A Masonic Poem

I stood before
The Master's Chair
A Brother Craftsman
Led me there

A trowel now in
The Master's hand
With which to spread
Cement and sand

The words I had
 Been taught to use
And warned that I
Should not abuse

That friendship was
 The greatest part
And faith must come
From my own heart

An apron pure
And spotless white
A trust to keep
With all my might

And for these things
I kneel in prayer
God help me walk
Both straight and square

Author Unknown