How good and pleasant it is
To sit with the brothers in evening’s dark,
Our contentment shared
As breeze chases the day’s heat.
Beyond our desert waste
The city of strangers glows with its lights.

You have woven stories we tell of
Your people’s pains and joys.
Color our labors with the threads of life.
Rainbow strands entwine with ours.
Let those who would unravel love
Be tangled in their own arrogance.

The loom of songs hums melodies
To rescue the widows and shield the exiles.
We will keep the blanket
For the cold season to come.
And let the lost be enfolded.
And let the lost be enfolded.