Within this circle our arms are raised
To send our lord our thoughts and praise
The stars of David and ISIS combine
To concentrate that light flowing divine
When all of the clues add up to Eight
There’s someone waiting at the south gate
Feeling the ice cold winds that blow
Seekers recognize it is ‘She’ we know
Tools of the trade are on the floor
A plane some chisels and a saw
He sets the clues with what he’d use
Until we find out his good news
Souls from every wake of life
Can be redeemed within the light
Of every race and creed we’ve spoken
Their symbols in our circle unbroken
A cross and stars five points and six
Longitude and latitude directions fixed
A square and circles and some triangles
The spirit now has covered every angle
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