A tool resting upon a shelf
Can do nothing by itself.
But if taken up with purpose pure
It can build and shape for sure
The Mason’s tool will help him grow
If he looks inside to learn and know
The tool has a greater message for each
As life’s important lessons it does teach.
That tool in his hands can change his life.
Raise him above mortal strife
Used with purpose and with care
He can build a temple fair.
Some tools give a standard true,
To measure our lives through and through
While others shape a character fair
As we learn their lessons there.
The compass around us a circle draws
In which we overlook our flaws
With the plumb line and the level we meet others.
Upright and true we travel with our brothers
The gavel governs and teaches all alike
That our rough edges from us we should strike
Smoothing and shaping as a block of stone
Ready to stand before God’s holy throne.
With a twenty-four inch gauge
time is divided into work and rest,
Service to God and to our fellow man -
measured and laid out – drawn by the best.
A trowel binding into a sacred group
spreads the cement of brotherly love
Masons building, learning and growing -
guided with light from above.
We use our tools most sublime.
And take them up our lives to shape
Tools for learning – tools for growing
Tools for building – tools for knowing.
And when at last our journey ends
And from our hands the tools fall
When tis time to “Part upon the square”
May it be said of each and of all
They knew the lessons which were taught
And with those lessons hard they fought
To build a character so sublime
One noble, upright, pure and fine.