Interlude Songs out of SorrowI. Spirit's House From naked stones of agony I will build a house for me； As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all my pain； My spirit's quiet house will be Built of naked stones I trod On roads where I lost sight of God.