The Work

The gavel sounds
and all is still:
The Master speaks,
proclaims his will:

Each one obeys,
takes up his tools.
Inspects the plan,
consults the rules:

With trowel and level,
plumb and square,
Each stone is set
exactly where

The plan provides,
the drawing shows
And day by day
the Temple grows:

The porch is finished,
pillars placed;
The strands of net-work
interlaced;

The chambers furnished,
pavement laid,
The sacred vessels
all displayed:

The walls are standing
straight and true;
The roof is on,
the labor through:

The Master speaks,
The work is done:
The gavel sounds,
God calls us home.

Source: Bro. Montford C. Holley

very well said.