When We Wear the Gloves

by Brother Carver Portlock

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When we wear the gloves, a brother has gone from our midst and sailed to golden shores.

When we wear the gloves, a friend has passed the final test and walks through purple doors. The circle has an empty place, a voice will raise no more, the song of fellowship and love, Uplift forevermore, when we wear the gloves.

When we wear the gloves, a light goes from this earthly life, the visor closed again, yet all the heavens open wide to let a new star in. When we wear the gloves, a brother leaves the chapter rolls and moves to other worlds

For when we say our last goodbye, he walks on streets of Pearl.