!
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords
The lamb you slew has now become a lion
From Judah he will roar over all the nations
His kingdom will never end.
Listen to Him!

With that, the Carpenter now a King stood up. Clothed in the glory of a thousand suns he looked to the far corners of the earth and saw the multitudes of people harassed like sheep without a shepherd. He looked to his own and said

Go and build my church
Build it to last
Build it strong
Build it so heaven and earth may sing its song.