By Pat M. Armstrong
Last night I knelt where Hiram knelt
and took an obligation
today I'm closer to my God
and I'm a Master Mason
Tho' heretofore my fellow men
seemed each one like the other
today I search each one apart
I'm looking for my brother
And as I feel his friendly grip
it fills my heart with pride
I know that while I'm on the square
that he is by my side
His footsteps on my errand go
if I should such require:
His prayers will lead in my behalf
if I should so desire
My words are safe within his breast
as though within my own
his hand forever at my back
to help me safely home
Good counsel whispers in my ear
and warns of any danger
By square and compass, Brother now!
Who once would call me stranger
I might have lived a moral life
and risen to distinction
Without my Brothers helping hand
and fellowship of Masons
But God, who knows how hard it is
to resist life's temptations
knows why I knelt where Hiram knelt
and took that obligation.
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