"MY BROTHER, MY SON"

MY SON BECAME MY BROTHER,
WITH HIS HANDS UPON THE BOOK,
I WATCHED WITH MISTY EYES,
THE MASONIC VOWS HE TOOK.

I'VE WAITED MANY YEARS,
FOR JUST THE RIGHT TIME,
WHEN HE WAS COMFORTABLE,
ABOUT MASONRY IN HIS MIND.

I WAS PROUD TO SIGN MY NAME,
FOR MY SON TO JOIN WITH ME,
IT WAS HARD TO HOLD THE TEARS,
AS THE LIGHT HE BEGAN TO SEE.

THEN HE SAID I DON'T KNOW WHY,
I WAITED FOR SO LONG,
HE WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING,
WHERE HIS HEART COULD BELONG.

WITH THE STRONGEST GRIP I KNEW,
I RAISED HIM MOUTH TO EAR
I WHISPERED VERY SOFTLY,
A WORD, ONLY HE COULD HEAR.

AS HE ADVANCED IN LIGHT,
I FELT A FATHER'S PRIDE.
IN THE FALL CEREMONIAL,
HE JOINED ME IN THE SHRINE.

HIS LADY GAVE ME HIS FEZ,
SAID YOU'RE HIS LOVING FATHER,
PLEASE PLACE IT ON HIS HEAD,
CAUSE YOU'RE ALSO HIS BROTHER.

MY FEZ IS A LITTLE TALLER,
MY WORLD IS FULL AND BRIGHT,
MY SON BECAME MY BROTHER,
IN THE BEAUTIFUL MASONIC LIGHT.

Ben Steen Copyright March 17, 2004

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