In our herringbone frame of living,
Where men's struggles weave designs,
By the rise and fall of spirits
That are patterned in their minds-
Lies, a challenge to the weaver
To keep the threads pulled tight-
So, when the work is finished
There will be no flaws in sight.
It takes long hours at the loom,
and Faith, to see it through.
No other man can claim it;
It will have been wrought, alone, by you.