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
