Apprentice

I arrived at the old man's home He was there all alone A carpenter was his trade And my soul he would save I told him a voice spoke to me And this was where I should be In his cottage To gain his knowledge So he said to be his apprentice And I prayed for my repentance He would help my weary soul So that I would not grow cold He gave me a bed and a meal A sense of peace I did feel And now I was his apprentice To help with my repentance