The Freest Mason (For Mason the Rock Climbing Mason)
I know a Mason, Whose Soul is Free. His Masonic Temple, The Stone and the Sky. His Guild Ascension, His Song the Eagle's Cry.
The Book of Knowledge, That he carries Nigh, Is the Beauty he Builds, And the Mountaintop High. He is the Stone. And the Stone is his Guide.
Between Heaven and Earth, Inspiration Collides. With the Lightning and Thunder, With the Wind in the Heights. In this Refuge of Freedom, His Spirit takes Flight.
Written in Stone, In the deep of the Night. As you’re warmed by his Hearth, By the Fireside Light. Look deep in the Stone and the Free Mason's Life. On top of the Summit, His Freedom is Life.
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The Freest Mason
(For Mason the Rock Climbing Mason)
I know a Mason,
Whose Soul is Free.
His Masonic Temple,
The Stone and the Sky.
His Guild Ascension,
His Song the Eagle's Cry.
The Book of Knowledge,
That he carries Nigh,
Is the Beauty he Builds,
And the Mountaintop High.
He is the Stone.
And the Stone is his Guide.
Between Heaven and Earth,
Inspiration Collides.
With the Lightning and Thunder,
With the Wind in the Heights.
In this Refuge of Freedom,
His Spirit takes Flight.
Written in Stone,
In the deep of the Night.
As you’re warmed by his Hearth,
By the Fireside Light.
Look deep in the Stone and the Free Mason's Life.
On top of the Summit,
His Freedom is Life.
(From your friend Nate Wilcoxen)
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