Christ will come to Industrial Stroad.
I’ve seen it in the dreams I bear. 
That is where the seeds are sown.
They’re gonna build a church out there. 

The smoke will fill the summer air.
His flock will be the working herd
and each a cross his own will bear
(the foreman is The Shepherd).  

I dream that church. The embers glow,
the fires burn and steel will tear.
That’s the way it has got to go.
His smoke will fill the summer air.  

His love is water, ground hallowed.
The rivers, all, will flow in stroads
each according to Euclid’s code.
Each use according to its own.