A name above the shop door
A manufacturer’s sense of pride
Businesses are called by a name
That emanates far and wide.
But broke into a million pieces
Changed to suit every need
God’s Name keeps disappearing
Under a mountain of greed.
In a church you’ll find a name
Sometimes several or more
But look above the altar
But look above the door.
His name, a sign of quality
Just like a Saville Row suit
You know that it’s been tailored
With a skill that’s absolute
The body beneath the clothing
That dances like Fred Astaire;
But the makers Name is forgotten
Though his work is everywhere.
Oct 22, 1995
