Dear weaver of our lives’ design
	whose patterns all obey,
With skillful fingers gently guide
The sturdy threads that will survive
	the tangle of our days.

Take up the fabric of our lives
	with hands that gently hold;
Bind in the ragged edge that care
Would sunder and that pain would tear,
	and mend our rav’ling souls.

Let eyes that in the plainest cloth
	a hidden beauty see
Discern in us our richest hues,
Show us the patterns we may use
	to set our spirits free.
