This poem was one of the first Masonic poems I remember reading after being Raised to the Sublime Degree of Master Mason 6-years ago. It struck a chord with me that has resonated with me since I first read it and with permission of W:. Bro. Tim Bryce, I would like to share it with all of you. I thought it would be appropriate on this my 6th Masonic birthday.
A Foot Soldier For Freemasonry
By Tim Bryce
I carry no bullet or bomb in my kit,
Just a spoken word and a brotherly grip.
My mission is neither holy or unjust,
It is simply brotherhood, charity, and trust.
I seek no office, I have but three degrees,
Making me a proud foot soldier for Freemasonry.
Our enemy is ignorance, of our customs and belief,
We simply cherish honor, ethics, and relief.
We are not a cult which deals in witchcraft or some perverse hate,
We are not an invisible empire with a questionable faith.
Our precepts foster citizenship, hope and charity,
Our intentions are honorable and promotes morality.
Members of our army are found in all walks of life,
All armed with ethics, intent on fighting strife.
A closed society we are not, we welcome all breeds,
We welcome men of all color, race, faith, and creeds.
But make no mistake, being a member should not be taken lightly,
It requires honesty, integrity, and love of the Almighty.
Our mission is to seek truth, justice, and help others renew,
To build a better world for all people, not just the chosen few.
But our soldiers grow weary, and our numbers dwindle,
We need to rearm and enlist new soldiers to rekindle.
Such men exist my Brothers, I tell you this with certainty,
If we are to survive, we need new foot soldiers for Freemasonry.