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 songs of fellowship and love Uplift forevermore.

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 pearls.