Once the Grand Master sat in wise repose
As people came with troubles and with woes.
A woman came and poured out her despair,
She said her life was filled with pain and care.
She drank and smoked, and love - it passed her by,
Her heart was heavy, and she wondered why.
The Master gazed upon her troubled face
And in his wisdom, he proclaimed with grace:
"Leave this mortal world, accept the flame
And through the Fiery Baptism, find your name.
Become a diamond, cutting through the skies,
Join your brothers, let faith be your prize.
Serve the Order and in service find peace,
This path alone will bring your soul release"
The woman listened to the Master's word.
Her spirit stirred, her heart and mind both spurred.
To seek a higher purpose - find her place
Within the circle, bound by faith and grace.
No longer lost, but guided by the light,
She found a sense of purpose, day and night
And in the Order, she found peace at last.
A diamond shining bright, her troubles passed.