What it is to have the ball rolling,
I missed you pattern, well for clarity:
I haven't held you just so close in quite the while,
But now the day is tamer and my hands
Don't stir to idle tasks but march in ranks.

Laughter for your dreary disposition,
Merrier when others chase away the solitude,
Better when in fellowship with a godly brother,
Edified by resounding clashes of iron,
I'll cry the selfsame phrase aloud:
What grace is fellowship in my home.